Sweet Quotes
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I never get the girl - I always die. That is the catch with playing bad. I'm actually a very romantic person, and I would like to play in a love story. As long as it doesn't get too sweet. That's not me.
Michael Wincott
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Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.-Have, get, before it cloy.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside; It's home, sweet home, where'er I roam, through lands and waterswide.
William Allingham
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The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which.
William Shakespeare
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I definitely binge watch. My schedule is so inconsistent and crazy and hectic that if I get a chunk of time, it's like, 'Oh, sweet, I have three hours. I'm going to watch three episodes of 'Peaky Blinders' right now.'
Jesse Lee Soffer
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Tis not for golden eloquence I pray, A godlike tongue to move a stony heart-- Methinks it were full well to be apart In solitary uplands far away, Betwixt the blossoms of a rosy spray, Dreaming upon the wonderful sweet face Of Nature, in a wild and pathless place.
Frederick Tennyson
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I've thrown vanilla beans into mustard. Nothing crazy or grainy, just normal dijon. It's great for duck. Smear some of that right on the duck, coupled with some roast plums, and it all comes together in that savory over sweet over savory over sweet way we all love.
Alex Guarnaschelli
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Is victory sweet because your side wins - or is it really because the other side loses?
John Podhoretz
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I mean, my girls are very sweet; I'm very proud of all of of them.
Alan Jackson
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I love Emmylou Harris's version of my song, 'Sweet Old World.' Her intonation is great.
Lucinda Williams
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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,Most musical, most melancholy!
John Milton
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Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
Anne Carson
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When I began to cover songs for YouTube, they all tended to be in the super pop-genre.. as in, smash-hit songs. My writing process was heavily influenced by this - I went from a more heavy punk rock style to straight up sugary-sweet pop.
Alex Goot
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It was so sweet backstage, you should have seen it - The Teamsters were helping Michael Moore into the trunk of his limo.
Steve Martin
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I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more.
William Butler Yeats
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I say the sweet science is to hit and not get hit.
Bernard Hopkins
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Those unknown heroes whose whitened bones have been piously gathered here, and whose green graves we now strew with sweet and beautiful flowers, choice emblems alike of pure hearts and brave spirits, reached, in their glorious career that last highest point of nobleness beyond which human power cannot go. They died for their country.
Frederick Douglass
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Significance is sweet.
Ivan Turgenev
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Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
William Shakespeare
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How could I go on my travels without that sweet soul waiting at home for my letters?
Caryl Churchill
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I like old people when they have aged well. And old houses with an accumulation of sweet honest living in them are good. And the timelessness that only the passing of Time itself can give to objects both inside and outside the spirit is a continuing reassurance.
M. F. K. Fisher
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O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame under flame, till Time be no more.
William Butler Yeats
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Once more their weird laughter of the loons comes to my ear, the distance lends it a musical, melancholy sound. For a dangerous ledge off the lighthouse island floats in on the still air the gentle trolling of a warning bell as it swings on the rocking buoy; it might be tolling for the passing of summer and sweet weather with that persistent, pensive chime.
Celia Thaxter
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Sweet berry wine!
John C. Reilly