“The bright bite in Mary Lee Kortes' voice [has] the high-mountain sunshine of Dolly Parton, with a sweet-iron undercoat of Chrissie Hynde.” VoiceSweetMountainSunshineIronBitesMary Author:David Fricke
“When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth.” WantHandsMy OwnKnowingSweetMountainKissingMouthsCloudsBonesDesertLifts Author:Hafez
“Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.” KnowsWellsNamesHalfSweetFameMountainStormBrake Book:Idylls of the King Source: Idylls of the King
“There are times you can't really see or even feel how sweet life can be. Hopefully its mountains will be higher than its valleys are deep. I know things that are broken can be fixed. Take the punch if you have to, hit the canvas and then get up again. Life is worth it.” IfsKnowsLifeFeelsLife IsSweetBrokenHigherMountainGet UpHopefullyFixedHardshipValleysCanvasWorth ItSweet Life Author:Queen Latifah
“And who will join this standing up and the ones who stood without sweet company will sing and sing back into the mountains and if necessary even under the sea: we are the ones we have been waiting for.” IfsHas BeensWaitingCompanySeaSweetMountainStanding Book:Affirmative Acts: Political Essays Source: Affirmative Acts: Political Essays
“We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.” SaidMomentsNextLeftSidesMemoriesSweetQuietMountainAngelMarkDisappearWhitenessQuiet MomentsSnowfall Author:Richelle Mead
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--- No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever---or else swoon in death.” FeelsHumansArtStillsEarthMovingNightFallStarsWaterTakenSweetPureMountainEternalFairsTasksBreathsPatientRoundsSnowFallenAwakeBreastsMaskShoreHungLoneGazingUnrestUnchangeableSplendourMoorsRipeningBright StarRound EarthMoving Water Author:John Keats
“Standing Here My entire world far beneath my feet, I should be filled with pride. Instead, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of defeat. Suddenly it comes to me, toes tempted to test the ledge, that there is a way out of this. Clam surety flows through my veins, and as I turn to wave good-bye, I wonder if it will hurt or if a single person will cry at my funeral. I take a deep breath, a final taste of sweet mountain air. I conjure Leona, Emily. Move my feet closer. Closer There's Grandma One, Grandma Two, and their spouses, waiting for me. I see Dad. Cara. Mommy. I screw up my courage, step over” IfsWorldWayFeelsShouldPersonsTwoMovingTurnsWaitingHurtWonderStepsAirFeetCrySweetPrideDadTasteMountainStandingFlowTestsBreathsFilledFinalsDefeatWaveFuneralToesSpouseScrewsVeinsOverwhelmedTemptedGrandmaByeGood ByeSingle PersonDeep BreathEmilyScrew UpsTake A Deep BreathLedgesClamsMountain Air Author:Ellen Hopkins
“Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!” IfsWayWellsBookPlayLightLastsSpiritWalksHealingClearSweetMountainPaperMy FriendsShiningOilCellsBurningMy WayTortureShedToilMidnightCavesPapersMoonlightDewMeadowsDensMountain Top Author:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Finn always called it Enna's Stream. He tended to refer to most anything as belonging to her--Enna's Meadow, Enna's Mountain. When he referred to Yasid as Enna's Kingdom, she said, "Isn't that your heart?" Finn smiled and kissed her hand. Isi rolled her eyes. "Oh you two are impossible." Enna laughed. "This coming from the girl who calls her husband 'sweet little bunny boy'?" Isi blushed. "That was just once.” HeartLittlesSaidTwoHandsEyeGirlBoysImpossibleSweetHusbandMountainKingdomsStreamsBelongingLaughedHer EyesMeadowsBunnies Author:Shannon Hale