Quotes About Gentle

They could hear no words, only the tilt and shape of voices: their mother's, still so curiously shrouded, so submissive, so gentle; it seemed to ask questions and to accept answers.

Or is there something else you'd rather have?" she asked, her voice a little too gentle. He felt a great dilation in his chest. "Oh, no!" he exclaimed with passion. "Oh, no!" "Very well then, let's see what we can do about it," she said, more than reassured; and suddenly she suspected in something like its full magnitude the long, careless denial, and the importance of the cap to the child.

Earth has nothing more tender than a woman's heart when it is the abode of piety.

She, always dressed in gray, gentle yet stern, childlike yet mature, sweet yet uncompromising . . . the woman from Poland.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit. (1 Peter 3:3–4)

He was an obstetrician; he delivered babies into the world. His colleagues called this 'the Lord's work.' And he was an abortionist; he delivered mothers, too. His colleagues called this 'the Devil's work,' but it was all the Lord's work to Wilbur Larch. As Mrs. Maxwell had observed: 'The true physician's soul cannot be too broad and gentle.

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.

The air is all softness.

Love doth scathe The gentle heart, as northern blasts do roses.

Education should be gentle and stern not cold and lax.

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.

Fiel, honesta y prudente. Qué palabras tan pasivas, tan plácidas para describir lo que era ella.

His hands were in his lap, spear-callused but beautiful still. No hands had ever been so gentle, or so deadly. Overhead, the stars were veiled. I could feel the air's heaviness. There would be a storm tonight. The rain would be soaking, filling up the earth till she burst her seams. It would gush down from the mountaintops, gathering strength to sweep away what stood in its path: animals and houses and men. He is such a flood, I thought.

Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.

My Last Poem I would like my last poem thus That it be gentle saying the simplest and least intended things That it be ardent like a tearless sob That it have the beauty of almost scentless flowers The purity of the flame in which the most limpid diamonds are consumed The passion of suicides who kill themselves without explanation. - translation by Elizabeth Bishop

My aching heart was soothed; I let myself be borne upon the current of this gentle night ...

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-imbroider'd vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are?

Pensive I sate me down; there gentle sleep   First found me, and with soft oppression seis'd   My droused sense, untroubl'd, though I thought   I then was passing to my former state   Insensible, and forthwith to dissolve:

Nothing more celestial can I conceive. How gently the winds blow! Scarce can these tranquil air-currents be called winds. They seem the very breath of Nature, whispering peace to every living thing.

One can't be angry when one looks at a Penguin

Doc would listen to any kind of nonsense and turn it into wisdom. His mind had no horizon - and his sympathy had no warp. He could talk to children, telling them very profound things so that they understood. He lived in a world of wonders, of excitement. He was concupiscent as a rabbit and gentle as hell. Everyone who knew him was indebted to him. And everyone who thought of him thought next, 'I really must do something nice for Doc.

The whole point of this book, and of MBSR, is that there is a lot that you can do to gently, lovingly, and firmly—through non-striving and non-doing, coupled with doing when taking action with awareness is called for—influence how things unfold across the life span, tilting them in the direction of greater well-being, self-compassion, and wisdom to whatever degree possible, always unknown. HOW