Quotes about sweet
sweet fall eye
Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man’s eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall— William Shakespeare
sweet night names
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo William Shakespeare
sweet sorrow tears
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love. William Shakespeare
sweet food digestion
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. William Shakespeare
sweet eye love-is
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet. William Shakespeare
sweet lying eye
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. William Shakespeare
sweet eye men
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency? William Shakespeare
sweet lying winter
Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. William Shakespeare
sweet enough twelfth-night-important
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before. William Shakespeare
sweet tongue romeo-and-juliet-play
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? William Shakespeare
sweet mermaid tears
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears. William Shakespeare
sweet sleep night
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony William Shakespeare
sweet wish
He was just a sweet kid. I just wish I had an answer. Larry Mullen
sweet
He never complained. He was very sweet and mellow.
sweet flower bud
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. William Cowper
sweet men christ
Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born. Charles Bukowski
sweet mistake night
I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any. Charles Bukowski
sweet flower passion
English Bohemianism is a curiously unluscious fruit. ... Inside this hothouse, huge lascivious orchids slide sensuously up the sweating windows, passion-flowers cross-pollinate in wild heliotrope abandon, lotuses writhe with poppies in the sweet warm beds, kumquats ripen, open and plop flatly to the floor-and outside, in a neat, trimly-hoed kitchen-garden, English bohemians sit in cold orderly rows, like carrots. Alan Coren
sweet bird cages
You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame Aimee Mann
sweet clever maids
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever. Charles Kingsley
sweet clever intellectual
The proper motto is not Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever, but Be good sweet maid, and don't forget that this involves being as clever as you can. God is no fonder of intellectual slackers than any other slackers. C. S. Lewis
sweet clever maids
Be good, sweet maid, and don't forget that this involves being as clever as you can. C. S. Lewis
sweet long lasts
A noble hunger, long unsatisfied, met at last its proper food. C. S. Lewis
sweet spring sky
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky. Catullus
sweet truth light
Our intelligence is imperfect, surely, and newly arisen; the ease with which it can be sweet-talked, overwhelmed, or subverted by other hardwired propensities - sometimes themselves disguised as the cool light of reason - is worrisome. Carl Sagan
sweet heart problem
The true problem of living is to keep our hearts sweet and gentle in the hardest conditions and experiences. Bill Vaughan
sweet scotch people
And we'd drink huge amounts of scotch and coke, which is a ghastly sweet drink... And now people don't drink nearly as much, for good reason. We're all a little wiser. Bill Bruford
sweet men order
Unfortunately, however, power is sweet, and the man who in the beginning seeks power merely in order to have scope for his benevolence is likely, before long, to love the power for its own sake. Bertrand Russell
sweet stars flower
If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers... Antoine de Saint-Exupery
sweet teaching practice
Caste is a state of mind. It is a disease of mind. The teachings of the Hindu religion are the root cause of this disease. We practice casteism and we observe Untouchability because we are enjoined to do so by the Hindu religion. A bitter thing cannot be made sweet. The taste of anything can be changed. But poison cannot be changed into nectar. B. R. Ambedkar
sweet poison taste
A bitter thing cannot be made sweet. The taste of anything can be changed. But poison cannot be changed into nectar B. R. Ambedkar
sweeter
It doesn't get any sweeter than this. It really doesn't.
sweet memories love-is
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself. Petrarch