Quotes About Sweetness

surrounded by candy and wrappers, as though a chocolate storm had hit.

He tasted of maple syrup, of apologies.

Heat a nonstick skillet until it's very hot, add sliced onions, and stir them constantly until they are tender and translucent or just lightly browned. Be careful not to burn them. Add a teaspoon or two of water if desired. After the onions are cooked, add a splash of balsamic vinegar to enhance their sweetness.

What is it about such occasions of timeless time that afterwards makes them seem touched with such a precious, melancholy sweetness? Sometimes it seems to me that it is in those vacant intervals, without my being aware of it, that my true life has been most authentically lived.

lo amargo llega antes que lo dulce;

Mary's thoughts were like a rain of bitterness and a dew of sweetness gathered in the hollows of a tree-root. A brimming over from them all would have escaped and vanished if she had tried to express them in any sort of speech.

There is love in your body but you can't get it out, it gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth, sticks to your tongue and shows on your face. That the sweetest of words have the most bitter taste.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Don't fall for the person who is so sweet to you. Because being sweet with out relationship is just a friendship.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

I'm taking your birthday as an opportunity to thank you for all that you are to me. I will never be able to forget the support that you have given me. Happy Birthday, my sugar lumps! May your birthday be as sweet as you are.

Ma was using her for-company voice. Sweet on the outside but with an underlying death threat.

Your kisses are like miracle fruit that sweetens my life without ruining my diet.

Oxford lends sweetness to labour and dignity to leisure.

Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

Always having what we wantmay not be the best good fortuneHealth seems sweetestafter sickness, foodin hunger, goodnessin the wake of evil, and at the endof daylong labor sleep.

She smelled of freshness and gunpowder, sweetness and fire.

All this optimism, all this booming and soaring. Things happen like bang. This and that simultaneous. I put out my hand and what do I feel? I know there's a thousand things you analyze every ten minutes. Patterns, ratios, indexes, whole maps of information. I love information. This is our sweetness and light. It's a fuckall wonder. And we have meaning in the world. People eat and sleep in the shadow of what we do. But at the same time, what?

The lamplight was warm and the apartment still and snug. At home in bed, in my private abyss of longing, the scenes I dreamed of always began like this. I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism of her beautiful mouth. When I imagined these phrases cast in her voice, they were almost intolerably sweet; now, sitting right beside her, it was unthinkable that I should voice them myself.

She was like his favorite candy - hard on the outside but a soft surprise on the inside.

In Tennessee, honeysuckle vines bloomed thick and full in our yard every summer. My brother and I ran out in the early hours, barefooted and still in pajamas to suck the sweetness from the bright flowers. It was never enough. That faint hint of honeysuckle on the tongue an almost broken promise of something better hidden somewhere deeper.

Love is like candy floss. you crave it and it looks very promising, but if you try to satisfy your hunger with it, there is nothing. Only a sweet aftertaste - if you're lucky.

Whether male or female, there is within you a softness, a gentleness, a sweetness so beautiful you might weep from the feeling, were you to touch it. Aggressive or tender, beggar or billionaire, we all have it, for it is what we are. This sweetness has nothing to do with personality. It's not about being weak rather than strong, a doormat rather than a mighty general. It has to do with you, for it is what you

Lips with such sweetness in their honeyed deeps As fills the rose in which a fairy sleeps.