Top 100 Quotes About Dear
#1. Dear master, I think it would be better for each of us to watch ourself. To look after oneself means to look after both of us. That way I am sure we will avoid any accidents and will earn enough to eat.' " The Buddha said: "The child spoke correctly.
Thich Nhat Hanh
#2. I love you when you're happy.
I love you when you're sad.
I love you if you're angry,
And I love you if you're bad.
No matter how you feel,
I love you all the time.
Oh my sweet, dear baby,
I love you all the time.
Carla J. Hanna
#3. Dear, never forget one little point. It's my business. You just work here.
Elizabeth Arden
#4. I never ride horseback now because my sympathy with the under-dog is too keen. After we have a gone a few blocks, I always dismount and say to the horse: 'We'll walk it together, old dear.
Marie Dressler
#5. Dear young people, put your talents at the service of the Gospel, with creativity and boundless charity.
Pope Francis
#6. Dear Posterity, If you have not become more just, more peaceful, and in general more sensible ... then may the Devil take you!
Albert Einstein
#7. Concealment, my dear Maria, is the foe of tranquility: however I may err in future, I will never be disingenuous in acknowledging my errors. To
Fanny Burney
#8. But, my dear, it's just the fugitiveness of mortal caring that makes it so exquisite! It's because we know we can't hold fast to it, or to each other, or to anything...
Edith Wharton
#9. Are you telling me that sweet little woman who was in my office this afternoon writes porn?" Sean winced. "Dear god, don't call it porn." Grace
Lexi Blake
#11. Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough.
Garrison Keillor
#12. You forsake all that you hold dear,
for a dream that is not your own;
you would rather live a lie
than live your life alone
Lang Leav
#13. Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
Wallace Stevens
#14. Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#15. Please understand nearly every concept I hold near and dear has been stolen from others much brighter and better than me.
Dan John
#16. This is not good. This is not right. My feet stick out of bed all night. And when I pull them in, oh dear! My head sticks out of bed out here!
Dr. Seuss
#17. If they gave me a fortune, My treasure would be small: I could lose it all tomorrow And never mind at all. But if I should lose your love, dear, I don't know what I'd do, For I know I'll never find another you.
Tom Springfield
#18. He's a man, dear," Amelia explained kindly. "Sustained thinking is very difficult for them." "As opposed to women," Leo retorted, "who have the remarkable ability to make decisions without doing any thinking at all.
Lisa Kleypas
#19. Why does one always ask a writer why they stopped? I am sure everyone finds in any drawer a few dear poems.
Peter Bichsel
#20. For heaven's sake, dear, he's a man. Men aren't very good at analyzing themselves, you know.
Jayne Ann Krentz
#21. When I was playing Gandalf, I didn't think, 'Oh my dear, I'm playing a 7,000 year old wizard,' because I've never met one, and I don't know what they're like.
Ian McKellen
#22. Now the summer's in prime Wi' the flowers richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A' the moorlands perfuming. To own dear native scenes Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.
Robert Tannahill
#23. Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#24. My dear doctor, I am surprised to hear you say that I am coughing very badly, as I have been practising all night.
John Philpot Curran
#25. Our best hope will never lie in individual survivalism. Nor does it lie in small groups doing their best to prepare for the worst. Our best and only hope is a resistance movement that is willing to face the scale of the horrors, gather our forces, and fight like hell for all we hold dear.
Lierre Keith
#26. Life is dear to every living thing; the worm that crawls upon the ground will struggle for it.
Solomon Northup
#27. Sorrow is humbling. I want my pain to be fabulous. I don't need my pain to be worse than anyone else's; I just want it to be strangely, uniquely mine. Art to someone else's breakdown.
- Thea Hillman, "Dear Kath After"
from the anthology Pills, Thrills, Chills, and Heartache
Clint Catalyst
#28. No, no, my dear Watson. The more deeply sunk impression is, of course, the hind wheel, upon which the weight rests.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#29. Honestly, dear heart, you've got to curb this unhealthy tendency to blow things up.
Shelley Adina
#30. Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault. Each may form his own hypothesis upon the present evidence, and yours is as likely to be correct as mine.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#31. Build it all up, and it all falls down. It all burns down. Everything you need can be taken. Remember that, nieces. Everything you hold dear, it can be taken.
