Sweeten Your Knowledge Quotes & Sayings

When you sweeten your knowledge and experience with your thoughts, it becomes your wisdom. — Debasish Mridha

People hate to describe their music. What we have come to call it is "beat up your mom" music. As far as describing what it sounds like, I guess you'd have to listen. — Marilyn Manson

Are the hormones as bad as everyone says they are?" I asked him to change the subject.
He looked at up to me his brown eyes widened as he understood what I meant. Finally he grinned.
"That explains it."
"So, is that yes?
"That is ... good luck. — J.J. McAvoy

A lot of people say they are dyslexic; some have to realize that they are just stupid. — Bill Maher

In the ignorance that implies the impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality. — James Joyce

Let us see that our knowledge of Christ be not a powerless, barren, unpractical knowledge: O that, in its passage from our understanding to our lips, it might powerfully melt, sweeten, and ravish our hearts! Remember, brethren, a holy calling never saved any man, without a holy heart; if our tongues only be sanctified, our whole man must be damned. We must be judged by the same gospel, and stand at the same bar, and be sentenced to the same terms, and dealt with as severely as any other men. — John Flavel

So tell me, okay? Tell me what you need, and tell me every single time you need it, and I'll be there. — Emily Henry

Thought failed him, and he returned to realities. — Thomas Hardy

Then looked directly into the father's eyes. I'm aware that over the — Nora Roberts

It's funny how I use social media because I don't use it to promote my restaurants that much. I use it for social issues and I think that's what it's for. I do a few things - I mess around with music a lot because that's a passion of mine. If something strikes me and I want to share it, I do. — Tom Colicchio

French toast? Frittata?
Definitely frittata.
Leaving the table again, she transferred a small packet from freezer to fridge. It was salmon, home-smoked on the island and more delicious than any she had ever found elsewhere. Smoked salmon wasn't Cecily's doing, but the dried basil and thyme she took from the herb rack were. Taking a vacuum-sealed package of sun-dried tomatoes from the cupboard, she set it on the counter beside the herbs. Frittata, hot biscuits, and fruit salad. With mimosas. And coffee. That sounded right. Eaten out on the deck maybe?
No, not on the deck, unless the prevailing winds turned suddenly warm.
They would eat here in the kitchen, with whatever flowers the morning produced. Surely more lavender. A woman could never have enough lavender- or daylilies or astilbe, neither of which should bloom this early, but both of which had looked further along than the lavender, yesterday morning, so you never knew. — Barbara Delinsky