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Quotes About Sweet

Cease these sweet words," I protested. "You seek to bend me to your will, but it will not work. Your flattery is naught to me but wind!
~ Patrick Rothfuss
Eres muy bueno. Creo que prefiero que me llames Denna. Cuando tú lo dices suena diferente. Dulce.
~ Patrick Rothfuss
In some ways it began when I heard her singing her voice twinning with my own Her Voice was like a portrait of her soul Wild as a fire, sharp as a shattered glass Sweet and clean as clover
~ Patrick Rothfuss
She's sweet as cream and broad of beam." - Bast
~ Patrick Rothfuss
You are unexpected cake on a rainy afternoon.
~ Patrick Rothfuss
Anyone who think that boys are innocent and sweet has never been a boy himself or has forgotten it. And anyone who think men aren't hurtful and cruel at time must not leave his house often, and he certainly has never been a physiquer, we see the effects of cruelty more than any other".
~ Patrick Rothfuss
Her voice was like a portrait of her soul: wild as a fire, sharp as shattered glass, sweet and clean as clover.
~ Patrick Rothfuss
She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky.
~ Patrick Süskind
We waltzed beneath God's point of view knowing no ending to our rendezvous we expressed such sweet vows - My Madrigal
~ Patti Smith
And Chris remembers: what they used to talk about was desire. Impossible, longing dreams. Delirious, aching confusion. That was the vital element they lived off … because it was the one thing that mattered. Not things, or achievements, or politics, or fracking or anything else: just sweet naked blameless unending desire.
~ Unknown
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
silent those sweet lips, Once breathing eloquence That might have soothed a tiger's rage Or thawed the cold heart of a conqueror.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
All love is sweet, given or received...
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley