Quotes About Soft

Her gaze was steady but never anything but soft. "Louis de Pointe du Lac would see a ghost now," she said, musing, "as if his suffering isn't enough.

Stars filled every quadrant of the heavens. The moon drew her veil and then lowered it again, and the soft breeze made the pines shiver ever so slightly

In this soft rainy realm, where water sings as it falls from the darkening leaves, as the earth falls from the uneven edges above

All places where the French settled have corruption at their heart, a kind of soft, rotten glow, like the phosphorescence of decaying wood, that is oddly attractive.

A SOFT fall rain slips down through the trees and the smell of ocean is so strong that it can almost be licked off the air.

Everybody in America is soft, and hates conflict. The cure for this, both in politics and social life, is the same -- hardihood. Give them raw truth.

Footsteps approached, soft and sure. They were not Perceval's, and Rien was surprised to find she knew her sister's tread already.

Her skin was soft with age, the bones and tendons visible.

Somebody was touching me. Farweather. I wanted to recoil, but instead my body twitched feebly and lay still. She had pillowed my head on something uncomfortable, bony, and soft. Her thigh. She petted my hair.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

I named my kitten Rose — fur soft as a petal, claws sharper than thorns.

Instead of getting a soft fence against the cold, shadowy, unapplausive audience of his life, had he only given it a more substantial presence?

I knew that alpaca wool, with its cashmere-soft weave, had been transformed into cuddly knick-knacks ranging from pillows to teddy bears. But through selective breeding over the past 6,000 years, alpacas have so diverged from their llama cousins as to become quite different animals.

There is a religion in all deep love, but the love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

and on a soft bed delicate you would let loose your longing

I am weary of all your words and soft, strange ways.

honey voice ... soft voice ...

A snowfield was like a bed, white and smooth and inviting: come and lay your head. Lay your head and sleep. A glittering soft death, a sliding away without noise or pain.

I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.

Attianus had been right in his conjectures: the virgin gold of respect would be too soft without some alloy of fear.

Glory went to look in on her father. He lay on his right side, his face composed, intent on sleep. His hair had been brushed into a soft white cloud, like harmless aspiration, like a mist given off by the endless work of dreaming.

He seemed about to ask me something else, but instead turned, strolling across the parking lot, pulling out his cigarettes. It was after four o'clock. The sun had loosened its grip on the world, letting the shadows get sloppy, the light, thawed and soft.