Dear Quotes
Pray, dear madam, another glass; it is Christmas time, it will do you no harm.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!
The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this?
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.
You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.
Mine honor is my life, both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done. Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try; In that I live, and for that I will die.
Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Shutting one's eyes is an art, my dear. I suppose there's no use trying to make you see that - but that's the only way one can stay married.
Tough times don't define you, they refine you.
Dear Single Ladies, Love is precious, Remember this: You are worth pursuing. Don't Cheapen Yourself
You don’t even have to love your job
I will drive the world crazywith love poems for you.So they can know how magnificent you areand how crazy I am.
We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives love lives?
Dear Moon, Slowly enlighten my heart with your lovely, silvery, dancing, miraculous light.
My dear, please be careful.You no longer live only for yourself.You live for me as well.
To us, they are not so much who they are as who they will become.
Dear Jesus! you are so precious to me. I thank God that even if I went through so much loss in life, I still have you.
I hope when people ask what you're going to do with your English and/or creative writing degree you'll say: ... Carry it with me, as I do everything that matters.
Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.
You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again
What did you do for them, Bone? Teach them to read and write? Help them rebuild, give them Christ, help restore a culture? Did you remember to warn them that it could never be Eden?
In a very tragic kind of way, sometimes things have to be gone before I fully realize that they were ever there.
You will be my souvenir in American summer, when all I can think about are Parisian springs.
Dear Church, everyone is broken, stop pretending like you're not.