Quotes about sweet
sweet winter air
The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter. Jack Kerouac
sweet fields golden
Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields. Jack Kerouac
sweet heart care
Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound. Isaac Watts
sweet grace promise
Tell of His wondrous faithfulness, and sound his power abroad; sing the sweet promise of His grace, the love and truth of God. Isaac Watts
sweet 4th-of-july home
Gos bless America, my home sweet home. Irving Berlin
sweet ocean home
God bless America, land that I love, Stand beside her, and guide her, Through the night, with the light from above, From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America, my home sweet home, God bless America! My Home Sweet Home! Irving Berlin
sweet giving merit
Sweet is the breath of praise when given by those whose own high merit claims the praise they give. Hannah More
sweet book answers
Good blurbs are short, sweet, and limited to six. They answer the question “Why should I buy this book? Guy Kawasaki
sweet rain writing
And the wind will whip your tousled hair, The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, Great tales of love and strife. And somewhere on your path to glory You will write your story of a life. Harry Chapin
sweet pain cameras
You must photograph where you are involved; where you are overwhelmed by what you see before you; where you hold your breath while releasing the shutter, not because you are afraid of jarring the camera, but because you are seeing with your guts wide open to the sweet pain of an image that is part of your life. Harold Feinstein
sweet flower independent
The forties and fifties were years of high poet-incense; the language-flowers were thickly sweet. Those flowers whined and begged white folks to pick them, to find them lovable. Then the '60s: Independent fire! Gwendolyn Brooks
sweet parent would-be
I grew up in a normal family. I have sweet parents, who are still married. But my life is so different from how I thought it would be. Gwen Stefani
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I'll have a biscuit. And some sweet tea. Bucky Covington
sweet pain healing
God uses chronic pain and weakness, along with other afflictions, as his chisel for sculpting our lives. Felt weakness deepens dependence on Christ for strength each day. The weaker we feel, the harder we lean. And the harder we lean, the stronger we grow spiritually, even while our bodies waste away. To live with your ‘thorn’ uncomplainingly — that is, sweet, patient, and free in heart to love and help others, even though every day you feel weak — is true sanctification. It is true healing for the spirit. It is a supreme victory of grace. J. I. Packer
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It was a very sweet deal, ... But not for us. For them. Danny Elfman
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It's a celebration of the music, just a sweet little tribute. Matt Ryan
sweet taken years
What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away? Logan Pearsall Smith
sweet spring fall
When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring. Madeleine M. Kunin
sweet heart curves
Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, “You are sweet,” and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert. Lucy Maud Montgomery
sweet nice book
I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage. Lucy Maud Montgomery
sweet book yesterday
I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves. Lucy Maud Montgomery
sweet heaven earth
The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth. Lucy Maud Montgomery
sweet spring fall
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beeches Fair and faint is woven mist, And the river's orient reaches Are the palest amethyst. Every limpid brook is singing Of the lure of April days; Every piney glen is ringing With the maddest roundelays. Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills. Lucy Maud Montgomery
sweet queens book
One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom. Lucy Maud Montgomery
sweet pain letters
It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled. Lucy Maud Montgomery
sweet flower heart
I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla. Lucy Maud Montgomery
sweet silence sorrow
…in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow. Louisa May Alcott
sweet pain kindness
One of the sweet things about pain and sorrow is that they show us how well we are loved, how much kindness there is in the world, and how easily we can make others happy in the same way when they need help and sympathy. Louisa May Alcott
sweet eye heart
For with eyes made clear by many tears, and a heart softened by the tenderest sorrow, she recognized the beauty of her sister's life—uneventful, unambitious, yet full of the genuine virtues which 'smell sweet, and blossom in the dust', the self-forgetfulness that makes the humblest on earth remembered soonest in heaven, the true success which is possible to all. Louisa May Alcott
sweet lonely memories
Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her. Louisa May Alcott
sweet fun attitude
Have your fun, my dear; but if you must earn your bread, try to make it sweet with cheerfulness, not bitter with the daily regret that it isn't cake. Louisa May Alcott
sweet tired simple
I'm tired of praise; and love is very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this. Louisa May Alcott
sweet heart hands
Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy. Louisa May Alcott