Quotes About Sweet

It wasn't that they were unpleasant people; indeed, they were the sweetest things ever; they just enjoyed melancholy and seemed to take heart and spirit from it.

I walk in a cloud of wonder; I am glad. I mingle among the crowds; my heart is pounding; you do not guess the adventure I have had!... Yet you, too, all have had your dark adventures, your sudden adventures, or strange, or sweet.

It was only one kiss. It wasn't a deep kiss, a French kiss, the kind of kiss that redefines a teen life. It was pepperoni, snowflakes, spit, and rodeo dust. Crazy, like dancing and soaring and walking to a new home. Sweeter because it didn't taste like good-bye.

Not queer at all," replied her ladyship, smiling very kindly. "I'm sure lots of people go through their weddings in a sort of dream—I know I did—and it must have been even more dreamlike for you because there were so many people you didn't know." Lady Steyne laughed and added, "Anyhow there's no need for you to worry, everyone says you looked very sweet and behaved beautifully.

Baking cookies is comforting, and cookies are the sweetest little bit of comfort food. They are very bite-sized and personal.

His low, dark voice curled in her ear. "There's a saying we have about whisky: Slow fire makes sweet malt.

You're so sweet . . . Cinda ... I knew you would feel like this ... I knew it would be this way. Put your arms around me . . . ah, Cin. . .

You're not a wallflower. But you have my permission to hide in corners, my sweet—so long as you take me with you. In fact, I'll insist on it.

I love this part of you, like the sweet heart of a rose. Merry, honey-love... dinna ask me to spend the rest of my life never knowing the taste of you.

It seemed that love was working through him inexorably, more exotic and sweet and disorienting than raw opium. More pervasive than oxygen from air.

A bee!" Niero said. "What's a bee?" Tressa asked. The old fragments of Winnie the Pooh books came back to my mind. Pooh had always been after more honey, a golden, sticky, sweet substance that bees seemed to produce in trees.

The depth of my love for him, of my need for him poured over me, both painful and sweet, both comforting and frightening. If anything happened to him, I didn't know how I would keep going.

I really need an ice cream cone right now. Chocolate. Anything chocolate. Maybe chocolate ice cream dipped in chocolate.

Memory is sweet. Even when it's painful, memory is sweet.

The earth is flat. Those who fall off don't return. The earth is round. All things reveal themselves to men only gradually. I won't last. Memory is sweet. Even when it's painful, memory is sweet. Once, I was cold. So my father took off his blue sweater.

Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.

Portuguese cake-making

Sweet is revenge - especially to women.

She was an irresistible dichotomy of sweet charm and heart-stopping sexy, and she threw him off guard with every look, be it a smile or a glare. In fact, he kinda liked when she gave him dirty looks, which meant he was seriously losing his shit. And he never lost his shit.

Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper.

I might have to rescind my no-love rule, she said, a cookie in each hand. Cookies are my sweet spot.' He smiled. They're not your only sweet spot.

You're sweet to humor me. He nearly choked on a fry. There was the sweet again. He should have killed someone this week; that would have taken care of that.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.

Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut? Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.