Don't you want to kiss me?' she asks. She smiles just a little, a hopeful, sweet smile, but buried in it is that confidence that slays me.
It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart scent that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds shaped like true-love hearts.
Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.
You don’t understand; this girl’s different. She’s beautiful, kind, giving, sweet, strong, stubborn, and quite a smart ass.” Connor Black's thoughts on Ellery Lane
Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm....
Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
Si todos los rios son dulces de donde saca sal el mar? If all rivers are sweet where does the sea get its salt?
Pink, You are gentle and sweet just like this rose. When your rose pink lips smiled at me that first time I remembered how to smile. ~Riley
When it comes to raising civilized kids there are no hard rules, but there are two things on which most parents agree: Boys are generally wilder than girls, and adolescents are wilder than kids of any other age. If you've got an adolescent boy, you'r...
There's a reason why anger, fear, and hatred are paths to the dark side: they all spring from a single source - the same source as a certain flavor of love. A dangerously sweet, addictive flavor.
If it is the mark of the artist to love art before everything, to renounce everything for its sake, to think all the sweet human things of life well lost if only he may attain something, do some good, great work - then I was never an artist.
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
And we were kissing like drowning people breathe-- like suddenly we'd discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.
A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony, and there are no red-headed clients to vex us with their conundrums.
The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.
It is a bitter-sweet thing, knowing two cultures. Once you leave your birthplace nothing is ever the same.
Mummy’s coming home late tonight. It’ll be just we guys, so we can get drunk and watch porn.
The Cinderella story in reverse. I only wish there were ashes in the fireplace so I could order you to sweep them out.
If you were a sane woman, I would, of course, behave in a more rational fashion. Since you are a lunatic, however, this is the only way.
We’re all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve had to work harder than most.
