Sweet Country 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. Canada is a sweet country. It is like your retarded cousin you see at Thanksgiving and sort of pat him on the head. You know, he's nice, but you don't take him seriously. That is Canada.

Tucker Carlson

#3. Her wide, gorgeous smile was the culprit. It was pure magic. Neighbors lined the parking lot, eager to empty their pockets, all so she'd shine that beam on them.

Rachel Harris

#4. My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing ... Long may our land be bright, With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King.

Samuel Francis Smith

#5. There are thousands of kids like us, working across the country to make a sweet for rich kids in other places. Thousands. It's a number that matters to me so much that I can't wrap my mind around it.

Tara Sullivan

#6. What a good morning it was. Tyler stood before her, six-plus feet of denim-clad hotness. A woodsy scent wafted toward her, and she inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his cologne. The man was gorgeous, and he was hers for the next twenty-four hours.

Rachel Harris

#7. The low E is at the top, the second string is A, then it's D, G, B, and the last one is high E." A mnemonic device he once heard came to mind and, plucking the strings, he said, "Eddie Ate Dynamite ... Good Bye Eddie,.

Rachel Harris

#8. Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green.
A SILVER LINING, she thought.

Rachel Harris

#9. 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

#10. We have fried catfish, country fried steak and cinnamon-roasted pork. We have collard greens, black-eyed peas, hush puppies, biscuits, sweet potato pie and lots of gravy. Most players love it, but we also have a baked catfish for players who are still looking to stay on the approved diet.

Mark Farner

#11. The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the branches in the orchard behind the house.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#12. I love you, music man. You are my happily ever after.

Rachel Harris

#13. New York was bad enough. By nine in the morning the fake, country-wet freshness that somehow seeped in overnight evaporated like the tail end of a sweet dream.

Sylvia Plath

#14. It was a Roman who said it was sweet to die for one's country. The Greeks never said it was sweet to die for anything. They had no vital lies.

Edith Hamilton

#15. You know, the heroes in my romance novels always say that. Scout's honor. But they all later admit to never being a Boy Scout.

Rachel Harris

#16. Apparently, I'm a sucker for a man with belt buckles the size of Texas.

Rachel Harris

#17. Morning dawned bright and sparkling after the rain. The air was keen and crisp. The cedars glistened as if decked with diamonds. Pan felt the sweet scent of the damp dust, and it gave him a thrill and a longing for the saddle and the open country.

Zane Grey

#18. They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

Ernest Hemingway,

#19. It is sweet to surve one country by deeds, and it is not absurd to surve her by words.

Sallust

#20. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I'm home.

Audrey Niffenegger

#21. 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

#22. Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.

Horace

#23. Tyler, I'd marry you again in a heartbeat. You are my fairy tale.

Rachel Harris

#24. Country music is basically one-third a part of Southern blood, the other two being church and sweet tea.

Eve Jagger

#25. With chemistry like theirs, this was the perfect setup for a fling ... and Sherry wanted to go out on a high note.
BRING ON THE ROADIE!

Rachel Harris

#26. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She didn't need to turn around to know he was standing behind her. Most likely with a smirk at catching her impromptu belly dance.

Rachel Harris

#27. Music may be his passion
but this, right here, was his dream.

Rachel Harris

#28. It is sweet and right to die for your country ... . an old and dangerous lie. It might be necessary, but it is never sweet and rarely right. It's a tragedy.

Louise Penny

#29. I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home.

Audrey Niffenegger

#30. It is sweet and honorable to die for your country.

Horace

#31. My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.

Wilfred Owen

#32. Yes is a pleasant country:
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year
both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear
love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april's where we're)

E. E. Cummings

#33. It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country.

Horace

#34. My happy place, huh? Well, yeah, I guess that's what music is for me.

Rachel Harris

#35. That girl's heart is bigger than Texas." Her eyes narrowed. "And it's as tender as a baby's butt. You take care with it, you hear?

Rachel Harris

#36. Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind: a song that seemed to come like a pale light behind a grey rain-curtain, and growing stronger to turn the veil all to glass and silver, until at last it was rolled back, and a far green country opened before him under a swift sunrise.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#37. In the southern half of the country perhaps no crop has larger possibilities for quick increase of production of food for both men and animals than the sweet potato.

David F. Houston

#38. Elvis is sweet, but I prefer sleeping with you.

Rachel Harris

#39. My flight arrives at eight in the morning," he mentioned casually. "Any chance you can come and get me?"
...
"Pick you up from the airport? That seems hardcore, Ty. Normally, I'm married to a guy for at least a couple weeks before I take that big a step.

Rachel Harris