O sweet delusive Noon Which the morning climbs to find O moment sped too soon And morning left behind.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

I hear that 5 o'clock whistle in my mind like Fred Flintstone and I have to stop. I'm also not much of a morning writer. I have a sweet spot from about 11am to 4pm. But I really work during that time.

Money won is twice as sweet as money earned.

Profit is sweet even if it comes from deception.

My mom always taught me to be sweet and polite and cross my legs because it's what the guys like. Actually they like a raunchy girl once in a while.

I want somebody like my mom. My mom is a very charitable woman. She's the sweetest woman in the world. I'm looking for the second sweetest woman in the world. I'm looking for honesty and a big heart.

I was brought up by a single mom in a poor town in Arkansas and while some aspects of small-town life were really positive - like the fact that everyone there is really sweet and hospitable - there is also this close-minded mentality and that naturally made me want to rebel.

My mom is painfully sweet she's from Nebraska.

Sometimes I've been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men frightened by their wives or sweeties would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.