Top 100 How Sweet Quotes
#4. How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon!
The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze
His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;
Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' whispering trees;
And birds of morning trim their bustling wings,
And listen fondly
while the Blackbird sings.
Frederick Tennyson
#5. I spent most of my youth hauling sides of beef and pork to my father's shop. Carrying you is far more enjoyable."
"How sweet," Annabelle mumbled sickly, her eyes closed. "Every woman dreams of being told that she's preferable to a dead cow.
Lisa Kleypas
#6. How sweet is rest after fatigue! How sweet will heaven be when our journey is ended.
George Whitefield
#7. Talk of poems and prayers and promises, and things that we believe in. How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care, how long it's been since yesterday.
John Denver
#8. Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
Thomas Hood
#9. It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be ...
Bob Dylan
#10. It's okay if you're intimidated by my overwhelming masculinity. I promise to take good care of you."
"How sweet of you. But let's be honest. I'd ruin you for other women, and I'm just too nice to do that to an adorable thing like you.
Katee Robert
#11. How sweet it is to learn the Savior's love when nobody else loves us! When friends flee, what a blessed thing it is to see that the Savior does not forsake us but still keeps us and holds us fast and clings to us and will not let us go!
Charles Spurgeon
#12. How sweet it is to let God purge our souls of ego and bitterness, and to have a little taste of heaven here on earth.
Marilyn Nelson
#13. How sweet the remembrance that inexhaustible mercy is waiting to be gracious to us, to restore our backslidings, and make our broken bones rejoice!
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#14. 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.
Queen Latifah
#15. Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.
Moffat Machingura
#16. Mine would be, "We will stand together, he and I. One in victory, one in shame. Only then can I truly own the power of Halla. How sweet the moment of revelation will be, when he learns that he handed it to me." -SD the Pilgrims of Rayne
D.J. MacHale
#17. O how sweet it is to enjoy life, Living in honesty and strength! And wisdom is sweet, And freedom.
Gautama Buddha
#19. How Sweet the name of Jesus ... the rock on which I build, my shield and hiding place, my never failing treasury, filled with boundless stores of grace.
John Newton
#20. How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.
Lord Byron
#21. Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.
Frank Gifford
#22. I don't care how handsome or fabulous or funny the groom is, or how sweet and accommodating the bride, or vice versa. Marriage is hard.
Jenna McCarthy
#23. How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.
Thomas A Kempis
#24. How happy the lover,
How easy his chain,
How pleasing his pain,
How sweet to discover
He sighs not in vain.
John Dryden
#25. I desire now to make no more pleas with Christ; verily, he hath not put me to a loss by what I suffer; he oweth me nothing; for in my bonds, how sweet and comfortable have the thoughts of him been to me, wherein I find a sufficient recompense of reward!.
Samuel Rutherford
#26. Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Edmund Waller
#27. How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.
Anne Rice
#29. And how sweet that would have been: the two of them back by the milk shed, squatting by the churn, smashing cold, lumpy butter into their faces with not a care in the world.
Toni Morrison
#30. You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat
You'd have to be a man to know
How good that feels, how sweet
Leonard Cohen
#31. When you see such photos, you can't help but wonder at just how sweet and sad and innocent all moments of life are rendered by the tripping of a camera's shutter, for at that point the future is still unknown and has yet to hurt us, and also for that brief moment, our poses are accepted as honest.
Douglas Coupland
#32. When the enemy is awake and around, don't ever shut your eyes even for a single second no matter how sweet and tempting the sleep.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#33. How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.
Ocean Vuong
#34. I'll plant and water, sow and weed, Till not an inch of earth shows brown, And take a vow of each small seed To grow to greenness and renown: And then some day you'll pass my way, See gold and crimson, bell and star, And catch my garden's soul, and say: "How sweet these cottage gardens are!"
E. Nesbit
#35. How sweet, the presence of Jesus to the longing, harassed soul! It is instant peace, and balm to every wound.
Elizabeth Ann Seton
#36. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank
Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony
William Shakespeare
#37. How sweet it was to be scolded by such a tiny.
Margo Lanagan
#38. Oh how sweet to work for God all day, and then lie down at night beneath His smile.
Robert M
#39. How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy! Wholesome as air and genial as the light, Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers, It transmutes aliens into trusting friends, And gives its owner passport round the globe.
James Thomas Fields
#40. In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.
Rumi
#42. Half the pleasure of solitude comes from having with us some friend to whom we can say how sweet solitude is.
William Jay
#43. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross!
John Vianney
#44. Enjoy how sweet, how thoughtful, how kind I'm being on your birthday. Because tomorrow it's back to the same old crap.
Melvin Helitzer
#45. How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad.
How sweet is yesterday's noise
Charles Wright
#46. No matter how sweet is smells, if you know it will give you a discomfort later, don't even attempt to taste it. Discipline yourself to stay out of sin!
Israelmore Ayivor
#47. I didn't know what grace was, but maybe it sounded like the music. Maybe that was what I was feeling. How sweet the sound. And it was sweet, impossibly so. How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
Amy Harmon
#48. How sweet is that? I know I'm no boy expert, but I have heard entire lectures on reading body language, and I have to say that assuming that a person will have forgotten your name is way high on my "indicators of humbleness" list (not that I have one, but I totally have a starting point now).
