S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Sweet December
Wishing you a month filled with family, fellowship, festivities and food.”
“Sweet, deep, racy talk late at night with a man you're comfortable with and wildly attracted to is like having a living, breathing diary.”
“Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights.
[Sweet discourse makes short days and nights.]”
Source: The Complete Works of George Herbert: And The Satires and Psalms of Bishop Hall
“Sweet dreams are made of sweat-n-dare. Sweat makes it sweet, dare brings it true.”
Source: World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets
“Sweet dreams are made on a bed of roses and a pillow of love.”
“Sweet dreams, baby,” he whispered into my
hair, his arm giving me a squeeze. “See you on
the other side.”
“You too, Captain,” I whispered...'
Lauren and Tate, in Sweet Dreams”
“Sweet dreams, my filthy little darling.”
Source: Throne of the Fallen
“Sweet dreams though the guns are booming.”
“Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-imbroider'd vale
Where the love-lorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well:
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likest thy Narcissus are?”
Source: The Complete Poems
“Sweet Elephant of the Morning by Stewart Stafford
O sweet elephant of the morning,
What loud noise you make,
With your leaden feet,
And trumpet voice.
You spray water,
On your thick, dusty skin,
And on anyone in proximity,
To your body.
Your trunk is a grey, reaching arm,
And your tusks resemble curved lances,
Or elongated walrus teeth,
To fight off rivals.
© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
“Sweet Evelyn, I think, I should have loved you better.
Possessing perfect knowledge I hover above him as he hacks me to bits. I see his rough childhood. I see his mother doing something horrid to him with a broomstick. I see the hate in his heart and the people he had yet to kill before pneumonia gets him at eighty-three. I see the dead kid's mom unable to sleep, pounding her fists against her face in grief at the moment I was burying her son's hand. I see the pain I've caused. I see the man I could have been, and the man I was, and then everything is bright and new and keen with love and I sweep through Sam's body, trying to change him, trying so hard, and feeling only hate and hate, solid as stone.”
Source: CivilWarLand in Bad Decline
“Sweet exists by convention, bitter by convention, color by convention; but in reality atoms and the void alone exist”
“Sweet fellowship is the fruit of friendship.”
“Sweet flower, thou tellest how hearts as pure and tender as thy leaf, as low and humble as thy stem, will surely know the joy that peace imparts.”
Source: The Columbian lyre: or, Specimens of transatlantic poetry
“Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore
“Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.”
Source: King Richard III: Third Series
“Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.”
Source: The Defence of Poesy
“Sweet for a little even to fear, and sweet,
O love, to lay down fear at love’s fair feet;
Shall not some fiery memory of his breath
Lie sweet on lips that touch the lips of death?
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free;
Love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Love where thou wilt, and live thy life; and I,
One thing I can, and one love cannot—die.
Pass from me; yet thine arms, thine eyes, thine hair,
Feed my desire and deaden my despair.
Yet once more ere time change us, ere my cheek
Whiten, ere hope be dumb or sorrow speak,
Yet once more ere thou hate me, one full kiss;
Keep other hours for others, save me this.
Yea, and I will not (if it please thee) weep,
Lest thou be sad; I will but sigh, and sleep.
Sweet, does death hurt? thou canst not do me wrong:
I shall not lack thee, as I loved thee, long.
Hast thou not given me above all that live
Joy, and a little sorrow shalt not give?
What even though fairer fingers of strange girls
Pass nestling through thy beautiful boy’s curls
As mine did, or those curled lithe lips of thine
Meet theirs as these, all theirs come after mine;
And though I were not, though I be not, best,
I have loved and love thee more than all the rest.
O love, O lover, loose or hold me fast,
I had thee first, whoever have thee last;
Fairer or not, what need I know, what care?
To thy fair bud my blossom once seemed fair.
Why am I fair at all before thee, why
At all desired? seeing thou art fair, not I.
I shall be glad of thee, O fairest head,
Alive, alone, without thee, with thee, dead;
I shall remember while the light lives yet,
And in the night-time I shall not forget.
Though (as thou wilt) thou leave me ere life leave,
I will not, for thy love I will not, grieve;
Not as they use who love not more than I,
Who love not as I love thee though I die;
And though thy lips, once mine, be oftener prest
To many another brow and balmier breast,
And sweeter arms, or sweeter to thy mind,
Lull thee or lure, more fond thou wilt not find.”
