Quotes about sweet
sweet mean autumn
Melancholy is kind of sweet sometimes, I think. It's not a negative thing. It's not a mean thing. It's just something that happens in life, like autumn. Bill Murray
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
sweet bitterness doe
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness. Petrarch
sweet victory win
We have to play our game. It's a sweet victory when you win up there. I can't wait.
sweet men waste
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me. William Shakespeare
sweet passion air
This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it. William Shakespeare
sweet kissing moon
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night... William Shakespeare
sweet father sunday
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— [Sings.] “For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. William Shakespeare
sweet father yield
DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. William Shakespeare
sweet showers my-thoughts
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground. William Shakespeare
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 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 knowledge delight
Sweets grown common lose their dear delight. William Shakespeare
sweet lasts pleasure
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. William Shakespeare
sweet twilight sunset
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away... William Shakespeare
sweet law noble
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. William Shakespeare
sweet musical thunder
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. William Shakespeare
sweet doubt woe
O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come. William Shakespeare
sweet joy excitement
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery! William Shakespeare
sweet flattery drink
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery? William Shakespeare
sweet rose thorns
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. William Shakespeare
sweet kindness heart
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Muffle your false love with some show of blindness; Let not my sister read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger; Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; Be secret-false. William Shakespeare