Quotes about sweets
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Torquato Tasso photo

“So we, if children young diseased we find,
Anoint with sweets the vessel's foremost parts
To make them taste the potions sharp we give;
They drink deceived, and so deceived, they live.”

Torquato Tasso (1544–1595) Italian poet

Cosi all' egro fanciul porgiamo aspersi
Di soave licor gli orli del vaso;
Succhi ainari, ingannato, in tanto ei bene,
E da l'inganno iuo, vita ricere.
Canto I, stanza 3 (tr. Edward Fairfax)
Anthony Esolen's translation:
As we brush with honey the brim of a cup, to fool
a feverish child to take his medicine:
he drinks the bitter juice and cannot tell—
but it is a mistake that makes him well.
Compare:
Sed vel uti pueris absinthia taetra medentes / cum dare conantur, prius oras pocula circum / contingunt mellis dulci flavoque liquore, / ut puerorum aetas inprovida ludificetur / labrorum tenus, interea perpotet amarum / absinthi laticem deceptaque non capiatur, / sed potius tali facto recreata valescat.
When a doctor is trying to give unpleasant medicine to a child, he smears the rim of the cup with honey. And the child, not suspecting any trick, tastes it; and at first he is misled by the sweetness on his lips into swallowing it, however sour it is. But even though he is deceived, he is not distraught; and soon enough he gets better and regains his strength.
Lucretius, De Rerum Natura, Book I, lines 936–942 (tr. G. B. Cobbold)
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)

Percy Bysshe Shelley photo
Keshub Chunder Sen photo

“It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.”

Christian Nestell Bovee (1820–1904) American writer

Source: Intuitions and Summaries of Thought (1862), Volume I, p. 240.

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“Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the heart riven
With vain endeavour,
And memory of earth's bitter leaven
Effaced forever.”

William Wordsworth (1770–1850) English Romantic poet

Thoughts Suggested on the Banks of the Nith, st. 10.
Memorials of a Tour in Scotland (1803)

Robert Seymour Bridges photo

“So sweet love seemed that April morn,
When first we kissed beside the thorn,
So strangely sweet, it was not strange
We thought that love could never change.”

Robert Seymour Bridges (1844–1930) British writer

Bk. V, No. 5, So Sweet Love Seemed http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6639&poem=29064, st. 1 (1893).
Shorter Poems (1879-1893)

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“That heavenly music! what is it I hear?
The notes of the harpers ring sweet in mine ear.
And, see, soft unfolding those portals of gold,
The King all arrayed in his beauty behold!”

William Augustus Muhlenberg (1796–1877) United States Anglican Episcopal clergyman

I would not live alway (published 1826), reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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Torquato Tasso photo

“Fame, whose sweet voice whispers of phantom bliss
to you proud mortals, and who seems so fair,
is a mere echo, dream, dream lost in shade,
at every wind-puff scattered and unmade.”

Torquato Tasso (1544–1595) Italian poet

La fama che invaghisce a un dolce suono
Voi superbi mortali, e par si bella,
E un'ecco, un sogno, anzi del sogno un'ombra,
Ch'ad ogni vento si dilegua e sgombra.
Canto XIV, stanza 63 (tr. Wickert)
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)

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Iris DeMent photo
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Henry Carey photo

“While memory lasts and pulses beat,
The thought of Dido shall be sweet.”

John Conington (1825–1869) British classical scholar

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book IV, p. 124

John Fletcher photo

“Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.”

The Loyal Subject (c. 1616–19; published 1647, 1679)

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Luís de Camões photo

“How sweet is praise, and justly purchased glory,
By one's own actions, when to Heaven they soar!
Each nobler soul will strain, to have his story,
Match, if not darken, all that went before.
Envy of other's fame, not transitory,
Screws up illustrious actions more, and more.
Such, as contend in honorable deeds,
The spur of high applause incites their speeds.”

Luís de Camões (1524–1580) Portuguese poet

Quão doce é o louvor e a justa glória
Dos próprios feitos, quando são soados!
Qualquer nobre trabalha que em memória
Vença ou iguale os grandes já passados.
As invejas da ilustre e alheia história
Fazem mil vezes feitos sublimados.
Quem valerosas obras exercita,
Louvor alheio muito o esperta e incita.
Stanza 92 (tr. Richard Fanshawe)
Epic poetry, Os Lusíadas (1572), Canto V

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Giosuè Carducci photo
Conrad Aiken photo
Tad Williams photo

“WHERE and WHEN
 Are lost in space.
THERE and THEN
 Do not embrace.
So before we disappear
Come sweet NOW and kiss the HERE.”