Joseph Boyden
#32. David, dear. But you look the best when you wear your smile. There is no beauty like the one that comes from inside you.
Olivia Lichtenstein
#33. I should mark my surroundings better. I should look for exits, weaknesses, but I can't make myself focus, and after a moment, I don't even care. Dear Lord, I'm weary.
Rae Carson
#34. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbours air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
William Shakespeare
#35. No one has been successful in this 'race course'. One simply dies of exhaustion from running. 'We' (the Gnani Purush, the enlightened one) never take part in this race. 'We' would simply tell, 'Dear Man, I am not capable.
Dada Bhagwan
#37. ... Oh dear, I sometimes think ... whatever would I do if anything happened ... But thinking's no good, is it, madam? Thinking won't help. When I find myself doing that, I say to myself, come along, Ellen! Stop it this moment, my girl! Stop that silly thinking ... !
Katherine Mansfield
#38. Live and allow others to live; hurt no one; life is dear to all living beings.
Mahavira
#39. How many times, dear traveller, will you walk the same path?
Steven Erikson
#40. Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
John Milton
#41. You should be more careful
when you move, my dear
what with you...
spilling moonlight
into my poem, with a mere
flick of your hand.
Sanober Khan
#42. Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine.
Jennifer Silverwood
#43. Friendship, a dear balm...
A smile among dark frowns: a beloved light: A solitude, a refuge, a delight.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#44. We venture to assert, that if there be any day in the year, of which we may be pretty sure that it was not the day on which the Savior was born, it is the 25th of December. Regarding not the day, let us, nevertheless, give thanks to God for the gift of His dear Son.
Charles Spurgeon
#45. Until I have been able to bury my head so deep in dear London that I can forget that I have ever been away I am inconsolable.
Iris Murdoch
#46. When I first left university, I thought about going into the private sector. But I discovered when I went to interview that I could only have a career in the back office, or doing HR. The attitude was, 'My dear lady, you cannot possibly think about going on the board.'
Pauline Neville-Jones
#47. Possibility is a wide field, dear. "Can't" is a word for small imaginations.
Daniel Abraham
#48. Buy not what you want, but what you have need of; what you do not want is dear at a farthing.
Cato The Elder
#49. Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. We live in a space ship, dear.
Joss Whedon
#50. Oh my dear from a distant fantasy land! I love to be in your dreams as a fairy of love with wings of flowers and golden glowing flowing hair.
Debasish Mridha
#51. Don't you love your mother, dear?"
"I guess so. A hard, sharp, thorny kind of love that might be pity more than anything else.
Dean Koontz
#52. Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
William Shakespeare
#54. Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
Honore De Balzac
#55. I've been writing for people long enough to know that it has got to feel comfortable coming out of their mouths, especially when you're doing something that is first person and is so near and dear to you.
Alan Zweibel
#56. Oh Professor, look! I think I've got an unaspected planet! Oooh, which one's that, Professor?" "It is Uranus, my dear,
J.K. Rowling
#57. I was terrible when I first started skating and was clinging onto the side for dear life, but it's something I'll always have now, and the tour is always so much fun.
Gareth Gates
#58. Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point.
Agatha Christie
#59. This comes with my/our deepest sympathy, and the hope that the dear memories of your loved one and the passing of time will ease your sorrow.
Margaret Jones
#60. Patriotic'? Dear, dear me!" Scarlett covered her mouth in mock astonishment. "I didn't know that was 'patriotism.' I believe what you intended has ruder names, though no well-bred Georgia lady would admit to knowing them.
Donald McCaig
#61. That bright blue ball rising over the moon's surface, containing everything we hold dear - the laughter of children, a quiet sunset, all the hopes and dreams of posterity - that's what's at stake. That's what we're fighting for. And if we remember that, I'm absolutely sure we'll succeed.
Barack Obama
#62. That's what my mother did. And my father was the first person she'd met who treated her kindly. She was terrified of men, and she married a very meek, kind, dear man. And she had the upper hand. She ruled the roost.
Lynn Johnston
#63. Who can doubt, my dear Lucilius, that life is the gift of the immortal gods, but that living well1 is the gift of philosophy?
Seneca.
#65. Before novels written by women were relegated to their own 'genre,' I was introduced to Jane Smiley by a dear professor who raised my awareness of what female authors were bringing to the table of contemporary fiction.
