Sweetness Quotes

“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
― Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
― Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

“Every universe I’ve created lately, your face keeps popping up in it.”
― Adam Silvera, History Is All You Left Me

“It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.”
― Robert Goolrick, The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life

“She had a flower tattoo on her wrist; "What does that mean?" he asked her. "Absolutely nothing," she said, "it's just a flower.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or "sweetness.”
― Marion Woodman

“Ich wollte meine Augen öffnen, um Gideon ein letztes Mal anzusehen, aber ich schaffte es nicht.
"Ich liebe dich, Gwenny, bitte verlass mich nicht", sagte Gideon, und das war das letzte, was ich hörte, bevor ich von einem großen Nichts verschluckt wurde.”
― Kerstin Gier, Smaragdgrün

“Looking at you has been my favorite pastime from the moment you asked me to describe your face," he said solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.”
― Judith McNaught, Until You

“As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious
and full of detail: it wants to polish itself; it
wants to love another body; it is the only vessel in
the world that can hold, in a mix of power and
sweetness: words, song, gesture, passion, ideas,
ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity, and virtue.”
― Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems

“Ah, how many Marahs have been sweetened by a simple, satisfying glimpse of the Tree and the Love which underwent its worst confict there. Yes, the Cross is the tree that sweetens the waters. 'Love never faileth.”
― Jim Elliot

“We love with all our heart but we also keep our heart light and pliable. It has space. It breathes. It waits on life to give instructions. It sings with sweetness when the winds are soft and warm. It stands with calm patience when the storm is brewing. It lets go when endings have left their irrefutable mark. It moves. It heals. It hopes.”
― Donna Goddard

“Connecting our hearts through love yields a nectar so sweet we are forever full.”
― Amy Leigh Mercree

“If my hands grip hard enough, they could brand his body. If I kiss him gently, his heart could know I’m his. And if I love him long enough, his head could tell him to stay.

But deep down, I know he won’t.”
― Eden Finley, Fandom

“Virtue is the sweet flavor of the peach; vice, the tiny droplet of prussic acid - its delicious savor. Life, without either, would be vapid.”
― Oscar Wilde, Teleny or the Reverse of the Medal

“Maybe at the end of our lives we get a Ferris-Wheel vantage of the whole tapestry, the quilt laid flat, answering for its complexity. At the beginning we’re handed frayed and stained flowery bed sheets, a scrap of polka-dots, a snatch of strawberry print. Tattered as they are, there’s some sustaining sweetness in there.

The oldest pioneer quilts conceal bits of paper batting between their threadbare layers: postcards, recipes, clipped snippets of newspaper poetry. Every spare material had a part to play, fragments of experience and feeling arranged in a repeating pattern, little sewn sound bytes spinning ordered fractals.”
― Robin Brown, Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir

“I'm glad that you have become the one to paint my universe in color. Not that my vision was ever drained and lifeless, but your spirit infuses it with a touch of glory and sweetness.”
― Diyahwho

“She looked and stroked the welt, smiling: a squirrel's teeth, sharp, sweet, dangerous.”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, The Dragon: Fifteen Stories

“Where the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves kicked up by the horses' hoofs fills my soul with delight. I particularly love that smell, — it brings before me the entire benevolence of Nature, for ever working death and decay, so piteous in themselves, into the means of fresh life and glory, and sending up sweet odours as she works.”
― Elizabeth von Arnim, Elizabeth and Her German Garden

“No nature could be less suspicious than hers. When she was a child, she believed in the gratitude of wasps and the honourable susceptibility of sparrows and she was proportionately indignant when their baseness was made manifest.”
― George Eliot

“The man I’d secretly been pinning over for years was tenderly cradling me in his arms, and I was cosplaying as a trash panda.”
― Elizabeth Knight, Yes Now Yes Forever

“Wield forth your nerves of steel,
With your heart soaked in honey.
Wield forth your vision valiant,
With your feet grounded in humility.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Iman Insaniyat, Mazhab Muhabbat: Pani, Agua, Water, It's All One

