Soft And Sweet Quotes

#1. Be careful of the words you say; And keep them soft and sweet; For you never know from day to day, Which ones you'll have to eat.

Henriette Eiby Christensen

#2. Lord, I pray today that my words may be soft and sweet, for tomorrow I may have to eat them.

Unknown

#3. The easy path of aging is to become a thick-skinned, unbudging curmudgeon, a battle-ax. To grow soft and sweet is the harder way.

James Hillman

#4. You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious.-

Janet Evanovich

#5. soft and sweet to look at with a prickly personality and a streak of defiant personality. I smirked. Kitten. It suited her.

Helen Harper

#6. Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.

Andy Rooney

#7. Women can be strong, Colum. Very strong when they have to be or when they're forced to be. On the outside we are like little rose petals, all soft and sweet, but on the inside we're often made of something a lot tougher because we have to be

Carolyn Brown

#8. Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet.

Pam Brown

#9. Soft and sweet, and burning like fire all at once, his lips clung to mine desperately. His large hand cupped the back of my head,pulling me even closer, and my arms wrapped around his neck holding him close. His kiss devoured me and left me aching for more.

Jamie Canosa

#10. The nights in Billancourt were soft and sweet, enlivened now and again by those childish airplane or zeppelin alarms which provided the civilian population with thrills and self-justification.

Louis-Ferdinand Celine

#11. Woman, thou art a river, deep and wide, Of waters soft and sweet: Alas! I've never reached the other side; Though oft I've wet my feet!

William Batchelder Greene

#12. Rosto cupped laddybuck in one hand and grabed the back of my neck with the other pulling me in and kissing me right on the mouth. i should have punched him but his lips were soft and sweet. i will punch him next time.
-beka after she realizes that rosto the piper is the new rouge

Tamora Pierce

#13. And then I couldn't wait anymore, and my hand was on the back of her head, and then her lips on mine, the cold air gone and replaced with the warmth of her mouth, soft and sweet and hash-brown-tastic

John Green

#14. His voice with its Cuban accent was soft and sweet as a banana.

Truman Capote

#15. So, Lena, darling, tell me, for curiosity's sake. When do you put out?"
...
"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

#16. He'd never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.

Katherine McIntyre

#17. Humid the air! Leafless, yet soft as spring. The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, she needs not June for beauty's heightening. Lovely all the time she lies ...

Matthew Arnold

#18. At first it was the complete antithesis of the kiss she'd shared with Matthew. That one had been crazy, emotional. Uncontrolled. This was a gentle mating of lips. Soft, sweet, and easy. He didn't press for her to grant him access, but she gave it, opening for him with a low moan.

Cari Quinn

#19. Morpheus leans close. His hair brushes my exposed shoulder, tickling and soft. "Shy little blossom," he whispers, his sweet breath cloaking me. "We're simply going to meld your pain away."
Meld ... that doesn't sound like something my dad would approve of.

A.G. Howard

#20. What is this thing called a kiss? French, tongue, soul, chaste, motherly, fatherly, brotherly, sisterly, ass, genital, Judas, trembling, rough, hesitant, sweet, soft, wet, dying, fevered, good-night, farewell, burning, and chocolate.

Gilbert Sorrentino

#21. He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one.

Shelly Thacker

#22. The Empress said, her own breath coming in gasps, lips against her daughter's cold forehead and soft hair - her hair at least was still the same, soft, delicate, sweet cobwebs. . . .

Vera Nazarian

#23. You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off.

Louisa May Alcott

#24. Our first kiss was soft, sweet. A question on my lips. He tasted like the watermelon bubble gum he was always chewing, and the stolen summer night.

Jessi Kirby

#25. That soft seduction of need and want, an equation of dependence that eases under the skin, so slow and sweet, only to lay a man open at the very time he most needs his strength.

Mark Lawrence

#26. He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

Alex Rosa

#27. Charlee has my arm. She has my arm - my arm that's rigid from pleasure, from her touch - in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she's right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh.

Rebecca Berto

#28. It's not soft. It's not sweet. It's something wild and three long years in the making. A kiss that purges the memory of all other kisses before him.

A. Zavarelli

#29. The six great gifts of an Irish girl are beauty, soft voice, sweet speech, wisdom, needlework, and chastity.

Theodore Roosevelt

#30. I am waiting for the day when I will see you again and hold your soft hands, touch your sweet lips and hug you tight so that you will never leave me again.

