“Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.” TwoFacesGraceFourSweetTenFairsShiningWitGoddessCharmingMuseAdoreVenusStellaCyprus Author:Callimachus
“Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, - these are love's pretty ingredients for a kiss.” TwoSoulFourSweetPureKissingLipsAffectionIngredientsPure Soul Author:Christian Nestell Bovee
“Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.” WorldMindStillsSoulMovingCoursesPerfectTeachFourPlanetsSweetElementsInfiniteFruitArchitectureWanderBlissBreastsFacultyClimbingSpheresSoleCrownsRestlessWondrousFramedFelicityFruitionAlways MovingFour Elements Author:Christopher Marlowe
“My father was a writer, so I grew up writing and reading and I was really encouraged by him. I had some sort of gift and when it came time to try to find a publisher I had a little bit of an "in" because I had his agent I could turn to, to at least read my initial offerings when I was about 20. But the only problem was that they were just awful, they were just terrible stories and my agent, who ended up being my agent, was very, very sweet about it, but it took about four years until I actually had something worth trying to sell.” WritingTryingYearsLittlesStoriesProblemTurnsReadingFatherBitsFourSweetGrewTerribleLittle BitGrew UpSellsAwfulAgentsFour YearsOfferingPublishersInitialsWriting And ReadingVery Sweet Author:Anne Lamott
“In my mind, I gave the woman gifts. I gave her a candle stub. I gave her a box of wooden kitchen matches. I gave her a cake of Lifebuoy soap. I gave her a ceilingful of glow-in-the-dark planets. I gave her a bald baby doll. I gave her a ripe fig, sweet as new wood, and a milkdrop from its stem. I gave her a peppermint puff. I gave her a bouquet of four roses. I gave her fat earthworms for her grave. I gave her a fish from Roebuck Lake, a vial of my sweat for it to swim in.” MindDarkFourPlanetsSweetBabyRoseFishesBoxesWoodsGravesFatsKitchenLakesSwimCakeSweatCandleStemSoapDollsRipePuffFigsBouquetsPeppermintGlow In The Dark Book:Music of the Swamp Source: Music of the Swamp
“You cannot know, should I discribe to you; the feelings of a parent . . . . Four years have already past away since you left your native land, and this rural Cottage-Humble indeed, when compared to the Palaces you have visited, and the pomp you have been witness to. But I dare say you have not been so inattentive an observer, as to suppose that Sweet peace, and contentment, cannot inhabit the lowly roof, and bless the tranquil inhabitants, equally guarded and protected, in person and property, in this happy Country, as those who reside in the most elegant and costly dwellings.” KnowsShouldYearsPersonsHas BeensCountryFeelingsPastLeftParentFamilyFourLandSweetPropertyDareHumbleWitnessNativeContentmentBlessFour YearsProtectedShould IRoofElegantObserversPalacesDwellingTranquilGuardedCottagesNative LandPast Away Book:Abigail Adams: Letters Source: Abigail Adams: Letters
“Nobody had ever told me junk food was bad for me. Four years of medical school, and four years of internship and residency, and I never thought anything was wrong with eating sweet rolls and doughnuts, and potatoes, and bread, and sweets.” YearsSchoolFourSweetEatingMedicalBreadFour YearsPotatoesJunkJunk FoodDoughnutMedical SchoolInternshipsResidency Author:Robert Atkins
“Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.” WritingHeartKindFacesNamesSimpleSawsFourTreeSweetWallCallingKissingDiedBridgesCrushWheelsVehicleAcheHurtfulWagonsGiggleHayChalkRolls Royce Author:Stephen King
“When my parents were liberated, four years before I was born, they found that the ordinary world outside the camp had been eradicated. There was no more simple meal, no thing was less than extraordinary: a fork, a mattress, a clean shirt, a book. Not to mention such things that can make one weep: an orange, meat and vegetables, hot water. There was no ordinariness to return to, no refuge from the blinding potency of things, an apple screaming its sweet juice.” WorldYearsBookFoundParentWaterBornSimpleFourSweetReturnGratitudeOrdinaryHotCleanExtraordinaryMeatShirtsMealsApplesCampsVegetablesFour YearsRefugeOrangeJuiceLiberatedForksFugitivePotencyHot WaterMattressesOrdinarinessOrdinary World Author:Anne Michaels
“Hold everything. I missed a four-way chick fight. Then I find out someone's been nibbling." William's attention shifted to Olivia, who was still lying on the floor. "Please tell me our sweet little angel is the biter. It'll make me want her ever so much more.” WayWantLittlesStillsLyingFightingAttentionFourSweetPleaseAngelChicksOliviaNibblingLying On The FloorLittle Angel Book:The Darkest Passion Source: The Darkest Passion
“Who is he when he isn't Dauntless, isn't an instructor, isn't Four, isn't anything in particular? Whoever he is, I like him. It's easier to admit that to myself now, in the dark, after all that just happened. He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.” KnowsNeedsKindStrongDarkFourHappenedParticularSweetEasierSmartBraveSavedTreatedGentleInstructorsDauntlessI Like Him Author:Veronica Roth