Ally Carter
#49. Everything seems to me to pass so quickly that we must concentrate on how to die rather than on how to live. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross with Christ.
Teresa Of Avila
#50. I've found that God often lets us taste how sweet he is in our most bitter moments.
Andy Mineo
#51. By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
Reginald Heber
#52. Be kind to everyone - you don't know what cross they're bearing and how sweet that kind word might ring.
Ann B. Ross
#53. Basically, everyone thinks
knows
how sweet I am.
Emma, you threw my sister through hurricane-proof glass.
Anna Banks
#54. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
John Newton
#55. Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
Pierre Corneille
#56. What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
William Cowper
#57. A mother's love - how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? - A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.
James Montgomery
#58. O God, enlarge love in me, so I may learn to taste with my whole heart how sweet it is to love, to be dissolved, and to swim in love.
James Watkins
#59. Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!
Emile M. Cioran
#60. How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.
Euripides
#61. Withdraw yourself from people and spend at least an quarter of an hour, or a half-hour, in some church in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. Taste and see how sweet is the Lord, and you will learn from your own experience how many graces this will bring you.
Alfonso Maria De Liguori
#62. How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.
James Beattie
#63. I want to stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you.
Marvin Gaye
#64. Ah! How sweet coffee tastes! Lovelier than a thousand kisses, sweeter far than muscatel wine!
Johann Sebastian Bach
#65. War I abhor, and yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul.
Seneca The Younger
#66. Tomorrow! How sweet its prospects for a drunkard the night before. There is no better word. Before the earth hurls itself into sunshine, nothing is not possible.
Mary Karr
#67. when you love someone, their differences fall away. I don't look at him and see anything but him, and how sweet he is.
Stacey Wallace Benefiel
#68. When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
Anna Letitia Barbauld
#69. She's right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can't help but think she's exactly what I need: a challenge. And how sweet her submission would be, because I'd really earned it.
Lisa Renee Jones
#71. No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
Bram Stoker
#72. Once the music starts he goes right into the Jimmy-verse, banging against his washboard and letting it all hang out in a piercing falsetto that's surprisingly on key. The thing is, he doesn't sing "I Shot the Sheriff." He sings only one phrase: "How sweet it is!
Ned Vizzini
#73. You mustn't let men drive you to mangling the English language, no matter how sweet they are.
Marisa De Los Santos
#74. I rose up on my toes and brushed my lips to his. "No one in the world would believe how sweet you are."
He ran his finger along my jaw. "That should stay between us.
Lisa Kessler
#75. Amazing grace how sweet thuh sound That saved a wretch like me; I once was lost but now I'm found, Was blind, but now I see. A-men." Jem
Harper Lee
#76. His thumb caressed the scarlet surface of her cheek. "From now on, Hannah, no matter what you say or do, I'm going to look at your mouth and remember how sweet you taste." A self-mocking smile curved his lips as he added quietly, "Damn it.
Lisa Kleypas
#77. Books! tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.
William Wordsworth
#79. Oh!" cried the young man. "A little deaf child! How sweet! We should adopt her and teach her to write symphonies. She'll be all the rage in town. I'll buy her a powdered wig and a tricorne!
Catherynne M Valente
#80. Harvester's heart soared. Reaver had offered to castrate an archangel for her. How sweet was that?
Larissa Ione
#81. How sweet to move at summer's eve
By Clyde's meandering stream,
When Sol in joy is seen to leave
The earth with crimson beam;
When islands that wandered far
Above his sea couch lie,
And here and there some gem-like star
Re-opes its sparkling eye.
Andrew Park
#82. Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?
Marvin Gaye
#83. How sweet Japanese woman is! All the possibilities of the race for goodness seem to be concentrated in her.
Lafcadio Hearn
#84. How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!
William Blake
#85. How sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue! It makes him very proud To be a little cloud.
A.A. Milne
#86. Amazing grace! how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now i see.
John Newton
#87. This is a donut. It is very sweet, and very good. But if you've never tasted a donut, you wouldn't really know how sweet and how good a donut is ... meditation is like that. Transcendental Meditation gives an experience much sweeter than the sweetness of this donut.
David Lynch
#89. What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!
John Muir
#90. In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be;
Where all the noises, that on peace intrude,
Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee,
Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.
John Clare
#91. How sweet all at once it was for me to be rid of those fruitless joys which I had once feared to lose..! You drove them from me, you who are the true, the sovereign joy. You drove them from me and took their place ... O Lord my God, my Light, my Wealth, and my Salvation.
Augustine Of Hippo
#92. In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet ...
William Wordsworth
#93. How sweet is mortal Sovranty!" - think some: Others - "How blest the Paradise to come!" Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest; Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!
Omar Khayyam
#94. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them
in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
[From the preface.]
Kurt Vonnegut
#95. All right, so call me Miss Cliche of 1960, but the thing about the married ones that always spooks me is how sweet and attentive they are at first, when they're on the prowl.
S.J Perelman
#96. Can we have breakfast now? No matter how sweet it is, a man can't live on pussy alone.
Rene Webb
#97. I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss
Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss,
Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin;
Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
#98. How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a short time.
Sophocles
#99. How sweet is life, can we but choose with whom to live it: to live for oneself is no life.
Menander
#100. We were sweet, lovely people who wanted to throw out all the staid institutions who placed money and wars above all else. When you're young you think that's how life works.
Margot Kidder
