Sweet Quotes
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
William Cowper
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My grandfather always told me, 'You know you're American first, but you're a Greek-American, which makes you a better American.' It sounds sort of old-world and very sweet, but what he meant was that you should embrace those things that are most special and different about you.
Melina Kanakaredes
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Ancient one sleeping, waiting to rise When earth's power bleeds sacred red The mark strikes true; Queen Tsi Sgili will devise He shall be washed from his entombing bed Through the hand of the dead he is free Terrible beauty, monstrous sight Ruled again they shall be Women shall kneel to his dark might Kalona's song sounds sweet As we slaughter with cold heat
P. C. Cast
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The animals you eat are not those who devour others; you do not eat the carnivorous beasts, you take them as your pattern. You only hunger for the sweet and gentle creatures which harm no one, which follow you, serve you, and are devoured by you as the reward of their service.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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I hesitate to talk about Czech food. ... The people are very sweet, wonderfully cultured, very friendly, but my God how they eat that food I do not know. It is surely the most disgusting cuisine in the world.
John Banville
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Under the yaller pines I house,When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented,An' hear among their furry boughsThe baskin' west-wind purr contented.
James Russell Lowell
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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,Most musical, most melancholy!
John Milton
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The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.
William Shakespeare
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Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
William Shakespeare
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Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
William Shakespeare
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When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
Anna Letitia Barbauld
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So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb.
Pablo Neruda
