Best 83 quotes in «sweetness quotes» category

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.

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love come to life again and fill it with majesty and exaltation. And those who come together in the nights and are entwined in rocking delight perform a solemn task and gather sweetness, depth, and strength for the song of some future poet, who will appear in order to say ecstasies that are unsayable.

It's hot out there." I prowl toward her, pulling off my shirt. I maybe flex my abs a little- anything for my girl.

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

I'm sweetness an' motherfuckin' light. Filled from goddamn head to toe wit' love.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

Take me to this land of sweet sugar cane and Mount Gay Rum, I want to taste its sweetness and feel its tropical sun, Take me to Barbados!

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.

Sweetness is not in itself unhealthy, we simply eat only the most unhealthy kind of sweetness.

The right thing. It’s there in the way she says my name. It’s music.

The lasting sweetness of the wealth obtained is directly proportional to the honesty of its source. Dishonest wealth does not last.

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

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 sweetness of taste of the truth.

...the sweetness of grace and freedom comes hand in hand with the uncomfortable, bitter-rawness of honest emotions and grief.

This book is for those that found love when everyone thought they were too young to know what it was. We should all be lucky enough to find our forever so soon.

Try to be the best; try never to be the worst! Live and play the role honey plays on your tongue in the lives of people; never do the job that pepper does on your eyes to others!

Understanding is a pure glass of water. All great truths have no taste. Hints of sweetness are coloured by the need for amazement.

Victory, is like a boxer that hangs his gloves, after the consecutive losses; sometimes walking away is what builds character, than the actual fight. As humble fruit on a tree that falls to the ground and rots, never finding appreciation in the taste of mouths.

We came to a clearing and stopped. Dark green vines with oblong leaves and purple flowers in pairs grew everywhere- under our feet, around tree trunks and small shrubs, in a circle at least thirty feet wide. Fat green-eyed insects buzzed lazily around the blossoms. A heavy, luscious fragrance filled the air. "Honeysuckle!" I plucked a couple of flowers and took a moment to appreciate the dark purple petals that faded to lavender and then white at their base. I brought one to my nose and sniffed. My cousins had a vine like this at their house in India. But these blossoms were gargantuan, each one the size of my palm. I pinched off the green cap that held the petals together, pulled on the little string that was exposed, and tasted the small glob of nectar that glistened at the end. My mouth burst with sweetness.

When you find real love — protect and preserve the sweetness and intimacy of your gift.

When i smile while looking at you it seems i like you,When i talk to you it means i want to make you friend,when i give you a gift it really means that i love u.

Your sweet-toting and sugarcoating is of no service to anyone! Do not sugarcoat reality; it only gives the people in your life a sweet-tooth that then makes it more challenging for them to later bite down on the hardness of life. Do not tote and tout sweets either – you’re malnourishing people! Instead give them the truth. What is the truth you may ask? Authentic expression of who you really are, how you really feel, without projecting the labels of right or wrong.

You can spread joyfulness in any place of bitterness.

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

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

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.

You've got a deep core of sweetness that's quite incorruptible.

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.

Equanimity is the gem in virtue's chaplet, and St. Sweetness the loveliest in her calendar.

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.

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

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.

Make good the good in you...and you will slowly steal into the Hawaiian heart, which is all of softness, and gentleness, and sweetness.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

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.

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.

Such is the active power of good temperament! Great sweetness of temper neutralizes such vast amounts of acid.