Best 225 quotes in «dear quotes» category

I am deeply saddened by the death of my dear friend, Dudley Moore.

If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?

I don't need the money, dear. I work for art.

I knew you'd come,Claire.I knew you would.Dear God,you took your time.

I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean.

If you hold yourself dear, protect yourself well.

I have had a great misfortune; my dear old dog is dead.

I feel in some ways I've had a difficult life. And it makes me the kind of writer I am, in what I value, what I respect, what I hold dear.

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.

I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________.

Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went. No, why? You moved. Just don't move.

I make movies for teenage boys. Oh, dear, what a crime.

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

I ride horses once in a while, but Im no expert. I hold on for dear life.

I love Simon Cowell, he's a dear friend.

In the end, dear friend, it is always between us and God, not between us and them.

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems.

It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.

It is not enough to love those who are near and dear to us. We must also show them that we do so.

It is not, Dear, because I am alone, For I am lonelier when the rest are near, But that my place against your heart has grown Too dear to dream of when you are not here.

It is a very vulnerable feeling to lose something very close to your heart or someone very dear to you.

I urge you by all this is dear, by all that is honorable, by all that is sacred, not only that you pray but also that you act!

It's true that I'm taking a break from writing a regular column to do other things but it's got nothing to do with what dear Simon has or has not written.

Life is dear to all beings, they have the right to live the same that we do.

I wanted to be his dear, his darling.

I write for myself and strangers. The strangers, dear Readers, are an afterthought.

Let us both small and great push forward in this work, in this pursuit, if to our country, if to ourselves we would live dear.

Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.

I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!

Let us preach you, Dear Jesus, without preaching.... not by words but by our example.

Life is dear to every living thing; the worm that crawls upon the ground will struggle for it.

Love can never explain the loved one, my dear. It is the essence of wild unreason.

Many, affecting wit beyond their power, Have got to be a dear fool for an hour.

My dear, beautiful and imaginative things can be destroyed. Beauty and imagination cannot.

Men are not amusing during the shooting season; but, after all, my dear, men were not especially designed to amuse women.

My dear fellow, who will let you?" "That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?

My dear, I'm a cat. Everything I see is mine.

My dear, it is a great strength to have faced the worst and to have *felt* it a feature of beauty. Nothing ever after can shake one.

My disenchantment? Oh no, my dear, there are no disenchantments, merely progressions and styles of possession. To exist is to be spellbound.

Mind the dead man, my dear.

My dear brother, never allow a woman to hold all of the cards.

My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.

My dear girl, you don't consent to an abduction! You consent to an elopement, and I knew you wouldn't do that.

My dear old dog, most constant of all friends.

My Dear Reader Chum, a very hearty hello to you. What an honour and privilege it is to have you perusing my written word.

My dear, we live in an age of transition.

My dear, did you ever stop to think what a wonderful bunker you would make?

My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours

My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.