Quotes About Sweetness

If God had not made brown honey, men would think figs much sweeter than they do.

What a delight you are! Blessed with the ripe sweetness of a woman, yet as green and untutored as any girl." He made her sound, she realized with bemusement, as charming and pleasing with her cowardice as any courtesan with her wiles.

Don't worry, Monique, they like to look tough and mean, but they're really very sweet." She didn't know this particular Carpathian, but she was fairly certain Mikhail would have a few things to say if he dared touch her. Aidan winced visibly at that.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

for that great and singular movement of a heart which begins to love is a very obscure and a very sweet thing. Poor old man, with a perfectly new heart!

La vie est une fleur, l'amour en est le miel.

porque es una cosa muy obscura y muy dulce ese grande y extraño movimiento de un corazón que se pone a amar.

Tough as nails, sweet as peaches.

Cake for later, cake as a way of life.

She could smell the boy spice beneath the thrift-store aroma of his jacket, and the rubbing and the smell began to work to soften her -- like butter before you add sugar, in the first steps of making something sweet. It was her first experience of how bodies could meld together, how breath could slip naturally into rhythm. It was hypnotic. Heady. And she wanted more.

You're like a kid when her parents come home from a party, checking their pockets for cake." "Ooh, cake. I'll take cake. But not pocket cake, because yuck.

Cake as a way of life.

From the bitterness of disease man learns the sweetness of health.

Secrets are delicate things. They can fill you up with sweetness and leave you like a cat who has found a particularly fat sparrow to eat and did not get clawed or bitten even once while she was about it. But they can also get stuck inside you, and very slowly boil up your bones for their bitter soup. Then the secret has you, not the other way around.

The sweetness of it all is sharpest when placed alongside sorrow, close as knife and fork. But it is my job to interrogate your happiness, to prod its corners, to make sure it holds. When a sadness chews at the bottom of your heart, it's as though you walk all day with your dress on backwards, the buttons facing the forest, the collar facing the village. To everyone else, all may seem normal, but my eyes are so keen.

I ate sugared plums with a fork of sparrow bones; the marrow left salt in the fruit and the strange, thick taste of a thing once alive in all that sugar. When I asked my father why I should taste these bones along with the sweetness of the candied plums, he told me very seriously that I must always remember that sugar was once alive.

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

oamenii ferici?i sunt aceia care tr?iesc asemenea copiilor, î?i duc p?pu?ile în bra?e, le îmbrac? ?i le dezbrac?, dau târcoale, cu mare respect, cutiei în care mama a încuiat zaharul, iar când, în sfâr?it, au c?p?tat buc??ica de zah?r, o m?nânc? cu poft? ?i strig?: "Mai d?-mi!"...Fericite fiin?e!

Happiness sugars my coffee.

Cookies are made of butter and love.

An infant's soul — the sweetest thing on earth...

You are my favorite excuse to whip cream.

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

Oh! dear to memory are those hours When every pathway led to flowers; When sticks of peppermint possessed A sceptre's power o'er the breast, And heaven was round us while we fed On rich ambrosial gingerbread.