All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
So many bright stars, bright in life, burn out quickly.
Of all creatures in this visible world, light is the most glorious; of all light, the light of the sun without compare excels the rest.
I have not much love for the bright lights - unless it's the sun creeping up over the horizon.
The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.
I like things bright.
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Sweet is the memory of past troubles.