Quotes About Sweetness

When nature drew a creature to sweetness, there could be no stopping it.

Tonight, I wanted to be a little more like him. I didn't mean to blind myself to how hard and hateful the world was; sweetness was hard to find and harder still to keep. I only meant to reach for it, anyway.

Once in a young lifetime one should be allowed to have as much sweetness as one can possibly want and hold.

Das ist meine Art, an der Verliebtheit zu arbeiten«, sagte Moritz. »Man könnte auch Plastikrosen kaufen, ein staatlich geprüftes Parfüm oder schokoladefreie Pralinen. Nur dass ihr das nicht gefallen würde. Ich bringe einen Strauß Parolen zum Rendezvous, den Duft der Freiheit und die Süße der Revolution.«

she'd once read a poem that said the unexpected moment was always sweeter.

And then, very sweetly, he kissed her. It tasted like the past. It tasted like her very heart.

El café debía ser caliente como el amor, dulce como el pecado y negro como el infierno.

La vie est amère quand il n'y a pas de sucre au fond

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives it its sweetness: it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

The secret is honey.

Just remember, life is a box of cookies.

Amos watched her, struck again by how exquisite the stories were the people around him carried, and mostly silently, the lives they'd lived and endured, the sweetness and loss.

the way Emily Dickinson meant when she wrote, "That it will never come again / Is what makes life so sweet.

Sugar brings happiness. Eating it once or twice a week in a dessert, that's what life is about. There is nothing wrong with it.

For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure; yea, loyalty to the loved one and to your word. And because of this I dare not meddle with so high a matter.

Truth always has a bewitching savor of newness in it, and novelty at the first taste recalls that original sweetness to the tongue; but alas for him who would make the one a substitute for the other.

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be...

The third week of June, and there it is again: the same almost embarrassing familiar breath of sweetness that comes every year about this time. I catch it on the warm evening air as I walk past the well-ordered gardens in my quiet street, and for a moment I am a child again and everything before me - all of the frightening, half-understood promises of life.

How did a person decide how much sugar to put in his tea? Well, he had some notion of the ideal sweetness of tea; he sugared his tea until it most closely resembled that ideal.

Sugar was a rarity in eighteenth century America. Even after cane plantations were planted in the Caribbean, it remained a luxury good beyond the reach of most Americans...It wasn't until late in the nineteenth century that sugar became plentiful and cheap enough to enter the lives of many Americans...; before then the sensation of sweetness in the lives of most people came chiefly from the flesh of fruit. And in America that usually meant the apple

Sweetness flows from your appearance and your beauty makes me fall more in love with you. Anytime I feel low, I think about the good times you have given me and everything seems good again.

Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls get in To Heaven--the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.

I love thee like puddings; if thou wert pie I'd eat thee.

Is love the sweetness of flowers?