“She fetched the bowl of sour cherries Sisy had pitted the night before. They would make a lovely jam for the queen's breakfast.
As the sour cherries simmered gently with honey, she turned her attention to the apples. The queen liked sweet dishes. Roxannah planned to make a date and raisin omelet, using the apples that had been preserved in the deep cellars of the palace since the previous autumn. They were a bit wrinkly and thick-skinned. But cooked in butter, they would taste fine.
She dropped the apple peels and seeds into the jam to help thicken its juice. Nothing went to waste in her kitchen.
She prepared the sweet mixture for the egg dish, keeping an eye on the jam at the same time as stirring the apples frying in butter. When they turned golden brown, she added the dates and raisins with a pinch of cinnamon and set the mixture aside. All that remained was to beat the eggs and add them to the mixture just before serving so that they would be fresh and warm for the queen.”
― Tessa Afshar, The Queen's Cook

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― Oscar Wilde, Ego Te Absolvo: Coleccion de Clasicos de La Literatura Europea "Carrascalejo de La Jara"

“Ho paura”, ammetto e mi porto una mano alla bocca, sconvolta. Ho davvero dato voce ai miei pensieri? Merda. Saint si avvicina e mi prende le mani nelle sue. Appoggia la fronte sulla mia e sento che il suo calore si propaga in me. “Di cosa?” sussurra. “Che non funzioni.” “Lo sapremo solo se lo proviamo. Ciò che sicuramente ti posso garantire fin da ora è che non funzionerà sempre alla perfezione. Ci saranno momenti in cui andrà alla grande e altri in cui non sarà così. Starà a noi fare in modo che dopo la pioggia torni il sole. E ti prometto che, se mi sceglierai, farò di tutto per fare in modo che il sole splenda sempre per te. E se non dovesse andare così, nonostante gli sforzi, aprirò il mio ombrello per proteggerti dalla pioggia, finché non comparirà un arcobaleno e poi di nuovo il sole.”
― Ava Avery, Desiderata dal Running Back: A grumpy meets sunshine romance (Touchdown d'Amore Vol. 3)

“Other people's grief is sweet; success is not joy.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Whenever I found myself in a cake shop, I'd always been tempted by the classic ones, like strawberry shortcake, chocolate cake, or cheesecake. I had never thought of carrot cake being very, well, cake-like. I don't know how I didn't realize this before, but for the first time, I was seeing that carrot cake was as satisfying as the classic cakes.
Sweet-toothed Hozumi spoke with uncharacteristic eloquence: "It's sweet, but I can really feel the zing of the spices. And the cream cheese gives it a tang that works wonderfully well together. It has the potential of being as delicious as ice cream soda.”
― Saki Kawashiro, The Ex-Boyfriend's Favorite Recipe Funeral Committee

“No sugared association is stronger than that between sweetness and femininity. Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Women are honey, sweetheart, cupcake, candy girl, honey-bunch--- or they're tarts. In the Bible, "The lips of an adulterous woman drip honey" (Proverbs 5:3). Meanwhile, black women have been "caramel," "brown sugar," "mocha latte," "chocolate," and "molasses,"--- both desired and diminished. Making sweet foods is considered women's work--- and eating them is too. Girls receive an Easy-Bake Oven; cake mixes are marketed exclusively to women; home bakers are overwhelmingly female. Candy and chocolate are heavily feminized that a Yorkie bar in the U.K.--- normal chocolate, massive chunks--- until recently stood out by marketing itself as "not for girls."
It's not just in American and European food cultures that this holds true. I spoke to food writer and journalist Mayukh Sen about the gendering of foods within Bengali cuisine. "Sweetness is very much gendered female in Bengali cooking," he explained. "There's a word, mishti, that stands for both Bengali sweets and is also used to describe someone, usually a woman, who is 'sweet' (pleasant, youthful, and nonthreatening/demure)." In Japan, amato and karato refer to those who love sweets and those who prefer salty, savory, and spicy foods, respectively, and yet these labels loosely trace the dividing line between men and women. Jon D. Holtzman writes that a Kyoto-based confectioner--- by all accounts a man who loved his sweets--- assured him that he was more a karato kind of guy: "strong, energetic, and ambitious.”
― Samin Nosrat, The Best American Food Writing 2019