It has long been noticed that juries are pitiless for robbery and full of indulgence for infanticide. A question of interest, my dear Sir! The jury is afraid of being robbed and has passed the age when it could be a victim of infanticide.
Every widow I have met has recognized in the wheel a dear forgotten friend.
Dear Valentine, I have thought of you often. Not all the time, but often.
I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.
Worldwide, our oceans are warming, rising, and becoming dangerously acidic as a result of carbon pollution and climate change - endangering much that we hold dear.
In Christ's resurrection, therefore, the Christian man sees the earnest and pledge of his own resurrection; and by it he is enheartened as he lays away the bodies of those dear to him, not sorrowing "as the rest that have no hope," but with hearts swelling with glad anticipations of the day when they shall rise to meet their Lord. "For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also that are fallen asleep in Jesus will He bring with Him.
I like to feel that what I'm doing portrays this: a family where there is love between mother, father and the kids. It's a subject that is near and dear to me.
[A formula for answering controversial letters -- without even reading the letters:] Dear Sir (or Madame): You may be right.
Gently stroke your books, dear stranger, and remember they are dust.
Dear Valentine, I love you. Whoever you are.
It is not enough to love those who are near and dear to us. We must also show them that we do so.
We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.
We will peck them to death to-morrow, my dear.
You start with the sublime and end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.
People want to buy cheap and sell dear; this by itself makes them countertrend. But the notion of cheapness or dearness must be anchored to something. People tend to view the prices they’re used to as normal and prices removed from these levels as aberrant. This perpective leads people to trade counter to an emerging trend on the assumption that prices will eventually return to “normal”. Therein lies the path to disaster.
With warning hand I mark Time's rapid flight, From Life's glad morning to its solemn night; Yet, through the dear Lord's love, I also show There's light above me by the shade I throw.
I'm as gay as a daffodil, my dear!
My Dear Son. . . remember that you are accountable to your Maker for all your words and actions.
Dear Skeezie, Today I ran after a boy as he was trying to get away. I tackled him and we both landed in the mud. Do you think I appeared desperate?-Joe Bunch
Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.