Browsing Topic Best Sweet Quotes

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Love understands love; it needs no talk.

I love you because I love you, because it would be impossible not to love you. I love you without question, without calculation, without reason good or bad, faithfully, with all my heart and soul, and every faculty.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

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

Hope is sweet. Hope is illumining. Hope is fulfilling. Hope can be everlasting. Therefore, do not give up hope, even in the sunset of your life.

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.

No good water comes from a muddy spring. No sweet fruit comes from a bitter seed.

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

A bitter thing cannot be made sweet. The taste of anything can be changed. But poison cannot be changed into nectar

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

Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.

Friendship, sweet-resting place of the soul, the gloaming wherein our hearts find peace.

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

Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleance me in the great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

I used to take everything at face value. Because, when I say something, I mean it… so I used to feel that everybody else meant what they said. But of course that wasn’t true. And life isn’t that sweet and simple.

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.

A woman must be a cute, cuddly, naive little thing – tender, sweet, and stupid.

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

I fed my Yak on my spare Cadbury chocolate 21,0000ft up Everest. It was a blonde, very sweet female Yak. I made it my pet after that.

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

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

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.

Sweet exists by convention, bitter by convention, color by convention; but in reality atoms and the void alone exist

If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimeter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

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

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.

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.

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.

To get everything you want is not a good thing. Disease makes health seem sweet. Hunger leads to the appreciation of being full-fed. Tiredness creates the enjoyment of resting

When you’re with the nWo, when you’re with Hollywood, you’re just…too…sweet!

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

It is not the bee’s touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet.

Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have outlived the doctor’s pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.