Quotes About Softness

Like a flower, be soft, loving, kind, and beautiful, but never lose the courage to bloom.

Le véritable amour peut être comparé avec de la soie, qui est délicate, douce, éclairant, lisse et doux - et pourtant si forte qu'aucune force sur terre ne peut déchirer très facilement. Pas de couteau peut percer la soie, et pas de balles peut pénétrer soie. Je pense souvent que le temps et la patience, l'amour vrai se transforme peu à peu en soie .... tout comme la feuille de mûrier se transforme en robe de satin avec le temps.

Love is a soft thing. It smells like woodsmoke and sounds like rain. It tastes like sugared apples. It costs nothing to give yet is more precious than a sea of diamonds.

The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking at the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond—you would have said out of this world.

herself down on the sand. It was very soft

Kids were his soft spot. Who knew?

Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.

Beauty doesn't need ornaments. Softness can't bear the weight of ornaments.

wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill.

I am now the site of an unmistakable sag...With fancy holographic belt buckles do I attempt to restrain my stampeding softness. In vain....My only virtues, as a physical specimen, are my sideburns, which are like the pelts of rare woodland animals. My sideburns are not to be ignored.

A permanent state of war on the Eastern front will help to form a sound race of men,' the Führer had once said, 'and will prevent us relapsing into the softness of a Europe thrown back upon itself.' But

She always stood so trim and erect, and you had the feeling that all her grace and softness was caught in the rigor of an idea which you could not define.

Don't forget how to be gentle, she warned. Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart. The greatest strength of all is daring to love.

I have always been a softie, and I fight it with every fiber of my being. Sadly, my being's fibers need to hit the gym.

We end up kissing her for an hour, and her lips are so soft they are almost like a joke.

Nu hield ik erg van groot en zacht, dat doe ik nog. Ik ging trouw naar bed met een vossebont dat vreselijk verhaarde en kleine glimmende kraaloogjes had. Het is tot nu toe mijn grootste liefde gebleven, samen met de geelgerande watertor, een half jaar gehouden in een zinken emmer, toen ging hij dood; en wellicht die poedel gekocht bij de dames Heuvel van de speelgoedwinkel, zelf uitgezocht, ja, ik had goede ouders.

I strengthen the muscles around my heart, but I can't harden it.

I believe that because I had obtained a wife who was made up of wife-signs (beauty, charm, softness, perfume, cookery) I had found love.

So long as idleness is quite shut out from our lives, all the sins of wantonness, softness, and effeminacy are prevented; and there is but little room for temptation.

And I sort of felt her...you know." Alan made an exaggerated shape of a heart. "You touched her heart?" Mike queried. "No! Her bum. It's sort of, you know, heart shaped. Big heart." He flexed his fingers, remembering the feel of it. "Soft.

when you come to me come to me with cake in your pocket come to me nicely with that soft kinda cake that's mostly icing come to me ready and rude bring me angel food angel food

See, behind all my tough, rough exterior is basically a marshmallow, maybe a pussycat. But not a wimp!

Technically I have siblings, but they are quite a bit older than me - I was the accident - so I have the only-child syndrome going on. I'm a little more selfish, a little more independent, a little closed. I do wish I were softer. I wish I were able to form relationships better.

It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be. — Robert Goolrick, The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life (Algonquin Books, March 23, 2007)