Best 2891 quotes in «sweet quotes» category

See, this is the thing.” He leans closer. “Me kissing you, you disappearing, that’s my nightmare.

Sekuntum mawar yang kupetik tadi dari taman hati Khas buat engkau yang ke sini bertandang dalam diam memeriahkan lagi teratak ini Ambil... Ambil... Jangan segan-segan

Sex is the sweetest of all things.

Shanna, sweet Shanna. How can I tell you what you mean to me? When I saw you at the ball it was as if my heart started beating again. You lit up the room, bright in an ocean of black and white. And I thought- my life has been nothing but a dark, endless night. Then you came out like a rainbow and filled my black soul with color.

Shane was sitting on the curb next to the old, cracked gas pumps, eating a candy bar. Claire plopped down next to him. “Half?” she asked. “And now I know you’re my girlfriend, since you’re not afraid to demand community property,” he said, and pulled off the uneaten half to hand it over.

She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformed into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone else. Sometimes she feels frightened." He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, "Sometimes she feels unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most important to her."s

She blew out a sigh. "Guess there's not denying I've always had a crazy thing for him." Crazy as in he's so gorgeous you want to jump his bones? Or crazy as in you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him?

She'd be the perfect choice." Jake snapped his head around to find Charli no smiling. "Who?" "Annie." "Are you kidding me?" Jake barked out a laugh. "We'd tear each other's throat out." "Or each other's clothes off. Which sounds like a much better solution to me.

She didn’t brighten the whole room for me when she walked in the door. She didn’t make my whole day better just by smiling at me, or make me ask myself what she would think of me when I said or did something shitty to somebody. She wasn’t the one who made me want to get off my ass and do more, be a better person. Only you’ve ever done that, sunshine.

She give me honey to make my voice sweet, but there never were a sweetness in me. I prefer a taste of rot.

She hadn't just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid - she'd started to brew her own.

She had taught herself how to knit, and for the mare's scarf - it was green - she had given herself the best grade possible. And ...' 'That's silly!' Micha giggled. 'Well, who is the cliff queen, you or me?' Abel asked. 'It isn't my fault if you're giving yourself grades!

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 is neither an explorer nor a mapmaker, but she can always find her way to my heart.

She is the glorious reincarnation of every woman ever loved.

She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek... Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair. Mr. Bradford beamed.

She pulled a chair to the tiny table "I'm starving." "So am I," he answered, but when she glanced up he was looking at her and not the food.

She's nice," he says. His compliment warms me. "That's it?" the third one replies with a stamp of her foot. She shoves his shoulder and pouts, her lips a brilliant shade of coral. "Sh's a little stubborn." I smile. "Can be a bit impulsive or reckless," he adds. I scoff. Bree chuckles.

She's my /sister./" He had no doubt that Clarisse was telling the truth: that Darri was down here in the caves, that she was trying to end the spell. And that she was about to die. "If you kill her, I'll tear this country down. I'll grind silver into the soil. I swear it." Clarisse blinked at him, completely unconcerned. "Why? You don't love her." "I don't like her," Varis snarled. "I /do/ love her.

She stepped on the trashcan's foot pedal and tossed her dress and shoes in the garbage. The warrior in her shouted as if she'd done something amazing...until she remembered how much the shoes had cost. She'd thought of setting them on fire in the bathtub, but it seemed a bit over the top, and even she wasn't that dramatic. The trashcan would do. She'd move forward smarter, stronger, and happy to have cut the dead weight from her life. Small Town Hero, Kim Koby

Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!

She was such a sweet and funny person. To see her looking like something he has come to hate was a shot to the heart.

Shh." I reared back an inch. "Shh?" "Yeah, I'm thinking.

