sweet

Besides, she had a sweet face that attracted him.

Mrs. Roebuck thought Johnson was a `` sweet bawh t'lah lahk thet '', but her Herman was getting to be a man, there was no getting around it.

`` Those sweet girls??

She raised her face and nodded, `` It's sweet, and very sad ''.

This Woman had no distinct shape or size and no particular face, but she radiated warmth, a sweet warmth ; ;

He held his elbows away from his body, and the little sweet potato trilled neatly and sweetly as he tickled its tune-belly.

Ernie offered, taking the pint of sweet lucy from his jacket pocket.

`` A portable companion always ready to go where you go -- a small friend weighing less than a freshborn infant -- to be shared with few or many -- just two of you in sweet meditation ''.

Solomon Asch shows the transcultural stability of metaphors based on sensation ( hot, sweet, bitter, etc. ) dealing with personal qualities of human beings and events.

He wants to be called sweet, good, considerate and mother's little helper.

From his room he could look out in springtime and see the couples hand in hand walking slowly, deliciously, across the campus, and he could smell the sweet vernal winds.

He thought of sweet wet nigger pussy.

Oh, sweet land of heaven, haint there just nothin like sweet nigger pussy!!

Fresh, warm, sweet and juicy, sweet lovin sixteen, she was.

These little songs, however, were sweet nothings from the heart, tender memories of his childhood, little melodies that anyone could hum and that would make one want to weep.

Over the door was a board with large, inept lettering: home sweet home.

He saw the sign above the door of the hut: home sweet home.

Two men he did not recognize were sipping coffee and munching sweet rolls.

Eileen got to dancing, just a little tiny dancing step to a hummed tune that you could hardly notice, and trying to pick up strange men, but each time I was ready to say to hell with it and walk out she'd pull herself together and talk so understandingly in that sweet husky voice about the good times and the happiness we'd had together and there I was back on the hook.

I was stumbling in my undershirt trying to find my way around her damn kitchenette when I smelt that sickish sweet hairtonic smell.

He would have to work without questioning the motives which made him work and content himself with the thought that the eventual victory, however it was brought about, would be sweet indeed.

When Napoleon's ship had borne him to Elba, French wines had started to cross the Channel, the first shipments in a dozen war-ridden years, but the supplies had not yet reached rural hostelries where the sweet wines of the Spanish peninsula still ruled.

The man's voice was a sweet, patient whisper.