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Sweetness Quotes (page 9)

Neighborhood is a word that has come to sound like a Valentine. As a sentimental concept, 'neighborhood' is harmful to city planning. It leads to attempts at warping city life into imitations of town or suburban life. Sentimentality plays with sweet intentions in place of good sense. Jane Jacobs
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine. Burned like the ruby fire set. In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet. With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine. Oscar Wilde
Everything, as you well know (having lived in this world long enough to have figured out a thing or two for yourself), cannot always be sweetness and light. Kate DiCamillo
The truth is that every intelligent man, as you know, dreams of being a gangster and of ruling over society by force alone. As it is not so easy as the detective novels might lead one to believe, one generally relies on politics and joins the cruelest party. What does it matter, after all, if by humiliating one's mind one succeeds in dominating every one? I discovered in myself sweet dreams of oppression. Albert Camus
J. K. Rowling quote: "It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets."
It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets. J. K. Rowling
I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. [....] Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more 'scope for imagination' without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn't matter. We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now. L. M. Montgomery
Reason might be right; yet no wonder we are glad at times to defy her, to rush from under her rod and give a truant hour to Imagination- her soft, bright foe, our sweet Help, our divine Hope. Charlotte Bronte
Turn off the light," she says as she walks away, creating a small woosh that smells sweet and chemical. It makes me sad because it's the smell she makes when she's leaving. Augusten Burroughs
Now we wake up with our memoryand fix our gazes on that which was; whispering sweetness, which once coursed through us, sits silently beside us with loosened hair Rainer Maria Rilke
Such a number of nights,' said the girl, with a touch of woman's tenderness, which communicated something like sweetness of tone, even to her voice; 'such a number of nights as I've been patient with you, nursing and caring for you, as if you had been a child: and this the first that I've seen you like yourself; you wouldn't have served me as you did just now, if you'd thought of that, would you? Come, come; say you wouldn't. Charles Dickens
* Pindar, a Thebian Greek wrote (circa 350 B.C.E.) War is sweet to those who have no experience of it. But the experienced man trembles exceedingly in his heart at its approach. Pindar
William Shakespeare quote: "The summer's flower is to the summer sweet. Though to itself..."
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet. Though to itself it only live and die William Shakespeare
To his surprise he felt a moment of regret, of sadness that his quest for his mother and father would soon be over. As long as he searched for them he was prepared to be hungry and ill, but now that the search had ended he felt saddened by the memory of all he had been through, and of how much he had changed. He was closer now to the ruined battlefields and this fly-infested truck, to the nine sweet potatoes in the sack below the driver's seat, even in a sense to the detention center, than he... J. G. Ballard
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
Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her. Louisa May Alcott

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