Yip Harburg (1896–1981) American song lyricist

"Adverbs" in Laughing Space : Funny Science Fiction (1982) edited by Isaac Asimov & ‎J. O. Jeppson , p. 503.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo

“Thou shalt bid thy fair hands rove
O'er thy soft lute's silver slumbers,
Waking sounds; of song and love
In their sweet Italian numbers.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

(29th March 1823) Song - I'll meet thee at the midnight hour
The London Literary Gazette, 1823

Dave Matthews photo

“Like a drum my heart was beating,
And your kiss was sweet as wine,
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine.”

Tom Springfield (1934) English musician, songwriter and record producer

Song The Carnival Is Over.

Harriet Beecher Stowe photo

“Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, — I am with Thee.”

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811–1896) Abolitionist, author

Reported in James Freeman Clarke, Book of Worship for the Congregation and the Home (1852), p. 431.

Thomas Gray photo

“And hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast and calm repose.”

Thomas Gray (1716–1771) English poet, historian

Source: Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=oopv (1754), Line 87

Clive Staples Lewis photo

“When I attempted, a few minutes ago, to describe our spiritual longings, I was omitting one of their most curious characteristics. We usually notice it just as the moment of vision dies away, as the music ends or as the landscape loses the celestial light. What we feel then has been well described by Keats as “the journey homeward to habitual self.” You know what I mean. For a few minutes we have had the illusion of belonging to that world. Now we wake to find that it is no such thing. We have been mere spectators. Beauty has smiled, but not to welcome us; her face was turned in our direction, but not to see us. We have not been accepted, welcomed, or taken into the dance. We may go when we please, we may stay if we can: “Nobody marks us.” A scientist may reply that since most of the things we call beautiful are inanimate, it is not very surprising that they take no notice of us. That, of course, is true. It is not the physical objects that I am speaking of, but that indescribable something of which they become for a moment the messengers. And part of the bitterness which mixes with the sweetness of that message is due to the fact that it so seldom seems to be a message intended for us but rather something we have overheard. By bitterness I mean pain, not resentment. We should hardly dare to ask that any notice be taken of ourselves. But we pine. The sense that in this universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be acknowledged, to meet with some response, to bridge some chasm that yawns between us and reality, is part of our inconsolable secret. And surely, from this point of view, the promise of glory, in the sense described, becomes highly relevant to our deep desire. For glory meant good report with God, acceptance by God, response, acknowledgment, and welcome into the heart of things. The door on which we have been knocking all our lives will open at last.”

Clive Staples Lewis (1898–1963) Christian apologist, novelist, and Medievalist

The Weight of Glory (1949)

William Sharp (writer) photo

“Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream.”

William Sharp (writer) (1855–1905) Scottish writer

Dream Fantasy, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

“A fifty-seven-year-old college professor expressed it this way: "Yes, there's a need for male lib and hardly anyone writes about it the way it really is, though a few make jokes. My gut reaction, which is what you asked for, is that men—the famous male chauvinist pigs who neglect their wives, underpay their women employees, and rule the world—are literally slaves. They're out there picking that cotton, sweating, swearing, taking lashes from the boss, working fifty hours a week to support themselves and the plantation, only then to come back to the house to do another twenty hours a week rinsing dishes, toting trash bags, writing checks, and acting as butlers at the parties. It's true of young husbands and middleaged husbands. Young bachelors may have a nice deal for a couple of years after graduating, but I've forgotten, and I'll never again be young! Old men. Some have it sweet, some have it sour."Man's role—how has it affected my life? At thirty-five, I chose to emphasize family togetherness and income and neglect my profession if necessary. At fifty-seven, I see no reward for time spent with and for the family, in terms of love or appreciation. I see a thousand punishments for neglecting my profession. I'm just tired and have come close to just walking away from it and starting over; just research, publish, teach, administer, play tennis, and travel. Why haven't I? Guilt. And love. And fear of loneliness. How should the man's role in my family change? I really don't know how it can, but I'd like a lot more time to do my thing."”

