Quotes About Sweet

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

I read that I profess, the Art of Love. Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!

Farewell, sweet playfellow.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth brings That then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

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

A kiss, long as my exile, as sweet as my revenge.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial

I guess the answer would be yes." "Got to love that word." He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. "Got it in you to say it again?" And then he did the unthinkable. He went down on one knee.

disgrace is crucial for driving the public's attention where you want it. The point is to enable the president to control more attention by harnessing the power of disgrace himself. He really needs to own it, punk-rock style, in order to funnel your gaze into exactly the dirty little sweet hole where he wants it. This

beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

But now I am as sweet as a May morning.

He was, in all, so clean, so sweet, so golden, that I backed off, afraid he must be American and about to convert me to some cult.

Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god… Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment

Revenge is sweet, but ice cream is sweeter." She goes to the freezer and removes a tub of mint chocolate chip. She brings that and two spoons back to the sofa. "For now, accept this delight, unworthy though it is for the Queen of Faerie in exile.

It's sweet. All this trouble for a kitty.

Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can." And with that, he kisses me on the mouth.