If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, then I know nothing of Calvary love. For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.
— Amy Carmichael
Grateful Sweet Words quotations
There is a word sweeter than mother, home or heaven. That word is liberty.
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.
The saxophone is so human. Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud, bump into people, say the wrong words at the wrong time, but then, you take a breath all the way from the center of the earth and blow. All that heartache is forgiven. All that love we humans carry makes a sweet, deep sound and we fly a little.
Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.
Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, And his eyes are lit with laughter. He is jubilant as a flag unfurled - Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him. My own dear love, he is all my world - And I wish I'd never met him.
Whatis the root of all these words? One thing: Love.
But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.
always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you'll have to eat them, you can swallow it well.
If your words are soft and sweet, they won't be as hard to swallow if you have to eat them.
Children need directing and teaching what is right in a kind, affectionate manner How often we see parents demand obedience, good behavior, kind words, pleasant looks, a sweet voice and a bright eye from a child or children when they themselves are full of bitterness and scolding! How inconsistent and unreasonable this is!
The word surrender sounds horrible to one who wants to enjoy his senses but very sweet to one who has a humble heart.
Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.
Outward beauty is not enough; to be attractive a woman must use words, wit, playfulness, sweet-talk, and laughter to transcend the gifts of nature.
Neighborhood is a word that has come to sound like a Valentine.
As a sentimental concept, 'neighborhood' is harmful to city planning. It leads to attempts at warping city life into imitations of town or suburban life. Sentimentality plays with sweet intentions in place of good sense.
Words ride on the energy of tone, its warmth or coldness;
think of tone as the music of how words are expressed. You want this music to be soulful, whether you're giving sweet talk or tough love.
The suckling relationship is one of the sources of real sweetness that we have in human existence...The suckling baby can teach adults about the expression of sweet love and gratitude in a way no words can.
[My style in three words] youthful, sweet, and diverse.
I hate the word feminine! I mean, there is a woman and a man and when I say "woman" it suggests all that is radiant, tender, fascinating, gentle, demoniac, exaggerated! Feminine makes me think of somebody who is spindly and over-sweet: I don't like that!
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one.
At that comfortable tavern on Pontchartrain we had a bouillabaisse than which a better was never eaten at Marseilles; and not the least headache in the morning, I give you my word; on the contrary, you only wake with a sweet refreshing thirst for claret and water.
I particularly scorn my fondness for paradox.
I despise pessimism, narcissism, solipsism, truculence, word-play, and pusillanimity, my chiefer inclinations; loathe self-loathers ergo me; have no pity for self-pity and so am free of that sweet baseness. I doubt I am. Being me’s no joke.
For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure;
yea, loyalty to the loved one and to your word. And because of this I dare not meddle with so high a matter.
Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.
And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.
Please God, make my words today sweet and tender, for tomorrow I may have to eat them.
There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords;
there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.
Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance.
Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.
God's Word does not say, "Call unto me, and you will thereby be trained into the happy art of knowing how to be denied. Ask, and you will learn sweet patience by getting nothing." Far from it. But it is definite, clear and positive: "Ask, and it shall be given unto you."
If our love were but more simple, We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of the Lord.
All the creatures are pleased by loving words;
and therefore we should address words that are pleasing to all, for there is no lack of sweet words.
Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
To leave this life, to me, is a sweet prospect. When you read this I will be quite dead and no answer will be possible. All I can say is that I offered you love, and the best I could. All I got in return in the end was a kick in the teeth. Thus I die alone and unloved. As you sowed, so shall you reap.
Oh, definitely and you know you take the bitter with the sweet but the benefits far outweigh the burdens of what I've been able to do for my family, my word.
Sick I am of idle words, past all reconciling, Words that weary and perplex and pander and conceal, Wake the sounds that cannot lie, for all their sweet beguiling; The language one need fathom not, but only hear and feel.