Top 23 My Sweet Darling Quotes
#1. I want to thank you my sweet darling for digging in the mud and picking me up.
Jimi Hendrix
#2. Yes, darling, that is quite a nice frock, but the hankerchief is not only the wrong shade of grey, but quite damnably tied. Let me show you, my sweet.
Georgette Heyer
#3. But I want to give in to it sometimes, only because I'm tired and the feeling that I've had for a while-that something is haunting me down-becomes all consuming and I'm frightened that one morning there will be not enough to keep me going.
Melina Marchetta
#5. Whatever he did it drove you away and into my bed and don't you forget that!
"Tyler" Walkers by Kyra Gates
Kyra Gates
#6. Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet,
Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet,
And golden locks in breezy play,
Half teasing and half tender, to repeat
Her song of May.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
#7. Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,
darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love. And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes.
He closed the door in her face.
William Goldman
#8. Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet
Joni Mitchell
#9. If our inward griefs were written on our brows, how many who are envied now would be pitied. It would seem that they had their deadliest foe in their own breast, and their whole happiness would be reduced to mere seeming.
Pietro Metastasio
#10. So, Lena, darling, tell me, for curiosity's sake. When do you put out?"
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"Jimmy, my love," I said, my voice soft and sweet, "I don't fuck a guy until he has the balls to actually man up and talk to me about his feelings.
Kylie Scott
#11. I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.
Fiona Apple
#12. Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.
William Congreve
#13. What if I agree to call you darling from now on, and you agree to call me Joseph?" Her expression was equal parts disbelief and amusement. "I always call you Joseph." "I know. I just really like the way you say it." She gave him a sidelong look. "Are you talking sweet to me, Joseph?
Sarah M. Eden
#14. My dear sweet girl. You take on so much. You feel things so deeply. But you will be happy, my darling. You will shine.
Cynthia Hand
#15. Ulysses, darling," she whispered, "you don't mind that I'm a round-heeled tart."
"Nonsense. You're my cherry tart. Ripe and oh-so sweet, you naughty girl."
-Angelia Sparrow, Cherry Tart
Naomi Brooks
#16. Darling, whose book is this to be?"
"Ostensibly yours, my sweet"
"I see
rather like my life since I met you?"
"Yes darling
John Wyndham
#17. I laughed. "Resi, darling - " I said, "you have a full life ahead of you." "I have a full life behind me - " she said, "all in those few sweet hours with you.
Kurt Vonnegut
#18. (a man in love speaking)
"I don't notice much of anything anymore but Marie." He laid his hand on his chest. "This force," he said, "it just does with you what it wants to do with you, makes you feel what it wants to make you feel."
"Tango
Kurt Vonnegut
#19. People listen to a leader because of his person-hood, not his position.
Anyaele Sam Chiyson
#20. So young and yet already carrying a great burden on her shoulders. Do not worry, my dear, I will make sure you can protect yourself and others. Because you are our hope ... sweet, darling ... Arima.
Stephanie Beerden
#21. If, then, this civilization is to be saved, if it is not to be submerged by centuries of barbarism, but to secure the treasures ofits inheritance on new and more stable foundations, there is indeed need for those now living fully to realize how far the decay has already progressed.
Johan Huizinga
#22. Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