Mercy Johnson

#31. This is the sort of thing we should say by the fireside in the winter-time, as we lie on soft couches after a good meal, drinking sweet wine and crunching chickpeas: Of what country are you, and how old are you, good sir? And how old were you when the Mede came?

Herodotus

#32. And then ... he cupped her face with both hands, lowered his own and paused. Hesitated. His mouth hovering a hair's breath away. His soft, warm breath caressing. Teasing. And she held her own. Waiting. Willing him to commit himself while the kiss hung between them, a sweet promise suspended in time.

Victoria Vane

#33. Keep your words soft, sweet, and digestible, because one day you might have to eat them.

Anonymous

#34. Come here, baby." And with my words, Echo leaned into me soft, pliant, broken. "You're not alone," I whispered into her hair as I cradled her in my arms. "You're not alone, because you have me." And I love you, more than you could ever know

Katie McGarry

#35. Julia ... do you feel how much you own me?" I moaned against the soft skin of her neck, her pulse beating wildly against my lips. So sweet and alive. "But you're mine. You own me, but you've always been mine.

Kahlen Aymes

#36. Soft pillows, soft blankets, soft sheets: Her kiss? Sweet, and hard enough to crack your teeth.

Devin Johnston

#37. A great fig should look like it's just about to burst its skin. When squeezed lightly it should give a little and not spring back. It must be almost unctuously sweet, soft and wet.

Yotam Ottolenghi

#38. A smile bloomed again in his eyes. "I love that you let me bring out that softness in you. You've always been such a tough little trooper, but under that snappy, tough act you put on, you're butter-soft. Sweet as honey. And I can get there! Make that softness come up. I'm so ... honored by it

Ramona Wray

#39. He'd forgotten about the beautiful things in life. Soft things. Gentle things. Sights and sounds. Tastes and touches. She was all of them wrapped up in one sweet package.

Sarah Castille

#40. I wanted something very dense, something that would sustain long and more pieces of wood that would be soft, sweet, for more of a mellow sound.

Les Paul

#41. There in the sweet sacking smell of the mail bags he understood that he was dying, and it pleased him that he was going in the company of so many soft words home.

Chris Cleave

#42. Off the ice, I can be soft, and I can be elegant and sweet.

Ashley Wagner

#43. We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair.

Eiji Mikage

#44. Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing - that's what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.

Helen Rowland

#45. A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

Emily Bronte

#46. Lo, and I have discovered
how soft bloom
turns to green fruit,
which turns to sweet fruit.
Lo, and I have discovered
all winds blow cold
at last,
and the leaves,
so pretty, so many,
vanish
in the great, black
packet of time

Mary Oliver

#47. There was a warm breeze blowing in the car as they passed the mansions in the Garden District and they could smell the sweet aroma of the night-blooming jasmine. Soft light fell on the neutral ground along the streetcar tracks.

Hunter Murphy

#48. What he wanted was something soft and fat and gentle, full of rounding sweet places to hide in.

James Leo Herlihy

#49. Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

Edward Young

#50. If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#51. Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.

Josh Lanyon

#52. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.

Harper Lee

#53. I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.

Patrick Rothfuss

#54. Motherhood isn't soft and cozy and sweet; it's selfish ferocity, red in tooth and claw.

Rosamund Lupton

#55. I think you're sweet and warm and soft and no one else - maybe not even you - can see it."
He sighed. Though she'd just described a cinnamon roll and not him, he delighted in the certainty of her tone.

Kate Roth

#56. Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

William Blake

#57. The great Big Black Things that have loomed against the horizon of my life, threatening to devour me, simply loomed and nothing more. The things that have really made me miss my train have
always been sweet, soft, pretty, pleasant things of which I was not in the least afraid.

Elbert Hubbard

#58. This world is a bitter tree, it has only two sweet nectar like fruits - one is soft voice and the other is company of gentlemen.

Chanakya

#59. outshines little Elizabeth Taylor as Velvet. The child is completely natural and unaffected, with a very sweet expressive face and the most beautiful soft blue eyes I've seen on the screen in a long time" (quoted in Haggerty, 2011). Taylor remained contracted to MGM for the next

Ellis Cashmore

#60. Simultaneously a frantic, high-tech juggernaut and a timeless Asian dream, Bangkok straddles like no other metropolis the boundary between acrid and sweet, soft and hard, sacred and profane. It's a silk buzz saw, a lacquered jackhammer, a steel-belted seduction, a digital prayer.

Tom Robbins

#61. Women are amazing creatures-sweet, soft, gentle, and far more savage than we are.

