God is working on your problem. Stay calm. Stay sweet. Stay out of fear and keep on keeping on.

Victory is sweetest when you’ve known defeat.

God often hides His blessing in trouble or trial, which makes it all the sweeter when it comes our way.

Shigure Sohma: Tohru’s very cute in a sweet sort of way.
Hatori Sohma: For some reason when you say that it reeks of something illegal.

Everything looks cute when it’s small.

Poor Ritsu. He has such a sweet smile, and I’m so glad I got to see it because I don’t think it happens too often.

Everyday I fall deeper in love with you. I don’t know what I would do without you. You make my life so much sweeter and full of possible adventures to explore together. I love you!

Have a good night. I hope you have sweet dreams of me.

Even Santa can’t make candy as sweet as you.

I didn’t think I was a snowman, but you just made my heart melt.

You are undoubtedly the most amazing, loving, kind, adorable, handsome, cute, funny, sweet, perfect man I have ever met and I am so lucky to have you.

A fire inside me is burning brightly, kiss me and set me free from this thirst for your sweet lips.

Hearts and candy can never be as sweet as my love for you.

Endorphins make us happier. Both chocolate and sex help the body to release them. I don’t like sweets, but I need to be happy. Will you try another way with me?

I didn’t like candies at all, but when I tasted your lips, I became addicted to sweets because your lips are the yummiest thing in

Chocolate can’t compete with the sweetness of loving you.

My heart smiled when you kissed my lips. What a sweet surprise.

Let’s be sweet together. You melt me like chocolate on a hot day.

All I want is the taste that your lips allow.

I need you like a bee needs nectar, a heart needs to beat and a child needs love.

Your lips got me addicted to sweets. Sex with you is like gold—you can never have enough.

Good morning, love. You’re as sweet as the first ray of the sun in the morning. May your day be filled with amazing moments by God’s grace.

In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla, and on that thin-mooned night I could see little more than her silhouette except for when she smoked, when the burning cherry of the cigarette washed her face in pale red light. But even in the dark, I could see her eyes – fierce emeralds.

But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God’s creation embraces me.

And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.

I didn’t sleep all night, thinking. I thought about you, about those puppy eyes you give me, when you fake your sadness to make me smile– and that upper lip of yours that brings life to all of my senses. I thought about your laughter when you get tickled, and that soft mellow place near your arm pit that I wish could be knit into a pillow for me to hug all night long. I thought about your stomach, your soft and sensitive stomach, scared like a baby kitten under the pouring rain. And I remembered the feeling of protection that comes washing over me when I get a glimpse of it, the feeling of covering it with the layers of my very own skin. I remembered your head when it rests on my heart, a rock sheltering itself on the verdure of infinity. I remembered your silky black hair, and how I never imagined that hair curls so thin could twirl, in the way they do, the rigid core of my existence.

Black women were created of brown sugar and warm honey. The sweetest thing to bless the earth. Be wary of anyone who tells you otherwise.

The Jeep life is sweet life.