Quotes About Dear

Charles Spurgeon underscored this point, saying, "For every text in Scripture, there is a road to the metropolis of the Scriptures, that is Christ. And my dear brother, your business is, when you get to a text, to say, 'Now what is the road to Christ?' . . . I have never yet found a text that had not got a road to Christ in it."51

Why, there they are!' said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts on the table. 'Nothing can be clearer than that. Then again-- before she had this fit-- you never had fits, my dear, I think?' he said to the Queen.

Then I would have felt sorry for the dear lord, because the theory is correct.

He goes seeking liberty, which is so dear, as he knows who for it renounces life.

There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.

They are fair resting-places for the dear weary dead on their way up to heaven.

A circumstance occurred that renewed the misery, which, can now never quit me but in the grave, to which I look with no fearful apprehension, but as a refuge from calamity, trusting that the power who has seen good to afflict me, will pardon the imperfectness of my devotion, and the too frequent wandering of my thoughts to the object once so dear to me.

I ought not to doubt the steadiness of your affection, yet such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest, and thus it is, that I always feel revived, as by a new conviction, when your words tell me I am dear to you; and, wanting these, I relapse into doubt, and too often into despondency.

But don't raise your eyes in defiance, Protect my life, my dear. They're brighter than first violets, But deadly to me, I fear.

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

My dear boy, there's your big mistake. This has nothing to do with will-power; that's a crazy, useless word, anyway; you lack judgement--the judgement to decide at once when you know your imagination will play you false, given half a chance.

'Madea' is a Southern term. It's short for 'mother dear.' So there are a lot of Madeas out there.

In 'Dear Father,' you will see some remarkable work in terms of the screenplay.

You're the man who used to rescue hostages for a living. You are not allowed to not get out of this one. So stop worrying about me and start paying attention to what you are doing. Are you listening to me, Miles Vorkosigan? Don't you dare die! I won't have it!" That seemed definitive. Despite everything, he grinned. "Yes, dear," he sang back meekly, heartened.

and clung more closely to the dear human love, from which our Father never means us to be weaned, but through which He draws us closer to Himself.

and I shall think her very mean indeed if she does not give me some of her gloves, for she has many of them, I've seen them myself.......and as you can see, I took the hint.......but not much love went into THAT package did it, my dear?

No matter; God wants Man, whom he has created and in whose heart he has so profoundly entrenched a love for life, to do all he can to preserve an existence that is sometimes so painful, but always so dear to him.

Go, said the count deliberately, go, dear friend, but promise me, if you meet with any obstacle to remember that I have some power in this world; that I am happy to use that power in the behalf of those I love; and that I love you, Morrel. I will remember it, said the young man, as selfish children recollect their parents when they want their aid. When I need your assistance, and the moment may come, I will come to you, count.

God wills it that man whom he has created, and in whose heart he has so profoundly rooted the love of life, should do all in his power to preserve that existence, which, however painful it may be, is yet always so dear.

I'm afraid, my dear, we were radiant.

The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.

What a horrible death for those poor, dear, naughty dogs.

I will take you by a dear dirty back way, Miss Honeychurch, and if you bring me luck, we shall have an adventure.

Because I feel that in the heavens above The angels, whispering one to another, Can find among their burning tears of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you, You who are more than mother unto me.