Robert A. Heinlein

#62. He wasn't sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but it started soft and then went sweet and then went tender and then went tinder, and then went out-of-control blaze.

Amy Lane

#63. O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,
Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#64. I wonder what hell is like ... ?
-Alzeid
I heard that it's very inviting
we can probably arrange some sort of picnic!
-Rahzel
Please make sure my omelet ... is sweet and soft and full of fish base!!
-Baroqueheat

Minari Endou

#65. Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.

Arthur Symons

#66. She knew about young boys - she'd spent the last year taking care of them. They were tough and reckless and yet at the same time so very sweet and vulnerable. Their cheeks were soft and their eyes apologized even as they fought to assert their independence with too smart mouths.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#67. The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.

Ben Jonson

#68. We must learn to endure what we cannot avoid. Our life is composed, like the harmony of the world, of contrary things, also of different tones, sweet and harsh, sharp and flat, soft and loud. If a musician liked only one kind, what would he have to say?

Michel De Montaigne

#69. To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.

John Keats

#70. He leaned in then and kissed me again, sweet and soft and tender, silencing my arguments and stealing my breath, making me wonder how one simple gesture could be so tragically lovely.

Kimberly Derting

#71. Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears,
and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries,
Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight,
As brilliant and as bright
As when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes,
Lost in a soft amaze
I gaze, I gaze

John Keats

#72. Learn from your past and shut the door behind to live in present.Our past is just like a dry rose which was once a rose with all colors of life, with sweet fragrance, with soft petal, with thorns but now it is left with only thorns which could still hurt.

Ideaswar

#73. Even through her coat, he could feel the curve of her arm, making him aware of their differences.
Man and woman.
Hard and soft.

Debra Holland

#74. Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.

William Drummond

#75. The woman's face was grimly drawn, an ugly expression on an indescribably beautiful face. "This is the Shadowdun. You know who I am, but I wish to know you more. What is your name?" Her voice was rich; it sounded sweet and smooth in Athena's ears, like soft honey. She hated every last word.

Kendra Sunderson

#76. (She) got herself a real boyfriend and she was just crazy about him. Not jack rabbit naked and coyote howling crazy, but sugar 'n' butter, soft 'n' sweet crazy.

Jackson Burnett

#77. You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,You are soft as the nesting dove.Come to my heart and bring it restAs the bird flies home to its welcome nest.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

#78. Innocent and joyful
I take your hand
for I know you judge not,
you simply understand.
You are my companion
on this voyage of discovery,
singing sweet soft music
to the universe inside of me.

Jay Woodman

#79. Have an enthusiastic mind and a soft, but sweet, heart.

Debasish Mridha

#80. What will you do if I kiss you right now?"

"I'll kiss you back."

"In what way? Sweet, soft, and slow like a first kiss? Or passionately and rude until I make you breathless?"

"Just do it on your own style."

"Bad then. I've never kissed any woman before.

Yuli Pritania

#81. Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants the same soft peace, happiness, contentment, sweet release, erasing righttime tears with lullabies, restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom.

Nick Gordon

#82. Ana, honey. The voice is soft and warm, full of love and sweet memories of times gone by.

E.L. James

#83. She's soft and she's gentle and sweet as can be, and if Sharmon needs squeezin', then leave it to me.

Charlie Walker

#84. I do believe all shall be well with you, Prue. It's come to my heart as soft as dew, and as sweet as a red rose, that you'll get love as well as give it. After my time, though, after my time. But no matter for that, so I do know it's to come.

Mary Webb

#85. A little sun, a little rain,
A soft wind blowing from the west,
And woods and fields are sweet again,
And warmth within the mountain's breast

A little love, a little trust,
A soft impulse, a sudden dream,
And life as dry as desert dust,
Is fresher than a mountain stream.

Stopford Brooke

#86. How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at interval upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.

William Cowper

#87. Our nights were filled with passion and long soft gazes and sweet words. We weren't behaving ourselves, and we didn't for one moment feel guilty about that.

J.H. Trumble

#88. 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

#89. The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter.

Jack Kerouac

#90. I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said.
Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back."
"Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended.

Maggie Stiefvater

#91. And Sky?" he asked, his voice soft. "Yes?"
"Maybe you don't need me, but I need you.

Komal Kant

#92. I have won for you a fish, my fair one," he said, and kissed her on the cheek.
It was a sweet kiss, gentle and soft, and Mark smelled like he always did: like cold outside air and green growing things.

Cassandra Clare

#93. She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek ...
Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair.
Mr. Bradford beamed.

Heather Dixon