Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
But when women are moved and lend help when women who are by nature calm and controlled give encouragement and applause when virtuous and knowledgeable women grace the endeavor with their sweet love then it is invincible.
Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold clear night made brilliant by a glorious star the smell of incense shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby the incarnation of perfect love.
Because parents have power over children. They feel they have to do what their parents say. But the love of money is the root of all evil. And this is a sweet child. And to see him turn like this this isn't him. This is not him.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
When you love a man he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand and his outline recedes vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world the atmosphere the blue sky and the blue water.
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.
Life is one grand sweet song so start the music.
And now this is the sweetest and most glorious day that ever my eyes did see.
I love a girl with a sense of humor. Someone who can make me laugh and that I can get along with and talk with and who is just sweet overall inside and out.
But because it was able to balance that kind of humor with a sweet story and characters you really rooted for and also got across the girls' point of view I've heard nothing but great things from younger and older females as well.
My sweetest hope is to lose hope.
I have this extraordinary life during the day and then I get to come home to my sweet husband who loves to cook with me. I have a nice glass of wine he has some scotch we chat we cook and we hang out with the dog. I have an absolute dream life.
Any old place I can hang my hat is home sweet home to me.
Alaska is what happens when Willy Wonka and the witch from Hansel and Gretel elope buy a place together upstate renounce their sweet teeth and turn into health fanatics.
When the honour is given to that scientist personally the happiness is sweet indeed. Science is on the whole an informal activity a life of shirt sleeves and coffee served in beakers.
It was as if all of the happiness all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring bittersweet tones and flowed away becoming temporal and transitory once more.