Sweetness Quotes

“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
― Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
― Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

“Every universe I’ve created lately, your face keeps popping up in it.”
― Adam Silvera, History Is All You Left Me

“It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.”
― Robert Goolrick, The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life

“She had a flower tattoo on her wrist; "What does that mean?" he asked her. "Absolutely nothing," she said, "it's just a flower.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or "sweetness.”
― Marion Woodman

“Ich wollte meine Augen öffnen, um Gideon ein letztes Mal anzusehen, aber ich schaffte es nicht.
"Ich liebe dich, Gwenny, bitte verlass mich nicht", sagte Gideon, und das war das letzte, was ich hörte, bevor ich von einem großen Nichts verschluckt wurde.”
― Kerstin Gier, Smaragdgrün

“Looking at you has been my favorite pastime from the moment you asked me to describe your face," he said solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.”
― Judith McNaught, Until You

“Everyone carries an atmosphere about him. It may be healthful and invigorating, or it may be unwholesome and depressing. It may make a little spot of the world a sweeter, better, safer place to live in; or it may make it harder for those to live worthily and beautifully who dwell within its circle.”
― J.R. Miller

“As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious
and full of detail: it wants to polish itself; it
wants to love another body; it is the only vessel in
the world that can hold, in a mix of power and
sweetness: words, song, gesture, passion, ideas,
ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity, and virtue.”
― Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems

“Ah, how many Marahs have been sweetened by a simple, satisfying glimpse of the Tree and the Love which underwent its worst confict there. Yes, the Cross is the tree that sweetens the waters. 'Love never faileth.”
― Jim Elliot

“We love with all our heart but we also keep our heart light and pliable. It has space. It breathes. It waits on life to give instructions. It sings with sweetness when the winds are soft and warm. It stands with calm patience when the storm is brewing. It lets go when endings have left their irrefutable mark. It moves. It heals. It hopes.”
― Donna Goddard

“Connecting our hearts through love yields a nectar so sweet we are forever full.”
― Amy Leigh Mercree

“If my hands grip hard enough, they could brand his body. If I kiss him gently, his heart could know I’m his. And if I love him long enough, his head could tell him to stay.

But deep down, I know he won’t.”
― Eden Finley, Fandom

“Go light, light, light, said the pastry chef. Not too hard, the touch. So I simmered the fruit with sugar. Eased together a batter, barely stirring. The shortcakes came whispering from the oven, pale mounds, uncompromised. I slipped fingers into their heat. Outside the grass was scant and dead and below my pane of mountain sky, smog clung to the lowlands like scum on stock, one unending gray season. But on my tongue it was summer and it was spring and seasons flourished and vines ran high. Butter and fruit: my mouth an orchard in the sun.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“Virtue is the sweet flavor of the peach; vice, the tiny droplet of prussic acid - its delicious savor. Life, without either, would be vapid.”
― Oscar Wilde, Teleny or the Reverse of the Medal

“I'm glad that you have become the one to paint my universe in color. Not that my vision was ever drained and lifeless, but your spirit infuses it with a touch of glory and sweetness.”
― Diyahwho

“She looked and stroked the welt, smiling: a squirrel's teeth, sharp, sweet, dangerous.”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, The Dragon: Fifteen Stories

“Where the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves kicked up by the horses' hoofs fills my soul with delight. I particularly love that smell, — it brings before me the entire benevolence of Nature, for ever working death and decay, so piteous in themselves, into the means of fresh life and glory, and sending up sweet odours as she works.”
― Elizabeth von Arnim, Elizabeth and Her German Garden

“Ne znam zašto se kaže
najslađe za kraj kada je
more slano, vino kiselo,
a ti ljuta.”
― Djura Kelj, Mir More Ljubav

“When I was a child, I associated my parents with individual flavors. It was the same way you might filter someone through a prism of color--- thinking of some people in blues, other people in reds--- but instead of color, the sensation I latched on to was flavor. My mother's flavors were always those of the desserts she made--- suave caramels and milk chocolates and the delicate, utterly feminine accents of crystallized violets or buttery almonds. But my father's flavors--- my father's flavors were something else altogether. They were subtle and elusive and melted on the tongue only to vanish before you could place them. Dark, adult flavors, and slightly bitter: veal carpaccio. silvery artichokes. And, most of all, mushrooms: chanterelles, chicken of the woods, and--- my father's favorite mushroom of all--- trumpets of death.”
― Charlotte Silver, Charlotte Au Chocolat: Memories of a Restaurant Girlhood

“So, if this were one of your books, who would we be?’ ‘That depends,’ I said. ‘What kind of book is it? A romance? Mystery? Fairy tale?’ ‘Fairy tale,’ Brett said very seriously. ‘I’m guessing you want to be the prince?’ ‘Only if you’re the princess.”
― Alex Light, The Upside of Falling

“Pru and I had tried to make the Honey Surprise a hundred times at home, until we'd perfected the art of French toast and the perfect golden-crisp pancake, but nothing prepared me for the fluffiness, the buttery sweetness, the crispy crunch of my first bite.
It was so good, I moaned.
Anders choked on a fry, and chased it with the rest of his tea. By the wrinkle of disgust on his face, the combination tasted terrible. "Can you not?" he whispered to me, coughing.
"Have you tasted this? It's delicious. You should have what I'm having."
"I don't eat sweet things."
"You're missing out. What do they put in this stuff? It's so good."
"Butter, flour, and love, or so the sign says," he replied, motioning to the slogan painted on the back wall of the restaurant.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“Maybe at the end of our lives we get a Ferris-Wheel vantage of the whole tapestry, the quilt laid flat, answering for its complexity. At the beginning we’re handed frayed and stained flowery bed sheets, a scrap of polka-dots, a snatch of strawberry print. Tattered as they are, there’s some sustaining sweetness in there.

The oldest pioneer quilts conceal bits of paper batting between their threadbare layers: postcards, recipes, clipped snippets of newspaper poetry. Every spare material had a part to play, fragments of experience and feeling arranged in a repeating pattern, little sewn sound bytes spinning ordered fractals.”
― Robin Brown, Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir

“The man I’d secretly been pinning over for years was tenderly cradling me in his arms, and I was cosplaying as a trash panda.”
― Elizabeth Knight, Yes Now Yes Forever

“Wield forth your nerves of steel,
With your heart soaked in honey.
Wield forth your vision valiant,
With your feet grounded in humility.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Iman Insaniyat, Mazhab Muhabbat: Pani, Agua, Water, It's All One

“No nature could be less suspicious than hers. When she was a child, she believed in the gratitude of wasps and the honourable susceptibility of sparrows and she was proportionately indignant when their baseness was made manifest.”
― George Eliot