A Sweet Lady Quotes

#1. Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time could imagine
molasses, sweet peas, sweet corn, freshly churned butter.

Linda Leigh Hargrove

#2. And there was this sweet-looking little old lady with her white hair in a bun and everything, the typical grandmother type, and she was swearing her head off. I guess Alzheimer's had brought out her inner sailor.

Vivian Vande Velde

#3. If you must know, I-I had never in my life kissed a young lady, and you are far too beautiful to me to want to get it wrong!

Diana Wynne Jones

#4. Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.

Patrick Rothfuss

#5. Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
I could not count the cost
of all your faces, your moods
that present that I lost.
Sweet girl, my deathbed,
my jewel-fingered lady ...

Anne Sexton

#6. Blade," she murmured with a sweet, ingenuous gaze, sliding her arms around his neck in sensual welcome, "do you promise not to think too badly of me even if I like it?"
A smile curved his lips. "My lady," he replied huskily, "I have every intention of making sure you like it
exceedingly.

Gaelen Foley

#7. The hippie chick giggled the same little giggle of any lady who receives a sweet little spoonful of a woman's favorite drug; flattery.

Jesse from Stilettos and Steel

Jeri Estes

#8. Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.

Gail Carriger

#9. There was dancing to wear your feet down, and there were beautiful boys and girls, and kisses were cheaper than wine but the wine was sweet and the fruit sweeter. And you could still hear the music in your head.

Cassandra Clare

#10. If a man whistles at you, don't turn around. You are a lady not a dog.

Niall Horan

#11. A gut-string classical Spanish guitar, a sweet, lovely little lady. The smell of it. Even now, to open a guitar case, when it's an old wooden guitar, I could crawl in and close the lid.

Keith Richards

#12. He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him ... and fear him.

George R R Martin

#13. Downstairs in the lounge, by the third pillar from the left, there sits an old lady with a sweet, placid, spinsterish face and a mind that has plumbed the depths of human iniquity and taken it all as in the day's work ... where crime is concerned, she's the goods.

Agatha Christie

#14. Oh, and I have to mention one lady who does all of my book covers in cross stitch and frames them. Muriel. She's amazing. I just received one for my latest, Love And Dr Devon, actually. It's very sweet of her to do it.

Alan Titchmarsh

#15. The gentlemen like it when a lady smells sweet.

Bertrice Small

#16. And as if the wink was't crazy enough, now he had the gall to flash that smile of his. It deepened the dimple in his left cheek, the one she'd always thought was sweet enough to launch a thousand lady boners - it'd certainly launched a thousand of her.

Julie Ann Walker

#17. Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd.
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.

Ben Jonson

#18. Alma didn't want Isabel to start singing the praises of their pet, a rescue beagle, or she wouldn't shush until sundown.
"I've found the missing lady," Alma said. "Say welcome home, Betsy Sweet.

Ed Lynskey

#19. Jean-Claude gave a low theatrical bow, never taking his eyes from her. After you, my sweet. A lady should always walk before a gentleman, never behind.

Laurell K. Hamilton

#20. I thought it was a really good contrast to have a really sweet, sincere, church girl sitting next to the church lady who seemed kind of, you know, over the top.

Victoria Jackson

#21. He sat beside me pleasantly and played his sweet music to me, and in the end he foretold things that put drunkenness on my wits.

Lady Augusta Gregory

#22. I believe, my lady, that life is the phantom, and love still more fleeting and elusive - here one minute like a sweet scent you can't quite recognize and gone the next. Best enjoy both while you can.

Dawn Hammill

#23. When she thought of how Lord Northcliff was ruining the life of a poor, sweet, old lady, she wanted to shriek with frustration. She wanted to shake him until he saw sense. She wanted to . . . she wanted to arrange a carriage accident that would finish him off.

Christina Dodd

#24. Again, he thought better of this tactic.
Sweet lady, there are those of us who sleep lying down, and those of us who sleep standing up. I can do both.

Cynthia Hand

#25. Such a sweet letter from Lady Conway ... You remember my telling you about her? Her memory's bad. Can't recognize her relations always and tells them to go away."
"That might be shrewdness really," said Miss Marple, "rather than a loss of memory.

Agatha Christie

#26. I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

#27. You know you are a sweet little heart breaker, foxy lady.

Jimi Hendrix

#28. You think I'm going to ask these sweet 14 year olds to ask their parents to buy a $100 ticket then run around in latex and lip sync? No way.

Lady Gaga

#29. His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.

William Shakespeare

#30. Maybe because I'm a nice and sweet person in life, I like the darker roles. The really dark one is Lady Macbeth.

Anna Netrebko

#31. She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue
The mountain, my lady
She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew,
Mount Eskel, my lady

Shannon Hale