Best 225 quotes in «dear quotes» category

Fear not, dear cousin. In madness there is great power

For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.

For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.

For mother's sake the child was dear, and dearer was the mother for the child.

Frederic Leighton to James McNeill Whistler: 'My dear Whistler, you leave your pictures in such a sketchy, unfinished state. Why don't you ever finish them?' James McNeill Whistler to Frederic Leighton: 'My dear Leighton, why do you ever begin yours?

Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.

Gay as a daffodil.

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

Having bought truth dear, we must not sell it cheap, not the least grain of it for the whole world.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 love Simon Cowell, he's a dear friend.

If you hold yourself dear, protect yourself well.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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!

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.

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

I wanted to be his dear, his darling.

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

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

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

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.

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

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 dear, we live in an age of transition.

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