Herb Goldberg (1937–2019) American psychologist

In Harness: The Male Condition, pp. 6–7
The Hazards of Being Male (1976)

William Cobbett photo

“I was a countryman and a father before I was a writer on political subjects…. Born and bred up in the sweet air myself, I was resolved that [my children] should be bred up in it too.”

William Cobbett (1763–1835) English pamphleteer, farmer and journalist

Source: The Autobiography of William Cobbett (1933), Ch. 8, p. 99.

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John Flavel photo

“Christ is not sweet till sin be made bitter to us.”

John Flavel (1627–1691) English Presbyterian clergyman

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 398.

William Blake photo

“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 (1757–1827) English Romantic poet and artist

Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 1
1780s, Poetical Sketches (1783)

Max Beckmann photo

“The metaphysics of substance. The strange feeling which comes over us when we sense: this is skin – this is bone – all in a single vision that is completely unearthly. The dreaminess of our existence mixed at the same time with the indescribably sweet illusion of reality.”

Max Beckmann (1884–1950) German painter, draftsman, printmaker, sculptor and writer

Beckmann's sketchbook - probably referring to his last triptych painting 'The Argonauts', he painted in 1950, the year Beckmann died
1940s

William Henry Davies photo

“What sweet, what happy days had I,
When dreams made Time Eternity!”

William Henry Davies (1871–1940) British poet

The Time of Dreams.

John Greenleaf Whittier photo
Elia M. Ramollah photo

“It is so sweet to hear His voice in silence, so sweet indeed.”

Elia M. Ramollah (1973) founder and leader of the El Yasin Community

Flow of Divine Guidance (vol.1)

James Allen photo
William Collins photo
George Eliot photo
T. H. White photo
Marie de France photo

“If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain! But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or it is nothing worth. For what the lover would, that would the beloved; what she would ask of him that should he go before to grant. Without accord such as this, love is but a bond and a constraint. For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure.”

Marie de France medieval poet

Se l'uns des amans est loiax,
E li autre est jalox è faus,
Si est amors entr'ex fausée,
Ne puet avoir lunge durée.
Amors n'a soing de compagnun,
Boin amors n'est se de Dex nun,
De cors en cors, de cuer en cuer,
Autrement n'est prex à nul fuer.
Tulles qui parla d'amistié,
Dist assés bien en son ditié,
Que vent amis, ce veut l'amie
Dunt est boine la compaignie,
S'ele le veut è il l'otreit.
Dunt la druerie est à dreit,
Puisque li uns l'autre desdit,
N'i a d'amors fors c'un despit;
Assés puet-um amors trover,
Mais sens estuet al' bien garder,
Douçour è francise è mesure.
"Graelent", line 85; pp. 149-50.
Misattributed

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Jean Ingelow photo

“Crowds of bees are giddy with clover
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.”

Jean Ingelow (1820–1897) British writer

"Divided", reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

Julian of Norwich photo
Jackie DeShannon photo

“What the world needs now is love, sweet love,
It's the only thing that there's just too little of.
What the world needs now is love, sweet love,
No not just for some but for everyone.”

Jackie DeShannon (1941) American singer-songwriter

"What the World Needs Now is Love" (1965); this song was actually written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David and offered to other singers who initially passed it up. It became DeShannon's first number one hit.
Misattributed

Lewis Black photo

“I don't believe pumpkin pie is even made from pumpkin. I mean, how can something that smells that shitty make a pie so sweet? There's not enough sugar in the universe.”

Lewis Black (1948) American stand-up comedian, author, playwright, social critic and actor

Nothing’s Sacred (2005)

Dan Savage photo
Nathaniel Hawthorne photo
Julian of Norwich photo
Karen Blixen photo

“I discovered that the computer is not like the violin; it doesn't take inborn genius or a lifetime of practice to get sweet music out of it.”

Brian Hayes (scientist) (1900) American scientist, columnist and author

Preface, p. x
Group Theory in the Bedroom (2008)

Anne Rice photo

“And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.”

Anne Rice (1941) American writer

The Mummy or Ramses the Damned (1989)

Margaret Junkin Preston photo

“Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew
Shut in a lily's golden core.”

Margaret Junkin Preston (1820–1897) American writer

Agnes, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 458.

Cass Elliot photo

“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me.”

