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# Weekend Words: Sweet
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/weekend-words-sweet/
- Published: 2015-05-31T13:43:49.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:31:21.000Z
- Description: Tomorrow begins National Candy Month.
- Author: Weekend Editors
- Tags: Opinion, Weekend, Weekend Words, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 07:08 (2014, 2015, part 2)

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Georg Flegel, “Still-Life with Bread and Confectionary” (n.d), oil on wood, 21,7 x 17 cm. Städelsches Kunstinstitut, Frankfurt (Image via Web Gallery of Art)

Tomorrow begins National Candy Month.

> Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.  
>  
> **—William Shakespeare**

> Sometimes I’m so sweet even I can’t stand it.  
>  
> **—Julie Andrews**

> Oh how sweet it is to hear one’s own convictions from another’s lips.  
>  
> **—Johann von Goethe**

> And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.  
>  
> **—Christina Rossetti**

> Nobody’s interested in sweetness and light.  
>  
> **—Hedda Hopper**

> There is no sweeter sound than the crumbling of one’s fellow man.  
>  
> **—Groucho Marx**

> Oh the thumb-sucker’s thumb  
> May look wrinkled and wet  
> And withered, and white as the snow,  
> But the taste of a thumb  
> Is the sweetest taste yet  
> (As only we thumb-sucker’s know).  
>  
> **—Shel Silverstein**

> The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.  
>  
> **—Edward Thomas**

> His art is happy but who knows his mind?  
> I see a schoolboy when I think of him,  
> With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window,  
> For certainly he sank into his grave  
> His senses and his heart unsatisfied,  
> And made—being poor,ailing and ignorant,  
> Shut out from all the luxury of the world,  
> The Coarse-bred son of a livery stablekeeper—  
> Luxuriant song.  
>  
> **—William Butler Yeats**

> “I know of no joy,” she airily began, “greater than a cool white dress after the sweetness of confession.”  
>  
> **—Ronald Firbank**

> Do you like good music  
> That sweet soul music  
> Just as long as it’s swingin’  
> Oh yeah, oh yeah.  
>  
> **—Arthur Conley and Otis Reading**