Sie kannst du vielleicht täuschen, aber mich nicht." Er sah mich von der Seite an. Offenbar hatte er meine schlechte Laune bemerkt. "Tatsächlich?", murmelte er. "Mmmhmm. Sie tuscheln alle hinter deinem Rücken, wie gefährlich du bist und wie skrupellos und aufregend. Sie kichern wie dummer Hühner. Aber ich weiß etwas, was sie nicht wissen." Jetzt wandte Cain sich vollständig zu mir um. "Und das wäre?", frage er herausfordernd. Traurigkeit ergriff mein Herz wie eine eiserne Hand. "Du wirkst gefährlich, weil du gefährlich bist. Du bewegst dich wie ein griesgrämiger Tiger, und alle anderen sind für dich bloß Beute zwischen deinen Pranken. Sie sind so sehr damit beschäftigt, dich anzuhimmeln und darüber ui reden, wie umwerfend du doch aussiehst, dass sie gar nicht merken, dass sie gleich von dir gefressen werden. Dass du sie kaust und dann ausspuckst.

Since you can't touch me, you made something that could, didn't you?" I said. "Yes." My world slowed and I closed my eyes. "I am going yo give you my heart noe," I whispered. "Please don't break it again.

So..." Her shoulders lifted and dropped. "What? You're going to let that walking cane snuff out the eternally grinning smart-ass that loves inside you?

So he slips his head off of Jeff's shoulder and slides out from under Evan's Armand shuffles down to the bottom of the bed. It doesn't have a lot of dignity this part of their sleeping arrangement. He's complained about this before but Jeff just nodded, and Evan had kissed the back of his neck, and they'd both snuggled in a little tighter, pinning him in the middle even more effectively than before.

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

Some nights, we were a city of two.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities"- The Fault in our Stars

Some people come into your life as blessings, and others come in your life as lessons. You are both to me.

Something happened during Matt's talk. When I sat down I was one person, but by the time he was done, I was someone else. Someone changed. Someone new. Someone I didn't know. My arms were covered in gooseflesh. My stomach was doing this buoyant, top-of-the-roller-coaster thing. Suddenly I wanted to be pretty. I wanted guys to think I was pretty. In particular, I wanted this guy to think I was pretty...

some poems froth and foam and rise... out of my morning cup of mist-sweetened coffee.

Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.

So... Stop shaking my heart like this.

Some words are sweet but unprotifable! Some are bitter but important. First weigh your words on the counter of integrity and speak not only because your words are sweet, but because they contain the truth!

Sometimes I think I spent forever waiting for you,' he says. 'My whole life, I've never had someone like you. Someone who doesn't have to be there, but is anyway. Someone who wants to just ... be with me because they want me. For me. Not because I'm your brother or your kid or anything, but because you choose me.

Søte bløte stikkelsbær. Hvorfor vokser du på så sinte trær? Hvorfor kan du ikke neste vår, vokse på en eplegren? Sånn at jeg kan få plukket deg, uten å få stukket meg!

So what's the deal with you and my sister?" He laughs shortly and rubs the back of his neck like something is there, tickling, tapping. "Tamra." Clutching the dashboard, I turn and glare at her. "There is no deal." She snorts. "Well, we wouldn't be sitting here if that was the case now, would we?" I open my mouth to demand she end the interrogation when Will's voice stops me. "I like your sister. A lot." I look at him dumbly. He looks at me, lowers his voice to say, "I like you." I know that, I guess, but heat still crawls over my face. I swing forward in my seat, cross my arms over my chest and stare straight ahead. Can't stop shivering. Can't speak. My throat hurts too much. "Jacinda," he says. "I think you've shocked her," Tamra offers, then sighs.

Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green. A SILVER LINING, she thought.

Sweet forgiveness!!

Sugar candy tasted better than bitter truth.

Sweet is highly overrated." So is responsible, loyal, and every other adjective you'd find scrawled in my yearbook.

...summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longing we sometimes felt each other feel. With him life was routine; without him life was unbearable.

Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps, Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth, Sweet is revenge--especially to women

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!

Taking good care of your husband or wife is the best way to thank their parent or parents for having taken good care of them.

That's the thing about hands. I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to know and feel I'm holding onto the person I love.

Thanks. Seriously, you must have better things to do with your life than waste it on the hopeless?' 'I've already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?' 'Elvish.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet. -Emily Dickinson