Best Sweet Quotes

We loved with a love that was more than love.

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

As a man sow, shall he reap. and I know that talk is cheap. But the heat of the battle is as sweet as the victory.

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

The aggressive side of me comes across in my music, but I’m just a sweet girl.

It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,That o’er the green corn-field did pass,In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;Sweet lovers love the spring.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

A man must know how to estimate a sour face. The sour face of the multitude, like thier sweet faces, have no deep cause, but are put on and off as the wind blows and the newspaper directs.

Equality is truly sweet.

One glance, one word from you gives more pleasure than all the wisdom of this world.

Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give.

Ice is an interesting subject for contemplation. They told me that they had some in the ice-houses at Fresh Pond five years old which was as good as ever. Why is it that a bucket of water soon becomes putrid, but frozen remains sweet forever? It is commonly said that this is the difference between the affections and the intellect.

Where once stood the steadfast pines, great, beautiful, sweet, my hand touched raw, moist stumps. All about lay broken branches, like the antlers of stricken deer. The fragrant, piled-up sawdust swirled and tumbled about me. An unreasoning resentment flashed through me at the ruthless destruction of the beauty that I love.

Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles belowIs white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow.

What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known, and loved because it is known?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Martin is your best friend, isn’t he?’ a sweet and well-intentioned girl once said when both of us were present: it was the only time I ever felt awkward about this precious idea, which seemed somehow to risk diminishment if it were uttered aloud.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

If you’re going to tell people the truth, be funny or they’ll kill you.

Don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are.

I woke up this morning, Smiled at the rising sun, Three little birds, Sat on my doorstep, Singing sweet songs

Power will go to the hands of rascals, rogues, freebooters; all Indian leaders will be of low calibre & men of straw. They will have sweet tongues & silly hearts. They will fight amongst themselves for power & India will be lost in political squabbles. A day would come when even air & water would be taxed in India.

In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, the winter has not killed us again!

As soon as anybody does one of my songs, I rejoice. This particular case of all these great singers doing my work – the implications are very rich and the temptation to think of the outcome of these masses of the mainstream injecting my work into the marketplace, it’s a very sweet speculation.

The young May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna’s grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! – the heavens look bright, my dear,
‘Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.

Even to me the issue of stay small, sweet, quiet, and modest sounds like an outdated problem, but the truth is that women still run into those demands whenever we find and use our voices.

The problem with kitsch is that it is all too profound, manipulating deep libidinal and ideological forces, while true art knows how to remain at the surface, how to subtract it’s subject from it’s deepest context of historical reality. The same goes for contemporary art, where we often encounter brutal attempts to return to the Real, to remind the spectator or reader that he is perceiving a fiction, to awaken him from a sweet dream.

…whenever a woman describes a man as sweet, the dalliance is doomed.

I don’t believe pumpkin pie is even made from pumpkin. I mean, how can something that smells that shitty make a pie so sweet? There’s not enough sugar in the universe.

Barbecue sauce is like a beautiful woman. If it’s too sweet, it’s bound to be hiding something.

His smile brought back the best times, sweet memories of nights together… stirring up those old feelings that got me thinkin’ bout forever.

I’ll just be the first to say that Ken [Watanabe] should be a national treasure in Japan, because he is an unbelievably talented actor. You couldn’t find more of a gentleman. He’s sweet, he’s kind and he’s extremely thoughtful in the work that he does.

God is mighty. God is caring. God is worthy of praise. God is loving. God is able. God is in control. Nothing takes God by surprise. Some sweet reminders to soak in before falling asleep tonight.

Learning to read and write makes little sense if you don’t understand what you’re reading and writing about. While we may have forgotten, most of our early learning came not from being explicitly taught but from experiencing. Kids aren’t born knowing hard and soft, sweet and sour, red and green. When the child experiences those things, s/he transforms them into psychological understandings. When kids play with other kids, they learn about others and about themselves. Learning the basics of our physical and social reality is what early childhood is all about.