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sweet smell long
So long as lust, whether of the world or flesh, smells sweet in our nostrils, so long we are loathsome to God. Charles Caleb Colton
sweet flower book
I have somewhere seen it observed that we should make the same use of a book that the bee does of a flower: she steals sweets from it, but does not injure it. Charles Caleb Colton
sweet flower book
Others, again, give us the mere carcass of another man’s thoughts, but deprived of all their life and spirit, and this is to add murder to robbery. I have somewhere seen it observed, that we should make the same use of a book, as a bee does of a flower; she steals sweets from it, but does not injure it; and those sweets she herself improves and concocts into honey. But most plagiarists, like the drone, have neither taste to select, nor industry to acquire, nor skill to improve, but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared from the hive. Charles Caleb Colton
sweet nature morning
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them. Charles Dickens
sweet men way
Man loves his own ruin. The cup is so sweet that though he knows it will poison him, yet he must drink it. And the harlot is so fair, that though he understands that her ways lead down to hell, yet like a bullock he follows to the slaughter till the dart goes through his liver. Man is fascinated and bewitched by sin. Charles Spurgeon
sweet light ministers
Light physical is said by Solomon to be sweet, but gospel light is infinitely more precious, for it reveals eternal things, and ministers to our immortal natures. Charles Spurgeon
sweet jesus father
It is sweet to remember that the exaltation of Christ in heaven is a representative exaltation. He is exalted at the Father's right hand, and though as Jehovah He had eminent glories, in which finite creatures cannot share, yet as the Mediator, the honours which Jesus wears in heaven are the heritage of all the saints. It is delightful to reflect how close is Christ's union with His people. We are actually one with Him; we are members of His body; and His exaltation is our exaltation. Charles Spurgeon
sweet memories blessed
Good thoughts are blessed guests, and should be heartily welcomed, well fed, and much sought after. Like rose leaves, they give out a sweet smell if laid up in the jar of memory. Charles Spurgeon
sweet joy sorrow
There is a sweet joy that comes to us through sorrow. Charles Spurgeon
love-you mean heart
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Alan Moore
love-you heart long
People only love you as long as they're getting something of you, but the minute you say something they don't want to hear or do something they don't want to see, all the admiration drains from their hearts. Chris Colfer
love-you making-love desire
When there is no desire to satisfy yourself, there is no aggression or speed... Because there is no rush to achieve, you can afford to relax. Because you can afford to relax, you can afford to keep company with yourself, you can afford to make love with yourself, to be friends with yourself. Chogyam Trungpa
love-you men animal
We speak now or I do, and others do. You've never spoken before. You will. You'll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal that hunts and a vessel on the sea and the sea and how we are fish in it, not like the man who swims weekly with fish but the fish with which he swims, the water, the pool. I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns. You have never spoken before. China Mieville
love-you writing thinking
I didn't want to be apologetic about my love story, and I think to be willing to write about love you have to be willing to sound foolish. I wanted to write about foolish and goofy love and different relationships. I wanted to write about interracial relationships in a way that does not pretend as if race does not exist. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
love-you love-is loses
You don't know what love is, until you've learned the meaning of the blues, until you've loved a love you've had to lose. Chet Baker
love-you people important
Remember that the most important thing is to try and love other people as much as they love you. David Sedaris
love-you self-love
If you don't have self love you can never find it outside of yourself. David Koechner
love-you want world
Not explaining science seems to me perverse. When you're in love, you want to tell the world. Carl Sagan
sorrow sin repentance
Slight sorrow for sin is sufficient, provided it at the same time produces amendment. Charles Caleb Colton
sorrow abstinence remains
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly. Charles Dickens
sorrow may cry-the-beloved-country
But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich. Alan Paton
sorrow comfort
Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort. William Shakespeare
sorrow storm comfort
Be of comfort, and your heavy sorrow Part equally among us; storms divided, Abate their force, and with less rage are guided. John Heywood
sorrow shadow forget
Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee! Charles Wolfe
sorrow age old-age
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow. Edith Wharton
sorrow mourn display
It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest. Edwin Hubbel Chapin
sorrow vision arms
There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms. Charlotte Bronte