Quotes About Sweet

Chocolate is there in my name itself, so how can I stay away from it?

I thought Willy Wonka was brilliant. He had all kinds of candy. Who doesn't like chocolate and candies? Everybody wanted a Gobstopper. I just think he's brilliant.

I'm getting to know the 'Modern Family' cast, and they are very sweet. They are very nice and supportive and game for things.

We've always wanted to do things with kids with the surprise element that we do with celebrities, because their reactions are fantastic and sweet and charming and lovely.

She was a cute as a washtub.

You can be as sharp-tongued as a viper, but you can also be as sweet as wild clover honey.

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

I lie back on the bed and listen to the sounds of Easter—the optimist's holiday, the holiday with the suburbs in mind, the day for all those with sunny dispositions and a staunch belief in the middle view, a tiny, tidy holiday to remember sweetly and indistinctly as the very same day through all your life.

looked so sweet, so absolutely adorable

Though it was dark, I could see how his eyes came alive with enthusiasm and the way he used his hands to illustrate with surprising grace. There were hidden depths beneath that impassive exterior. A sweet kernel shielded by a tough shell; dancing fire concealed in stone.

Benedict is bumbly, sweet, affable; the nicest man you've met.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet.

A naive man is nothing better than a fool. But you women contrive to be naive in such a way that in you it seems sweet, and gentle, and proper, and not as silly as it really is.

George Harrison is one of the sweetest, kindest and most considerate men I know.

Dance on, dance on, we see, we see Youth goes, alack, and with it glee, A boy the old man ne'er can be; Maternal thirty scarce can find The sweet sixteen long left behind.

It must have been the lack of nutrients that gave my father his temper. He is not a sweet man despite a very sweet tooth.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

If I were a maker of perfumes, I would make one and call it 'Spring,' and it would smell like this cool, sweet, early-morning air.

She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady

When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.

Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took away all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

And if there is sweeter music this side of heaven I haven't heard it.

In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.