Source: Poems and Ballads
“Sweet forgiveness!!”
“Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.”
“Sweet Genius'' viewers will be on the edge of their seats as we continue to push the limits with inspirations and ingredients, while showcasing the talents of some of the best pastry chefs around. As a result, the desserts that the chefs create are truly outrageous.”
“Sweet girl, dry your tears. I’ve got a plan.”
Source: Wings Against The Wind
“Sweet girl, if I told you everything, life would lose all mystery.”
Source: Alpha & Omega
“sweet girl,
it wasn’t that you weren’t enough,
it’s your energy… it asks
others to rise up, and not everyone
is willing to go where they
would grow”
“Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an hour
or two.
This is your fairy.
It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed.
It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love.
Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go.
Be someone’s someone for someone.
Be that someone for him.”
“Sweet Goddess! she thought suddenly. I have never even spoken to him. I know nothing about the man, nothing at all.
What if he tries to get me into some sordid little room and force himself on me, like an animal? How will I fight him off? All alone, not able to cry for help?
No, it will not be like that, it could not be. I would have known if he were that kind of man, and felt repelled. He could not sing and write such beautiful verses, and look so fine if he were not the man I want him to be. Yes, when we meet, it will be as it is in his songs. He will obey, do exactly what I tell him and no more. Oh, I have hoped so long for this. Goddess of Love, let it be beautiful.”
Source: All Things Are Lights
“Sweet Grace amazes me
The way that she can see
Beyond the man I am
To the man that I could be
She's bringing out my best
While she covers all the rest
Some say her love is blind
But I say her love forgets
She don't like it when I try so hard to impress her
‘Cause when I do that, it's a lie that makes her love look the lesser
The truth is I know
I'll never be, I'll never be good enough
I'll never deserve her love
I'll never be, I'll never be good enough for Grace
But she takes me anyway
I am the cheatin' kind
But she's changing my mind
The way she takes me back
Though I fail her every time
She's got friends who tell her that she
Is much too good for me
Well, I've told her that myself
But she refuses to leave
I'd like to think my strength won her affection
But the truth is it was my weakness that caught her attention
I'm grateful to know
When my tears fall down like rain
She wipes them from my face
She tells me that I'm lovely
And if I am, it's all because of Grace
This love turns my inside out
And my world upside down
Grace is changing me”
“Sweet harmonious sounds give exquisite joy to human beings capable of appreciating music. I delight in hearing harmonious tones made by the human voice, by musical instruments, and by both combined.”
“Sweet head, give you sweet head.”
“Sweet Honey of Dagda, now I was babbling.”
Source: The Iron Druid Chronicles 6-Book Bundle: Hounded, Hexed, Hammered, Tricked, Trapped, Hunted
“Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.”
Source: Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
“Sweet images had filled her dreams that she couldn't have put to words. Everything looked different now. She was more aware than ever of how small her spark of life was in the darkness of the world. But she was also more aware that it only took one spark to dispel the darkness.”
Source: Shadowed Loyalty
“Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.”
Source: The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts
“Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.”
Source: Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books
“Sweet is a grief well ended.”
Source: Agamemnon in Plain and Simple English (Translated)
“Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.”
“Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.”
“Sweet is highly overrated, becomes a Bitter”
“Sweet is highly overrated." So is responsible, loyal, and every other adjective you'd find scrawled in my yearbook.”
Source: Nerve
“Sweet is my surrender
Most mornings
To being less than others
To my joy of being sad
- how many things I lost
and how many things I don't have -
To my strength in finding beauty
Even where there is none”
Source: The Joy of Missing Out
“Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.”
Source: DON JUAN
“Sweet is pleasure after pain.”
“Sweet is revenge-especially to women.”
“Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.”
“Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,/ The bee's collected treasure sweet,/ Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet/ The still small voice of gratitude.”
“Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found
Like David's harp of solemn sound.”
Source: An Arrangement of the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts
“Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest.”
Source: The Christian year ... By John Keble. Thirty-seventh edition
“Sweet is the lore which nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things—
We murder to dissect.”
Source: Lyrical Ballads
“Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up these barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.”
“Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.”