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I advocate speaking words of love with all the sincerity that can be mustered, as frequently as possible.
Consider calling it a challenge rather than calling it a crisis.
I take every opportunity to articulate to others the ways that they have blessed and influenced me. I hold sweet memories of making the opportunity to thank teachers who have influenced me. I encourage everyone to seize opportunities to tell people who have made a gift of knowledge or influence.
Miley [Cyrus] is so sweet. In this generation – and I know because I have two teenage boys – they don’t really have to care about things. It’s kind of a desensitized generation. I’m so impressed that she’s really vegan and outspoken about animal welfare.
Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet.
Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
If I freely may discover<br>What should please me in my lover,<br>I would have her fair and witty,<br>Savouring more of court than city;<br>A little proud, but full of pity;<br>Light and humorous in her toying,<br>Oft building hopes, and soon destroying,<br>Long, but sweet in the enjoying;<br>Neither too easy nor to hard;<br>All extremes I would have barr’d.
Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were<br>To see thee in our water yet appear.
Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,<br>As you were going to a feast,<br>Still to be powder’d, all perfum’d.<br>Lady, it is to be presumed,<br>Though art’s hid causes are not found,<br>All is not sweet, all is not sound.
That I might live alone once with my gold!<br>O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true:<br>A man may trust it when his father cheats him,<br>Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf!<br>That which makes all men false, is true itself.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
Tis no sin love’s fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
I couldn’t joke about the person who’d saved me from facing absolute heartbreak at home, who fed my family boxes of sweets, who ran to me worried that i was hurt if I asked for him. A month ago, I had looked at the TV and seen a stiff, distant, boring person-someone I couldn’t imagine anyone loving. And while he wasn’t anything close to the person I did love, he was worthy of having someone to love in his life.
Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets Cyrano Act 5.
There are secret ties, there are sympathies, by the sweet relationship of which souls that are well matched attach themselves to each other, and are affected by I know not what, which cannot be explained
Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.
How sweet to die after one’s enemies.
And now, my friend, I am going to expose to you all my weaknesses. All men, I believe, are under a necessity of paying tribute at some time or other to Love, and it is vain to strive to avoid it. I was a philosopher, yet this tyrant of the mind triumphed over all my wisdom; his darts were of greater force than all my reasonings, and with a sweet constraint he led me wherever he pleased.
We need anything politically important rationed out like Pez: small, sweet, and coming out of a funny, plastic head.
Remember that pride is the worst viper that is in the heart, the greatest disturber of the soul’s peace and sweet communion with Christ; it was the first sin that ever was, and lies lowest in the foundation of Satan’s whole building, and is the most difficultly rooted out, and is the most hidden, secret and deceitful of all lusts, and often creeps in, insensibly, into the midst of religion and sometimes under the disguise of humility.
Holiness appeared to me to be of a sweet, pleasant, charming, serene, calm nature; which brought an inexpressible purity, brightness, peacefulness and ravishment to the soul.
The soul of a true christian, as I then wrote my meditations, appeared like such a little white flower as we see in the spring of the year; low and humble on the ground, opening its bosom<br> to receive the pleasant beams of the sun’s glory; rejoicing, as it were, in a calm rapture; diffusing around a sweet fragrancy; standing peacefully and lovingly, in the midst of other<br> flowers round about; all in like manner opening their bosoms to drink in the light of the sun.
The beauty of the world consists wholly of sweet mutual consents, either within itself or with the supreme being.
There is a difference between having a rational judgment that honey is sweet, and having a sense of its sweetness
I wish I were stronger and more secure in myself so that I could really spend my life with a guy like Lenny. Because he has a different kind of strength than Joshie. He has the strength of his sweet tuna arms. He has the strength of putting his nose in my hair and calling it home. He has the strength to cry when I go down on him. Who IS Lenny? Who DOES that? Who will ever open up to me like that again? No one. Because it’s too dangerous. Lenny is a dangerous man. Joshie is more powerful, but Lenny is much more dangerous.
She took my hand and pulled me after her, her shoulders giving off a sweet peppermint concoction that the bodies of young women sometimes produce to make my life more difficult.
It’s nice coming to Nashville, and we have four-bedroom house and a dog, and we go swimming a lot. We get down here and spread out a lot, and I miss my sweet tea and my cornbread and my good southern cooking – but I’m down here eating pretty for two weeks and I’m ready to go back to New York City.
Sweet head, give you sweet head.
We’ve separated from mogul and aerial skiing and we’ve built our own sport and our own tricks. And now we’re going back to the roots. But the Olympics is a world stage for athletics and it’s going to be pretty sweet to represent our sport and represent our culture and show everyone what we’re all about.