'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.
Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went. No, why? You moved. Just don't move.
Dear Government. . . I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.
Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.
Misanthropy ariseth from a man trusting another without having sufficient knowledge of his character, and, thinking him to be truthful, sincere, and honourable, finds a little afterwards that he is wicked, faithless, and then he meets with another of the same character. When a man experiences this often, and more particularly from those whom he considered his most dear and best friends, at last, having frequently made a slip, he hates the whole world, and thinks that there is nothing sound at all in any of them.
You are a dear soul who plays polo, and I am a poor Pole who plays solo.
I write for myself and strangers. The strangers, dear Readers, are an afterthought.
I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.
Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.
It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else"--but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, 'I do wish they WOULD put their heads down! I am so VERY tired of being all alone here!
'Dear God,' she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. '
When you get to my age, you find that most of your dear friends are gone.
Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.
Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
O Risen Christ! O Easter Flower! How dear Thy Grace has grown! From east to west, with loving power, Make all the world Thine own.
It is the veiled angel of sorrow who plucks away one thing and another that bound us here in ease and security, and, in the vanishing of these dear objects, indicates the true home of our affections and our peace.
My Dear Son. . . remember that you are accountable to your Maker for all your words and actions.
The United States of America stands for: the ability for people to worship freely, the ability for people to vote and to express their opinion freely is something we hold dear.
It costs me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. Aha, my little dear, I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.
Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.