Quotes about sweet
sweet art causes
Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast, Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd. Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Ben Jonson
sweet art eye
Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
sweet air voice
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
sweet money brother
That I might live alone once with my gold! O, 'tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.
sweet swans sight
Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.
sweet swans sauce
Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
sweet taken fruit
Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
sweet revenge knights
If revenge is sweet, why does it leave such a bitter taste? In disarming Peter, Christ disarmed ever knight. Turn the other cheek.
sweet regret mean
I love the life you've always made so sweet for me and I'd regret it if I had to die.' 'Do you mean to say that if I left you---' 'I'd die, yes.' 'Then you love me? Alexandre Dumas
sweet memories bitter
Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.
sweet wind ebb-and-flow
O precious is the pause between the winds that come and go, / And sweet the silence of the shores between the ebb and flow.
sweet rain autumn
Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune That death smote silent when he smote again. Algernon Charles Swinburne
sweet heart feet
Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet..
sweet kissing littles
I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.
sweet flower blow
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers. Alfred Lord Tennyson
sweet loss voice
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
sweet regret first-love
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
sweet morning wall
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.
sweet wall lying
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
sweet blow purple
O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
sweet names storm
Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.
sweet past may
The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.
sweet bitter hunger
What makes bitter things sweet? Hunger. Alcuin
sweet effort bitter
The bitter and the sweet come from the outside, the hard from within, from one's own efforts. Albert Einstein
sweet cheating chocolate
Chocolate is not cheating! After a salty meal, you need a little bit of sweet. This is living, not cheating. Ali Landry
sweet hero character
Each character I play I approach differently and separately. I think Marigold is a simpler character for a sweet little movie, and I'm excited to be part of it. In terms of Heroes it's been such an amazing journey on that show. I love working on it and at this point I know I'm coming to Asia and some of the other cast are going to Europe for the world tour to release the DVD. Ali Larter
sweet liberty horror
No person that has enjoyed the sweets of liberty can be insensible of its infinite value, or can reflect on its reverse without horror and detestation Alexander Hamilton
sweet tolerance culture
Only in the Roman Empire and in Spain under Arab domination has culture been a potent factor. Under the Arab, the standard attained was wholly admirable; to Spain flocked the greatest scientists, thinkers, astronomers, and mathematicians of the world, and side by side there flourished a spirit of sweet human tolerance and a sense of purist chivalry. Then with the advent of Christianity, came the barbarians. Adolf Hitler
sweet poison wells
I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet. Adelaide Anne Procter
sweet
I'm such a strong-headed person and so stubborn, I don't need someone to be sweet to me. Ashley Wagner
sweet believe thinking
I kept interrupting the movie by asking a lot of questions that Xavier managed to answer with endless patience. "How old do you think Bell is supposed to be?" "I don't know, probably our age." "I think the beast is sweet, don't you?" "Do I have to answer that?" "Why does the crockery talk?" "Because they're really the prince's servants that the beggar woman put a spell on." Xavier frowned suddenly and looked mortified. "I can't believe I know that. Alexandra Adornetto
sweet tears hem
Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May. Alexander Smith
sweet garden silence
My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.