Best 225 quotes in «dear quotes» category

How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!

I ache for the touch of your lips dear, but much more for the touch of your whips dear.

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

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

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.

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

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

If you hold yourself dear, protect yourself well.

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

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

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 love Simon Cowell, he's a dear friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

I wanted to be his dear, his darling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Mind the dead man, my dear.

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

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

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