Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life’s else bitter cup distilled

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love

Sweet shall be your rest if your heart does not reproach you

And then there were our sweet stolen moments in the midst of our work – just a word, or caress, or flash of love-light; and our moments were sweeter for being stolen. For we lived on the heights, where the air was keen and sparkling, where the toil was for humanity, and where sordidness and selfishness never entered. We loved love, and our love was never smirched by anything less than the best. And this out of all remains: I did not fail.

Heaven for me is hidden in a little Host Where Jesus, my Spouse, is veiled for love. I go to that Divine Furnace to draw out life, And there my Sweet Saviour listens to me night and day

Jesus makes the bitterest mouthful taste sweet.

Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can see and feel.

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.

One might say I have decided to marry the silence of the forest. The sweet dark warmth of the whole world will have to be my wife

It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

My mom is painfully sweet; she’s from Nebraska.

Life is one grand sweet song so start the music

The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

My beauty is dark chocolate and it’s delicious and it’s sweet.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.

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

I love the scrapbooks, I have a shelf of scrapbooks fans give me – they’re so sweet, so detailed!

Love is that liquor sweet and most divine, Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.

Don’t be like the rest of them, darling

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

Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.

I’m blonde and tanned and normal-sized! I’m sweet, shy, funny, have a big heart and I’m nice – and I like to eat.

Sweet head, give you sweet head.

No stars gleam as brightly as those which glisten in the polar sky. No water tastes so sweet as that which springs amid the desert sand. And no faith is so precious as that which lives and triumphs through adversity.

I need to kill you. That’s the only way to get you out of my head. Oh, I need to kill you to silence all the sweet little things you said. I really want to kill you, wipe you off the face of my earth and bury your bracelet six feet under the dirt.

It was when I was happiest that I longed most. The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing…to find the place where all the beauty came from

When the root is strong, the fruit is sweet

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

Learn the sweet magic of a cheerful face.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet

I’m the man of the hour, the man with the power, too sweet to be sour.