Top 1200 Life Is Sweet Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

As I walked in the woods I felt what I often feel that nothing can befall me in life, no calamity, no disgrace (leaving me my eyes) to which Nature will not offer a sweet consolation. Standing on the bare ground with my head bathed by the blithe air, & uplifted into the infinite space, I become happy in my universal relations. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign & accidental. I am the heir of uncontained beauty and power.

A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.

Be good, sweet maid, and don't forget that this involves being as clever as you can.

Don't expect liberals to weigh the costs of their sweet-sounding policies.

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

Fruit forced is never half so sweet / As that comes quite in season.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.

Every sunny morning is a great fountain; we quaff 'sweet hope' from it.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky.

When I enter a library, when I enter the world of books, I feel the ghosts of the past on my shoulders urging me to speech. I hear Patrick Henry cry to the Burgsses, 'Is Life so dear, or Peace so sweet, to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?' I hear Sojourner Truth tell me that the hand that rocks the cradle can also rock the boat, and William Lloyd Garrison say, 'I am in earnest, I will not be silenced.'

Fear secretes acids; but love and trust are sweet juices.

If all the skies were sunshine Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence, To break the endless song If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief, And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief.

In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.

The squared circle's no pretty place to be, and there's nothin' sweet about it.

Most of our suffering comes from resisting what is already here, particularly our feelings. All any feeling wants is to be welcomed, touched, allowed. It wants attention. It wants kindness. If you treated your feelings with as much love as you treated your dog or your cat or your child, you'd feel as if you were living in heaven every day of your sweet life.

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!

May God continue to bless sweet home Alabama.

Sweet music, and your secret heart. Both have the healing grace.

New Year's most glorious light is sweet hope!

I'm a sucker for a catchy song, and dance music. That's my sweet spot.

Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone

No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy.

Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness

Justice is the well water of the city of Novgorod, black and sweet.

I don't like sweet, warm beverages. It makes me gag!

Your sweet spot is in between the true believers and the scoffing skeptics.

Isn't that the way of the world? We want the sweet things, but we need the unpleasant ones.

Don't worry, fairy vomit is no doubt sweet-smelling to humans.

No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he’d keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.

I also quite like to be recognized by children; I find it sweet.

Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.

I broke my heart for every gain, to taste the sweet I faced the pain.

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*

Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same. Every wonderful sight will vanish, every sweet word will fade, But do not be disheartened, The source they come from is eternal, growing, Branching out, giving new life and new joy. Why do you weep? The source is within you And this whole world is springing up from it.

Teach your sweet child to leave the beautiful flowers in the soil.

No," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me." Horace stopped quickly in front of her. "Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?" "Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.

I did love horror films from the '70s and '80s. That was my sweet spot.

The aggressive side of me comes across in my music, but I'm just a sweet girl.

If we lose all our sweet memories, it means we are dead even if we are alive!

There's a sweet nirvana, Stirring on a jazzy, North Beach night

I want to stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

Golf balls are sweet: dimpled and sometimes even smiling.

Success has taken its own sweet time to reach me.

Flowers are like the sweet babies of the nature; they make us to smile.

I look like a sweet, corn-fed kid. My roles are my rebellion.

Anything called the Teflon Corner is not sweet for free-soloing.

Where penury is felt the thought is chain'd, And sweet colloquial pleasures are but few.

Once you have a handle on loving yourself, you can practice sharing that love with others. You’ve probably been taught to reserve the language of love for when you’re feeling overwhelmingly tender and passionate, and only for those who have made huge commitments to you. We recommend instead learning to recognize and acknowledge all the sweet feelings that make life worthwhile even when they don’t knock you over—and, moreover, learning to communicate those feelings to the people who inspire them.

Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

Anything which is sweet, I couldn't resist but would pick it up and eat.

Death is never sweet, not even if it is suffered for the highest ideal.

...whenever a woman describes a man as sweet, the dalliance is doomed.

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Be sweet and honest always, but for God's sake don't eat my doughnuts!

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.