Sweet

A black plum is as sweet as a white.

A melon forced off its vine is not sweet.

A strawberry blossom will not sweeten dry bread.

Be a pineapple, stand tall, wear a crown, be sweet.

Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.

Black as the devil, Hot as hell, Pure as an angel, Sweet as love.

Coffee should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.

Dying flies spoil the sweetness of the ointment.

Evenings are the beautifully sweet spot between the harsh light of the day and the dead darkness of night.

Every bee's honey is sweet.

Fairest of the months!
Ripe summer's queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear.

Flies know well the sweet seller's beard.

Flies will never leave the shop of a sweet-maker.

Forbidden fruit is sweet.

Forbidden fruit is sweetest.

Half an orange tastes as sweet as a whole one.

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December,
A magical thing,
And sweet to remember:
"We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September."

If you can’t give any sugar then speak sweetly.

Let my words, like vegetables, be tender and sweet, for tomorrow I may have to eat them.

Like a prune, you are not getting any better looking, but you are getting sweeter.

Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Patience is a tree whose root is bitter, but its fruit is very sweet.

Patience is bitter but its fruits are sweet.

Patience is bitter, but it bears sweet fruit.

Revenge is sweet.

She's as sweet as a nut.

Stolen fruit is the sweetest.

Sweet as honey.

The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice.

The end of a novel, like the end of a children's dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums.

The higher the tree, the sweeter the plum.

The old pipe gives the sweetest smoke.

The oldest trees often bear the sweetest fruit.

The sweetest grapes hang highest.

The words of elders are like the gooseberry: bitter at first, then sweet.

There were rockets like a flight of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke: their leaves opened like a whole spring unfolding in a moment, and their shining branches dropped glowing flowers down upon the astonished hobbits, disappearing with a sweet scent just before they touched their upturned faces. There were fountains of butterflies that flew glittering into the trees; there were pillars of coloured fires that rose and turned into eagles, or sailing ships, or a phalanx of flying swans; there was a red thunderstorm and a shower of yellow rain; there was a forest of silver spears that sprang suddenly into the air with a yell like an embattled army, and came down again into the Water with a hiss like a hundred hot snakes.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.

When a worm sits in horseradish, it thinks there's nothing sweeter.

When the monkey can't reach the ripe banana with his hand, he says it is not sweet.

When the monkey can't reach the ripe banana, he says it is not sweet.

Who has tasted a sour apple, will have the more relish for a sweet one.

Your neighbor's apples are the sweetest.