Quotes About Sweetness

If only sugar were medicine! I should take it every day.

Life is never what you expect it to be. Sex has more to do with salt than sweetness. The sky is white as often as it's blue.

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,A box where sweets compacted lie.

Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was TRYING to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.

Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor...Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence.

Honey poured over thunder.

Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor.

True intimacy comes from honesty, not the illusion of sweetness.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

All the sugar was in the bottom of the cup.

Who has never tasted what is bitter does not know what is sweet.

Peaches. Talk to me.

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

I made love to her in the sweetness of the weary morning. Then, two tired angels of some kind, hung-up forlornly in an LA shelf, having found the closest and most delicious thing in life together, we fell asleep and slept till late afternoon.

I made love to her in the sweetness of the weary morning.

none of us realize the importance, nay the sweetness, of admiration; it is one of the dying virtues of character.

Sometimes a girl's gotta have some chocolate!

Heaven's Bakery help them all.

She knows that the two of us go together like boric acid and sugar. Sweet and deadly.

The wind combs the heather and gorse with a low ceaseless rustle. Its smell has a sweetness almost too cold to catch. The sky is a fine-grained gray, and from somewhere in its heights a bird sends down a pure wild whistling.

It wasn't a remarkable face in any way, but it had a clean-lined sweetness that brought up summer barbecues, golden retrievers, soccer games on new-mown grass, and I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.

Nothing is sweeter than love, and all delicious things are second to

You like orchids?... Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption.