Quotes About Soft

weak as water.

There is one thing, and one thing only, you can do for me," said Lopez. His voice was peculiarly sweet, and when he spoke his words seemed to mean more than when they came from other mouths. But Mr. Wharton did not like sweet voices and mellow, soft words, — at least not from men's mouths.

A man was soft when he was hard and hard when he was soft. So it was only necessary to keep him hard until he gave you what you wanted.

The voice of the intellect is soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing. Ultimately, after endless rebuffs, it succeeds. This is one of the few points in which one may be optimistic about the future of mankind.

If today was a flavor it would taste like beige...

Marble that was still attached to the mountain vein, or freshly quarried, was considered alive because porous stone retains moisture absorbed from the ground. Quarry sap makes the marble soft, sparkling, and easy to work. After exposure to the air, this calcium-soaked water evaporates, and the stone becomes drier and harder-cotto, Michelangelo calls it in his contract.

She had got the habit of silence; and though she reserved a shy, soft smile for her father, she would not talk to him.

Brains don't really smell, but what's amazing about the brain is that it's almost like scrambled eggs or soft tofu, almost like a gel. The brain controls so much of what we do, but you could put your finger right through it.

The truth is that tights are just so cosy.

I am inspired by anything beautiful. Sometime it's a pair of eyes or flowing gorgeous hair, other times it's the sky or a sunset. I've been inspired by supple skin or the texture of a soft shirt.

I am too weary. For oh, I am so terribly weary at last! I think, in all of London, there is no-one and nothing so weary as I—unless perhaps the river, which flows beneath the frigid sky, through its accustomed courses, to the sea. How deep, how black, how thick the water seems to-night! How soft its surface seems to lie. How chill its depths must be.

When your mother doesn't want to have the sex talk with you any more but instead wants to talk about the possibility that you might have sex on her soft furnishings, it's a watershed moment in any girl's life. I know I'll remember it fondly for many years to come.

The softest rain was falling, little more than a warm wet kiss from the sky

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.

It's as mild as goose-milk.

and every lady's rose-leafy dress flapping soft and silky around her hips, and she looking like the most loveliest parasol.

His hair is like feathers.

The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder.

The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying onto the floor like powder.

She looks up. She speaks in a whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold...

I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its axe, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.

the blue mountain's soft lines were like the dampness glowing in the moss

I spoke in a soft, soothing voice, a voice wearing a cardigan.

around the glassy waters of the protected beachfront. "What happened here," she adds, her voice soft, "is almost too much to take." "I understand," I say.