There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

My family is from the South and I can remember all those ladies I grew up with like my great-aunts who had handkerchiefs. There's something sweet about them.

Without failure there is no sweetness in success. There's no understanding of it.

The love of learning the sequestered nooks And all the sweet serenity of books.

The roots of education are bitter but the fruit is sweet.

In my wildest dreams I could not have imagined a sweeter life.

I worked on my voice for Sweet Dreams but only to match my speaking voice to Patsy's actual singing voice. That was my way into that character.

To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not there is a Covenant beyond the constitution beyond sovereign guarantee beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.

How blessed are some people whose lives have no fears no dreads to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

I don't diet I don't do fads I've just decided to not eat carbs. So no more bread and pasta for the month. I can't live without chocolate though. I've always got a bar in my handbag. It has to be 72%. Any less and it's too sweet any more and it's inedible. Like I said I'm very particular.

I've never been a huge sweets eater and I've always loved a Mediterranean diet. We eat a lot of dark leafy greens and a couple meals each week are meat-free. We enjoy eating a balanced diet.

I'm lucky I don't like sweets not even chocolate.

French fries. I love them. Some people are chocolate and sweets people. I love French fries. That and caviar.

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.

Fear not and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar that you find not the rub of death.

My mother was the sweetest lady who ever lived on this planet but if you tried to tell her that Jesus wasn't a Christian she would stomp you to death.

If efforts to do social work are couched in selfish motives then they will die a premature death. Why would my efforts get politicised? I have values I inherited from my father. He helped many. Anyone even a postman knocking on our door would get a glass of water and some sweets.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed but I don't know how.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.

If my survival caused another to perish then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God! I know not what course others may take but as for me give me liberty or give me death!

My mum and my dad are the sweetest couple.

Dad was a very gentle sweet man.