Cass Elliot (1941–1974) American singer

"Dream a Little Dream of Me" (1931), was one of Cass Elliot's biggest hits but the lyrics by Gus Kahn were written many years before her definitive rendition; the music by Fabian Andre & Wilbur Schwandt. More information on how she came to record it is provided at NPR: "Dream a Little Dream of Me" ranked as one of the 100 most important American musical works of the 20th century http://www.npr.org/programs/specials/vote/100list.html#D.
Misattributed

Barbara Kingsolver photo
Elizabeth I of England photo
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John Ruysbroeck photo
John Ogilby photo

“Begin, sweet Babe, with smiles thy Mother know.”

John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic

The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Bucolicks

Arthur Hugh Clough photo
River Phoenix photo
Richard Garnett photo

“Sweet are the words of Love, sweeter his thoughts:
Sweetest of all what Love nor says nor thinks.”

Richard Garnett (1835–1906) British scholar, librarian, biographer and poet

De Flagello myrteo. clxv.

Tomas Kalnoky photo
Charles Baudelaire photo

“A man who from the beginning has long been soaked in the languid atmosphere of a woman, the scent of her hands, her bosom, her knees, her hair, her lithe and flowing clothes,Sweet bath, suavely
Scented with ointments,has acquired a delicacy of skin, a refinement of tone, a kind of androgyny without which the toughest and most virile of geniuses remains, when it comes to artistic perfection, an incomplete being.”

<p>L’homme qui, dès le commencement, a été longtemps baigné dans la molle atmosphère de la femme, dans l’odeur de ses mains, de son sein, de ses genoux, de sa chevelure, de ses vêtements souples et flottants,</p><p>Dulce balneum suavibus
Unguentatum odoribus,</p><p>y a contracté une délicatesse d’épiderme et une distinction d’accent, une espèce d’androgynéité, sans lesquelles le génie le plus âpre et le plus viril reste, relativement à la perfection dans l’art, un être incomplet.</p>
"Un mangeur d'opium," VII: Chagrins d'enfance http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Les_Paradis_artificiels_-_II#VII_CHAGRINS_D.E2.80.99ENFANCE
Les paradis artificiels (1860)

James Russell Lowell photo
Edmund Spenser photo
Joseph Joubert photo
William Wordsworth photo

“Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.”

William Wordsworth (1770–1850) English Romantic poet

Part III, No. 43 - Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge.
Ecclesiastical Sonnets (1821)

Thomas Holley Chivers photo
John Erskine photo
Lionel Richie photo

“People dancing all in the street
See the rhythm all in their feet
Life is good, wild and sweet.
Let the music play on (play on, play on)
Feel it in your heart
And feel it in your soul
Let the music take control.”

Lionel Richie (1949) American singer-songwriter, musician, record producer and actor

All Night Long (All Night).
Song lyrics, Can't Slow Down (1983)

Don Marquis photo
Willa Cather photo
Sidney Lanier photo

“Sweet Sometime, fly fast for me.”

Sidney Lanier (1842–1881) American musician, poet

Special Pleading 1875 (Lanier's poem on Time).

Thomas Moore photo

“All that's bright must fade,—
The brightest and the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made,
But to be lost when sweetest.”

Thomas Moore (1779–1852) Irish poet, singer and songwriter

"All that's Bright Must Fade" (Indian Air), National Airs (1823).

Henry Ward Beecher photo
Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo

“Come again: sweet love doth now invite,
Thy graces that refrain,
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.”

John Dowland (1563–1626) English Renaissance composer, lutenist, and singer

"Come again", line 1, The First Book of Songs.

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Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord photo

“Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.”

Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord (1754–1838) French diplomat

Noir comme le diable, chaud comme l'enfer, pur comme un ange, doux comme l'amour.
frequently misattributed to Talleyrand, no primary source exists, its not his style of speech, and he famously drank tea not coffee.
Misattributed

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“You must love the crust of the earth on which you dwell more than the sweet crust of any bread or cake; you must be able to extract nutriment out of a sand heap.”

Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862) 1817-1862 American poet, essayist, naturalist, and abolitionist

January 25, 1858
Journals (1838-1859)

Richard Chenevix Trench photo

“We live not in our moments or our years:
The present we fling from us like the rind
Of some sweet future, which we after find
Bitter to taste.”

Richard Chenevix Trench (1807–1886) Irish bishop

To.——, The Story of Justin Martyr and Other Poems; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 455.

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