Quotes About Soft

I'm a Cancerian, the typical crab with the tough outer shell and the soft bit in the middle. I don't think I'll ever come to terms with people being unnecessarily nasty, but I can take it if someone doesn't like my music - I'm not everyone's cup of tea.

Look at his collar! He's a kittypet! Once a kittypet, always a kittypet. This clan needs wild-born warriors to defend it, not another soft mouth to feed.

While hard data may inform the intellect, it is largely soft data that generates wisdom.

Prescribing hard work for the soft, or easy work for the hardy, is generally nonsense. What is always needed in any aim is right effort, right time, right people, right materials.

I work Cold Cases. When we bring witnesses in, they want to believe this doesn't count: not really a murder investigation, not a proper one with guns and cuffs, nothing that'll slam through your life like a tornado. Something old and soft, instead, worn fuzzy round the edges.

The noting should be like a whisper in the mind, not like a mantra, or word to focus on. Keep it very soft and light. As an aid to practice, mental noting can help to clearly acknowledge with precision what is actually happening.

We've become a little spoiled with menswear in particular because, of course, we've come off a period in the '70s and '80s when Armani, which is very soft, dominated menswear. And we've become obsessed with comfort. I actually don't like that.

Bizet was a very young man when he composed this symphony, so play it softly.

All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.

We orphans We lament to the world: Stones have become our playthings, Stones have faces, father and mother faces They wilt not like flowers, nor bite like beasts-- And burn not like tinder when tossed into the oven-- We orphans we lament to the world: World, why have you taken our soft mothers from us And the fathers who say: My child, you are like me! We orphans are like no one in the world any more! O world We accuse you!

Psychology is a soft weapon but you can take out more enemy battalions with leaflets and radio broadcasts than with high explosives.

This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.

The rain blew in soft sheets, making the oncoming headlights shimmer.

She loved to see that smile, the way it transformed his face from rugged, dangerous, very masculine beauty to something much softer and approachable.

Where the fuck is your coat? His voice was pitched low. Soft. It sounded menacing, as if all his anger was directed at her because she didn't have on a coat.

Carpathian men are vain, dear brother-in-law," she proclaimed, "but not too bright." Jacques glared up at her with mock ferocity. "You have a mean streak in you, woman. Whatever happened to a soft, sweet, Yes, my lord, you're always right? " "Try the Dark Ages. Your age is showing.

Soft laughter sent warmth curling through his body. Since when have you ever been incompetent? You made me crazy even when you were lying allegedly helpless, in bed. The first time you kissed me, I forgot my own name. That is not incompetent.

She drew her knees up and dropped her chin on the top of them, smiling at him. Watching him. Caressing him with soft eyes. You're going to go out there and act all tough, aren't you? That's my intention, yes. He slipped a knife into his boots. It took discipline to keep his face pure stone when she made him want to laugh. -Lexi & Gavriil

Is he all right?" His voice was very soft, but commanding all the same. Mikhail was authoritative no matter the circumstances.

What's wrong with you?" he demanded. A faint, taunting smile curved her soft mouth. "I'm dying. I think that's plain enough even for you to see.

Well, I think you'll find that the soft ones object to being cheated even more than the others. They mind it more because they feel that they've only themselves to blame.

At last Paul went on. I know how it is, son. You won't do it, you haven't the nerve for it-you're soft. He waited, while those cruel words sank in. Yes, that's the word, soft. You've always had everything you wanted- you've had it handed to you on a silver tray, and it's made you a weakling. You have a good heart, you know what's right, but you couldn't bear to act, you'd be too afraid of hurting somebody.

The best minds have their soft spots and sometimes feel somewhat bruised by the scant respect of logic.

A certain amount of dreaming is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It lulls to sleep the fevers of the mind at labor, which are sometimes severe, and produces in the spirit a soft and fresh vapor which corrects the over-harsh contours of pure thought, fills in gaps here and there, binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas. But