S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Sweeping from butcher's stalls, dung, guts, and blood,
Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, all drench'd in mud,
Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood.”
Source: The works of Jonathan Swift ...: with copious notes and additions, and a memoir of the author
“Sweeping gestures from the shoulder allow you to make generous marks, well suited to large scale work. You don't get anything simpler than this - I'm sure it is the way the cave men drew.”
“Sweeping out of the inward positive reality, there is to be a positive manifestation externally. It is not just that we are dead to certain things, but we are to love God, we are to be alive to Him, we are to be in communion with Him, in this present moment of history. And we are to love men, to be alive to men as men, and to be in communication on a true personal level with men, in this present moment of history.”
“Sweeping that other me into their arms, they led me in a dance within societal norms, along a trajectory based on a delusion. (Though I couldn't define what I was, I knew what I wasn't.)”
Source: Notes of a Crocodile
“Sweeping, confident articles on the future seem to me, intellectually, the most disreputable of all forms of public utterance.”
“Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.”
“Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.”
Source: The Works of Horace
“Sweet and kind words are enough as the perfume of all the women of the world.”
“Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.”
“Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.”
“Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.”
Source: Poems
“Sweet April-time - O cruel April-time!
Year after year returning, with a brow
Of promise, and red lips with longing paled,
And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys
Of vanished springs, like flowers.”
“Sweet are the fruits of pursued dreams. They are nurtured through passion, perseverance, and a clear sense of purpose. These fruits embody the journey undertaken, the obstacles surmounted and the growth experienced. Each dream pursued not only leads to character development, but also creates a life-changing impact. Ultimately, this pursuit yields a profound sense of fulfilment as one looks back at their hard work and appreciates how they made their dreams manifest.”
Source: Exploring the Explosive Power of Big Dreams
“Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood
“Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.”
“Sweet are the rewards of sleepless nights, because when you succeed in making your dreams come alive, you can peacefully enjoy those results.”
Source: The Kind of Substance You Need For Your Success
“Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.”
Source: The Spectator: with notes and illustrations. In six volumes
“Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content: the quiet mind is richer than a crown.”
“Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content, The quiet mind is richer than a crown...”
“Sweet are the uses of adversity”
“Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.”
“Sweet are your words, sweeter is your Heart
Vicious was my world before you've shown your graceful radiance
Doubt sometimes because you're too good to be true
The first time I saw you makes me wanna be a better man”
“Sweet as cherries, bright as berries, light of my moony sky.”
Source: The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
“Sweet as sugar, hard as ice. Hurt me once, I'll kill you twice.”
“Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!”
“Sweet as the past may be, it best remains pressed between the pages of memory, savoured for a moment or two on quiet Sunday afternoons.”
Source: The Reengineers
“Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.”
“Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.”
“Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.”
Source: Blake: The Complete Poems
“Sweet baby Jesus, Blue Eyes was... He was gorgeous in all the ways that made girls do stupid things. He was tall, a good head or two taller than me and broad at the shoulders, but tapered at the waist. An athlete's body - like a swimmer's. Wavy black hair toppled over his forehead, brushing matching eyebrows. Broad cheekbones and wide, expressive lips completed the package created for girls to drool over. And with those sapphire-colored eyes, holy moley...”
Source: Wait for You (Wait For You, Book 1)
“Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)”
Source: Much Ado About Nothing: Literary Touchstone Classic
“Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song.”
“Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!”
Source: L'allegro, Ed Il Penseroso: Set to Musick by Mr. Handel
“Sweet bleedin’ Christ,” Bones interrupted. “Try not to let this turn you into a Ghost Whisperer, hmm? Adopting Fabian is one thing, but we’re already turning away spooks by the dozen. If you want another pet, we’ll get you more cats.”
“Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play,
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair”
Source: Minor poems
“Sweet Bryaxis has vanished. Do you know what that means?'
'That I have to go hunt it down and put it back in the library?'
'Oh, you most certainly do.'
I twisted in his lap, looping my arms around his neck as I said, 'And will you come with me? On this adventure- and all the rest?'
Rhys leaned forward and kissed me. 'Always.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Sweet cherry wine, so very fine, take it on down, pass it all around.”
“Sweet, cherubic Jesus, this might've been a terrible plan.”
Source: The Spire
“Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.”
Source: Poems
“Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.”
Source: Absence of the Hero
“Sweet confidence is a good cheer.”
“Sweet conversation is good for the heart and
and a good pill for forgetting bitter and wasteful
thoughts; for a moment, it mutes so many bad
thoughts and it keeps the heart calm”
Source: Pills For Heathy Life
“Sweet cream on an ice cream sandwich!”
“Sweet Crescent Moon..." he whispered, his lips barely able to form the word. He began to shiver.
"Up in the sky..." He hummed a few bars of the song, a lullaby that seemed barely familiar. "You sing your song so sweetly... so sweetly... after sunshine passes..."
The last word hovered unspoken as he stopped shuddering and lay still, his blue eyes staring upward like empty marbles.”
Source: Cress
“Sweet darling this is something you must know and never doubt!! You are enough, Only weak people walk away from greatness.”
“Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,
For thou must die.”
Source: The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
“Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky.”
“Sweet death as like sleep, when it calls for a journey on its elated wings of oblivion;an oft and quiet,an escape from these worlds;that convey a harmless comfort with its concord dreams aloft.”
Source: Venus and Crepuscule
“Sweet death, small son, our instrument
Of immortality,
Your cries and hungers document
Our bodily decay.”
Source: Old and New Poems
“Sweet December”