Emma McLaughlin
#66. We live, my dear soul, in an age of trial. What will be the consequence I know not. John Adams, in a letter to Abigail Adams
David McCullough
#67. This heart, my own dear mother, bends,
With love's true instinct, back to thee!
Thomas Moore
#68. Don't talk to me about rules, dear. Wherever I stay I make the goddam rules.
Maria Callas
#69. So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o'clock today I found myself in my old armchair in my own old room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the other chair which he has so often adorned.
- Sherlock Holmes.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#71. After long study and experience, I have come to the conclusion that (1) all religions are true; (2) all religions have some error in them; (3) all religions are almost as dear to me as my own Hinduism, in as much as all human beings should be as dear to one as one's own close relatives.
Mahatma Gandhi
#72. In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#73. My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Robert Burns
#74. Full and aching and tingling and spiraling, hanging on for dear life, letting go of every other thought and focused only on one thing - let it go, let it go, let it go.
Robyn Carr
#75. Cling to God, and leave all the rest to Him: He will not let you perish. Your soul is very dear to Him, He wishes to save it.
Margaret Mary Alacoque
#76. My dear fellow, the way you flirt with Gwendolen is perfectly disgraceful. It is almost as disgraceful as the way Gwendolen flirts with you.
Oscar Wilde
#77. Dear Night! this world's defeat; The stop to busy fools; care's check and curb; The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreat Which none disturb! Christ's progress, and His prayer-time; The hours to which high Heaven cloth chime.
Henry Vaughan
#78. Leviter smiles. There is no such thing as coincidence, my dear Jax. Only immaculate planning.
Ann Aguirre
#79. When one begins to philosophize one must be first a Spinozist. The soul must bathe itself in the aether of this single substance, in
which everything one has held dear is submerged.
Hegel G W F
#80. I've become a lot more relaxed about my career, but maybe that's a part of growing up. I realise there are things I hold dear and value, aside from professional achievements.
Martin Henderson
#81. She smiled. Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.
Ruth Ozeki
#82. My dear girl. I am equally fond of man and beast alike. There is not the slightest drop of enmity in my system.
John Fante
#83. My dear soul, flee from the worthless,
stay close only to those with a pure heart.
Like attracts like.
A crow will lead you to the graveyard,
a parrot to a lump of sugar.
Rumi
#84. Getting closer to God might mean getting told to love someone I don't even like, or to give away even more of my money. It might mean letting some idea or dream that is dear to me get ripped away.
Nadia Bolz-Weber
#85. The lesson for today, dear Rakshas , is between two evils you should pick the one that you haven't yet tried.
Ashwin Sanghi
#86. Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.
Oscar Wilde
#87. Dear friends of Haiti, we are indeed on the right track. Slowly but surely we are rising from the ashes.
Laurent Lamothe
#88. But, dear God, don't listen to me. I'm an old lady in the middle of nowhere without a real toilet.
Deb Caletti
#89. Oh - You're a very bad man!
Oh, no my dear. I'm a very good man. I'm just a very bad Wizard.
L. Frank Baum
#90. and the idea of nothingness - the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling - has, in my dear master's work and in my memories of him, something as high and luminous as sunlight upon snowy, unscalable peaks.
Alvaro De Campos
#91. No - the stars are close and dear and I have joined the brotherhood of the worlds. And everything's holy - everything, even me.
John Steinbeck
#92. My dear Natalya Petrovna, there's funny and funny.
Ivan Turgenev
#93. And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.
This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.
Oscar Wilde
#94. I wish you had a 'little missus' who could pet you as I used to pet papa when he had a headache. I should like to be your 'little missus' myself, poor dear! Good night-good night. God bless you!
Frances Hodgson Burnett
#95. Why, dear boy, we don't send wizards to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts.
J.K. Rowling
#96. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.
Oscar Wilde
#97. My dear man, a gourmand is a gentleman with the talent and fortitude to continue eating even when he is not hungry.
Richard C. Morais
#98. Dear gourmands! my bowels yearn towards them as a father's toward his children. They are so good natured! They have such sparkling eyes!
Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
#99. I adore forgotten words, long lost folk tales, and books with pages soft and crumbling. I am a collector of scents and memories. The things that others bury are the things I hold most dear.
Nichole McElhaney
#100. It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever.
-Jane-
Edgar Rice Burroughs
