From infancy, I have relied on the fiercely sweet spirits of black men; and this is abundantly clear in my work.
There is nothing as sweet as a comeback, when you are down and out, about to lose, and out of time.
I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.
Alice Adams wrote a sweet note to me after my first novel came out when I was 26, and I was so blown away that I sent her a bunch of stamps by return mail. I have no idea what I was thinking. It was a star struck impulse.
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.
As a man sow, shall he reap. and I know that talk is cheap. But the heat of the battle is as sweet as the victory.
How sweet it is to learn the Savior's love when nobody else loves us! When friends flee, what a blessed thing it is to see that the Savior does not forsake us but still keeps us and holds us fast and clings to us and will not let us go!
It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.
Religion does not consist in making a noise, yet when the soul is filled with the Spirit of the Lord, sweet, heart felt praise to God glorifies him.
Grace, like an angel of mercy, makes his voice heard sweet and clear, repeating the story of the cross, the matchless love of Jesus.