Best 83 quotes in «sweetness quotes» category

When HOLINESS loses its sweetness it is a fierce thing to come in contact with.

Abby was lying weak and sick in my arms, depending on me to take care of her. In that moment I recognized that my feelings for her were a lot stronger than I thought. Sometime between the moment we met, and holding her on that bathroom floor, I had fallen in love with her.

As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious and full of detail: it wants to polish itself; it wants to love another body; it is the only vessel in the world that can hold, in a mix of power and sweetness: words, song, gesture, passion, ideas, ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity, and virtue.

Call me babe again, and I’ll slit your throat,” she said, the sweetness in her voice a direct contradiction to the daggers she gave him.

Don't ever marry a person you don't truly love. Don't believe what people often say, that the love will develop in future. Those whose love develop in future are very few. If after a period of time you've been dating and the love doesn't seem to grow, I strongly advise you have to re-think.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Giddy with each other and the wine, they strolled outside through the Presidio, the old fort now housing restaurants and galleries. Jess explained that she wanted to devise a matrix for scarcity and abundance, frugality and profligacy. She thought that sweetness represented, and in some periods misrepresented, a sense of surplus and shared pleasure. "I don't think taste is purely biological," she said. "I think it's economically, historically, and culturally constructed as well. Sweetness means different things depending on availability, custom, farming, trade..." She was shivering, and George took off his jacket. "Here, sweetness." He helped her into it and laughed at the way her hands disappeared inside the sleeves. "Context is key- so the question is, What carries over? What can we still know about sweet and sour? Bitterness. What persists from generation to generation? Do we taste the same things?" He kissed her, sucking her lower lip and then her tongue. "I think so," he said. "Yes.

I do have regrets about the whole thing. I regret most the way I spoke to you. You can talk to whomever you chose to talk to. But this is who I am, it is my nature. Anyone who treats you with anything but the utmost respect is going to get knocked on their ass. I do feel that you belong to me, not that I own you, but that you are mine to protect.

If you can love all who've betrayed you... you can taste sweetness in everything.

If you need me, just focus on us and I'll be here. Despite what happened with others in the past, I will show up.

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.

I LOVE YOU. Not like a sister loves a brother or like a friend loves a friend. I LOVE YOU like a really drunk guy loves the best girl ever.

It's my place when I'm here alone. It's ours when you are here with me." ~Nolan

It’s not the place that creates the magic, Ryder. It’s the person. The magic is wherever you are.

My heart swells with emotion each time I recall the sweetness of my youth!

Nothing is sweeter than being unapologetically you. Don't live your life just to impress others. Reveal your truth, Express your love, Live your dreams.

Not only had he wanted her in his personal territory, he’d just wanted her with him. Earlier, her quiet, thoughtful care had wiped away the gut-churning anger that had gripped him after his discussion with his mother. His and Charlotte’s resulting conversation had made him remember that he wasn’t that lost, angry boy anymore but a man who had a beautiful, smart, deliciously sexy woman in his life. It had been selfish, but he’d wanted more of her warmth and sweetness around him.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, and slips into the bosom of the lake: So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me.

Oh sweet December, You bring us Charlie Brown, chestnuts and candy canes, You add such sweetness to your name You bring us garland, gingerbread and mistletoe, You also bring us everything wrapped in a bow Oh sweet December-you’re so good to us, You always prepare us for The Christmas fuss

Perfection takes time.” “If you saw yourself in the morning, you would know that's not true.

She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.

She reached for a tiny white dish on top of the stove. "Oops, and salt. I almost forgot salt." "Salt?" I wrinkled my nose, and then widened my eyes. "Is that your secret ingredient?" Sophie laughed. "Salt isn't a secret ingredient, doofus. Besides, you just add a pinch. Salt brings out all the flavors." She paused. "It's weird, isn't it? How something so opposite of sweet can make things taste even better?" "How does it do that?" I asked. "I don't know," Sophie answered. "It just kind of brings everything together in its own strange little way.

She was in awe of him, impressed by his lack of fear, smitten with his bee-geekery.

She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.

There was dancing to wear your feet down, and there were beautiful boys and girls, and kisses were cheaper than wine but the wine was sweet and the fruit sweeter. And you could still hear the music in your head.

The road to greatness is often sought, but if journeyed with kindness, it is sweetly paved.

You will learn about the twinned natures of fate and faith, at times spun together in threads fine as cotton candy, that taste just as sweet and evaporate just as quick. It is not right to say that you will have her, because you cannot truly possess another person. Nor should you even want such a thing.

Bhakti and Humility cannot be separated like sweetness cannot be separated from sweet.

Everything, as you well know . . . cannot always be sweetness and light.

Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.

Go inside the sweetness of life, catch the places where you genuinely were moved by or connected with life, and you'll find in there kind of a light that can direct you when the cacophony gets very noisy and you get confused and lost, that can direct you towards what you care about.

Herein is not only a great vanity, but a great contempt of God's good gifts, that the sweetness of man's breath, being a good gift of God, should be willfully corrupted by this stinking smoke.

I like vodka tonics and gin & tonics. I also like gimlets. I like things that have sweetness with a bit of a kick.

I love the return of sweetness and lace. Ladylike dressing is back and it's beautiful.

Lovely sweetness is the noblest power of woman, and is far fitter to prevail by parley than by battle.

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.

Oxford lends sweetness to labour and dignity to leisure.

Sweetness of life depends to its bitterness.

The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.

The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.

There are no riches like the sweetness of content, nor poverty comparable to the want of patience.

There is nothing that will make you a Christian indeed, but a taste of the sweetness of Christ.

You can't touch love, but you can feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

Distance brings sweetness. Absence tames what is near.

Even the softest and sweetest heart was made by design for extreme battle.

Even when the strings are broken in our lives, the sweet music plays on in our hearts.

He kissed her because it came about quite naturally; he found sweetness sleeping still upon her lips, and felt that he had never been away.

He kissed my belly, “Just think. All the love that we have for each other, we put it in this safe place here.” He kissed my belly again.

His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.

Ich wollte meine Augen öffnen, um Gideon ein letztes Mal anzusehen, aber ich schaffte es nicht. "Ich liebe dich, Gwenny, bitte verlass mich nicht", sagte Gideon, und das war das letzte, was ich hörte, bevor ich von einem großen Nichts verschluckt wurde.