Smitten Quotes
Smitten Quote of the day
Smitten as we are with the vision of social righteousness, a God indifferent to everything but adulation, and full of partiality for his individual favorites, lacks an essential element of largeness.
Acting in theatre or television or screen is only for the irrecoverably diseased, those so smitten with the need that there is no choice.
A military man can scarcely pride himself on having smitten a sleeping enemy; it is more a matter of shame, simply, for the one smitten.
I'm all for being in love and whenever I like someone, I end up pretty much completely smitten.
It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you....Once the warm, salty butter has hit your tongue, you are smitten. Putty in their hands.
If you live for your children, they may be smitten down and leave you desolate, or, what is far worse, they may desert you and leave you worse than childless in a cold and unfeeling world.
Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.
So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.
We're smitten with technology. And we're afraid, like young lovers, that too much talking might spoil the romance. But it's time to talk.
There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.
That's one of the surprises in the research, that's it's not young people who are smitten with their phones. It's their parents who are not paying attention to them.
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.
He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, though not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.
She was the kind of art that was so valuable it wasn't even for sale, and she smiled when she saw Ash. His pulse jumped.
He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, thought not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.
Ben made me laugh. I was attracted to his attraction for me: the way he smiled for instance, whenever he saw me, that goofy kind of grin that hijacks the face of the helplessly smitten.
She felt powerless to withstand or deny him. He was altogether too much for her, and Bathsheba seemed as one who, facing a reviving wind, finds it to blow so strongly that it stops the breath.