Quotes About Sweetness

There had never been a sweeter child. He smelled like honey and just-kindled flames. ...Every moment he was with me, I felt a rushing in my throat, which was my love for him, so great sometimes I could not speak.

He was on his side, watching me. I had not heard him turn. I never hear him. He was utterly motionless, that stillness that was his alone. I breathed, and was aware of the bare stretch of dark pillow between us. He leaned forward. Our mouths opened under each other, and the warmth of his sweetened throat poured into mine. I could not think, could not do anything but drink him in, each breath as it came, the soft movements of his lips. It was a miracle.

She had something that is gone from the world, from the female world. A sweetness without sentimentality, a limpidity without naivety. She was so easy to hurt, to tease. And when she teased, it was like a caress.

It seemed sadistic, this last wasteland of days. It was as if Conchis, with Alison's connivance, proceeded by some outmoded Victorian dietetic morality—one couldn't have more jam, the sweetness of events, until one ate a lot more bread, the dry stodge of time.

O, the sweetness of the pain! Give me those lips again! Enough! Enough! It is enough for me To dream of thee!

The heart errs like the head; its errors are not any the less fatal, and we have more trouble getting free of them because of their sweetness.

Loving you is like drowning in a tub full of honey. It's suffocatingly sweet.

I've noticed that being with you, I smile a little more often, I anger a little less quickly, the sun shines a little brighter & life is much sweeter. I Love you.

I'm like a kid in a candy store looking for that perfect piece of candy, then you came along and became the sweetest thing in my world.

Life is a lot bitter, living it is what adds the sweetness.

Being bitter would reduce the sweetness you generate with your actions, it's like an invisible mask that you don each time you interact with someone.

Look for yourself, and ask not what has been real and what has been false, but what has been bitter, and what has been sweet.

While superstition hates all things, wisdom, with its deeper understanding, loves all things; for it has seen the beauty, the tenderness, and the sweetness which underlie Life's mystery.

La lengua de las mariposas es una tronca enroscada como un muelle de reloj. Si hay una flor que la atrae, la desenrolla y la mete en el cáliz para chupar. Cuando lleváis el dedo humedecido a un tarro de azúcar, ¿a qué sentís ya el dulce en la boca como si la yema fuese la punta de la lengua? Pues así es la lengua de la mariposa.

in the meantime praying the God and Father of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, who has, of the riches of his grace, recovered us from a state of enmity into a condition of communion and fellowship with himself, that both he that writes, and they that read the words of his mercy, may have such a taste of his sweetness and excellencies therein, as to be stirred up to a farther longing after the fulness of his salvation, and the eternal fruition of him in glory.

They will readily change truth for error, who find no more sweetness in the one than in the other.

Ford regarded him levelly for five seconds or so, then said, "Now you're fuckin' with me. You think I'm goofy, too. I admit, it could turn out that way. New generation—could be all sweetness and light. That's not the way I see it, though. A rising tide of mean little fascist rats, is what I see.

For the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too. Worry had crept on a corroding world, and what was lost- good manners, ease and beauty? Ladies were not ladies anymore, and you couldn't trust a gentleman's word.

In the books of some memories it was the best time that ever sloshed over the world - the old time, the gay time, sweet and simple, as though time were young and fearless. Old men who didn't know whether they were going to stagger over the boundary of the century looked forward to it with distaste. For the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too.

Two features would be with her always. Her chin was firm and her mouth was as sweet as a flower and very wide and pink. Her hazel eyes were sharp and intelligent and completely fearless.

All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.

Never thought life could be this sweet, it's got me cheesin' from cheek to cheek.

Life is like a cup of ice cream. Even the last drop of ice cream is sweet and enjoyed by one who really likes and loves it.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.