A P Sweet Quotes

Blood Riders is a novel like you've never read before - part Western and part horror and one-hundred percent sweet excitement. It's vivid and high-velocity, too. I couldn't put it down.

I wear Sweet Revenge, the legging boots, a lot particularly in the winter.

A dog, however nice he is, and sweet-tempered, doesn't have much of a range of options. A human being does.

The nerds are my favourite sort of boys - any guy with a passion - whether it be physics or film or writing or poetry even, I think it's super sweet and it's very attractive for a female.

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

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

Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?

And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.

I loathe that I did love, In youth that I thought sweet

I get to be goofy and quirky and sweet at the same time.

I did absolutely love playing Tabaqui, the hyena, who is morally conflicted and a villain, but also quite sweet.

I seem to voice a lot of sweet, kind of dumb yellow characters for some reason.

Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took away all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

I am a sweet old softy, but it took toughness to get through what I went through.

When someone goes, 'Oh, this group is really pissed off at what you said,' there's not a piece of my body that goes, 'Sweet!' That means I did it wrong. I'm just trying to make people laugh.

I eat vegetarian. I am just drawn to clean eating, and although I do not deprive myself of sweets or French fries once in a while, my body just feels better if I give it good fuel to work with.

'Tis sweet to kiss a girl on Spring's first day, but only half so sweet as 'tis to kiss a girl on her bootyhole.

I have to be careful when I'm around sweets.

Eugene Peterson's language makes the Bible exciting and strong, sweet, sharp, persuasive, painful, personal, contemporary, kind, and dramatic—and available to every reader of this age.

Woman, thou art a river, deep and wide, Of waters soft and sweet: Alas! I've never reached the other side; Though oft I've wet my feet!

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame under flame, till Time be no more.

I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.

I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more.

The women that I picked spoke sweet and low And yet gave tongue. "Hound voices" were they all.

The breath of springtime at this twilight hour Comes through the gathering glooms, And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower Into my silent rooms.

What sweet delight a quiet life affords.

I can't sit through the superhero films. But I watched Draft Day, and it was kind of sweet in an old-fashioned way.

They accepted the pleasures of morning, the bright sun, the whelming sea and sweet air, as a time when play was good and life so full that hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten.

Talking of love is making it.

Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them-almost all women; a vast number of clever, hardheaded men.

We love being in love, that's the truth on't.

Your second ducat, like your second million, is never quite as sweet.

O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.

Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours.

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.