Quotes About Sweet

Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps, Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth, Sweet is revenge--especially to women

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,Like season'd timber, never gives.

Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.

El amor es un veneno. Un veneno dulce, sí, pero un veneno que mata.

There's a sweet sound," he said, slashing at the air. "Flap closer, Snow. I mean to make your feathers fly.

We'll have music, such sweet music, and wine, heh, the red will run, and we'll put some wrongs aright.

Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.

The meringues were large and white and brittle as coral and stuffed to overflowing with cream.

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound.

Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

Day's sweetest moments are at dawn.

A woman that's too soft and sweet is like tapioca pudding-fine for them as likes it.

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much; but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.

His speech flowed from his tongue sweeter than honey.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea!

No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust. Yet very sweet. Eve rolled her eyes toward him. I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.

Love, she knew—where once she hadn't believed—could be quiet and sweet, and still hold the world.

You have cable?" He nodded toward her TV. She tossed him the clicker. "Sure do. And if I remember, there's a Godzilla marathon on TBS tonight." "Sweet," the vampire said, kicking his legs out. "I always root for the monster." She smiled at him. "Me, too.

The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him. What, she whispered, palming his face. Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. Hello, lovely lady...hello.

Which meant he was just plain precious, all the way around.

Yeah, you're a juicy little marshmallow, all right.

My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind. I'm a wretch. But I love, love.

The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and the mud and the molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter.