My dearest dear Albert sat on a footstool by my side and his excessive love and affection gave me feelings of heavenly love and happiness I never could have hoped to have felt before! He clasped me in his arms and we kissed each other again and again! His beauty... his sweetness and gentleness - really how can I ever be thankful enough to have such a husband! to be called names of tenderness, I have never yet heard used to me before - was bliss beyond belief! Oh! This was the happiest day of my life! May God help me to do my duty as I ought and be worthy of such blessings.
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.
As we become purer channels for God's light we develop an appetite for the sweetness that is possible in this world. A miracle worker is not geared toward fighting the world that is but toward creating the world that could be.
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
What sweetness is left in life if you take away friendship? Robbing life of friendship is like robbing the world of the sun. A true friend is more to be esteemed than kinsfolk.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
The old Romans all wished to have a king over them because they had not yet tasted the sweetness of freedom.
Without failure there is no sweetness in success. There's no understanding of it.
I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.
As a culture I see us as presently deprived of subtleties. The music is loud the anger is elevated sex seems lacking in sweetness and privacy.
A celibate like the fly in the heart of an apple dwells in a perpetual sweetness but sits alone and is confined and dies in singularity.