Like Sweet Serendipity
I wish one day I could be your angel and hold you close, so close that I’ll be weak to let you go. I wish that one day, I’ll be given a chance to do what most angels do and give up my life for you.
Can be soft and sweet or louder than a radio. I can be sophisticated or completely go out of control.
Without failure there is no sweetness in success. There’s no understanding of it.
We remember Kurt for what he was: caring, generous and sweet.
Wake the power within thee slumbering, trim the plot that’s in thy keeping, thou wilt bless the task when reaping sweet labour’s prize.
I’m really into Sweet 75 right now, and I dig playing Nirvana, don’t get me wrong. Even if Kurt never died, more than likely I’d be in Sweet 75 today still.
He said, I missed you. I said, I missed you too. Then he fell silent and so did I. I then said, Thank you. He asked, For what? I said, For giving me back my life. He smiled and said, Then thank you for starting mine.
When a Japanese manufacturer was asked by his North American counterpart, “What is the best language in which to do business?” the man responded: “My customer’s language
With true friends…even water drunk together is sweet enough.
Yeah, we’re sweet but savage, and I think a lot of Canadians are that way.
Lead me not into temptation. Heaven, help me to be strong. I can’t fight all that I’m feeling and I can’t do it alone. Help me break this spell that I’m under, guide my feet and hold me tight. I need her as my angel to watch over me tonight.
Marilyn and I were rumored to be an item. We were friends. Nothing more. Marilyn was one of the sweetest creatures that ever lived.
It would be the loneliest feeling standing cold under the rain all alone. But if you were there hugging me tight, just right there by my side, then I hope it rains for the rest of my life.…