Sweet Quotes

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Sweet is the memory of past troubles.

The river flows at its own sweet will, but the flood is bound in the two banks. If it were not thus bound, its freedom would be wasted.

How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.

In fact when Sweet Honey was ten years old it was too big for me to run, and I knew it, but I ran it for another thirteen years because I couldn't convince other people to really do it. And this year, I'm not running it.

The cast clubs were a big part of it, too. I found I wasn't getting that instant feedback I was used to with a forged blade. The sweet spot is a shade bigger, and when I didn't hit the ball dead center, I didn't know it, because it still felt great.

I've got a really sweet tooth and sometimes I just have to have some chocolate.

I was pretty nervous when I met Robert DeNiro. I kind of felt like a kid in a candy store for the first time. I couldn't wipe the grin off of my face. But Bobby DeNiro was really, really sweet and made me feel very comfortable. He's very low-key and just a superstar professional, and totally someone to be admired.

I've gone for each type: the rough guy; the nerdy, sweet, lovable guy; and the slick guy. I don't really have a type. Men in general are a good thing.

I'm probably the only person who goes to work and says 'Wow, it's really nice here and sweet,' even in the competitive movie business.

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.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

I'm a sweet eater. I love lemon pie and sweet potato pie.

I like anything sweet.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

Everyone tells me that I have a very sweet face! I'd like to change that. I wish I had a more flexible face!

It just didn't feel right to let my child scream and holler and thrash by her little self in the dark in her crib when I knew full well that a little rocking in her glider, maybe a song and a sweet nuzzle of her cheek would send her off to dreamland.

Oh, definitely and you know you take the bitter with the sweet but the benefits far outweigh the burdens of what I've been able to do for my family, my word.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveller's being.

But aesthetics is not religion, and the origins of religion lie somewhere completely different. They lie anyway, these roses smell too sweet and the deep roar of the breaking waves is too splendid, to do justice to such weighty matters now.

We remember Kurt for what he was: caring, generous and sweet.

Well, you know, 'Spaceballs' is a weird combination, because it's a simple, sweet little fairytale, and it's crazy and out-there and making fun of and taking apart sci-fi, 'Star Wars', and 'Star Trek'.

I can make them voting machines sing Home Sweet Home.

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.