Quotes About Gentleness

I knew that my dad was a good man, a kind man, and though he'd led a wounded life, he'd done the best he could in raising me. Never once had he raised his hand in anger

You don't want to be nasty for the sake of being nasty.

I'm not a nasty person.

I cannot lie to you," he whispered. "You know my thoughts. You know the beast that dwells inside. I try to be gentle with you, to listen to you. Always that wildness breaks free, but you tame me. Raven, please, I need you. And you need me. Your body is weak, I can feel your hunger. Your mind is fragmented--allow me to heal you. Your body cries out for mine as mine does for yours. Kiss me, Raven. Do not give up on us.

His palm cupped her face, moved lovingly to her slender neck, his thumb feathering over her soft skin. He ached with love for her. "I promise to be careful." "Really careful," she insisted. He found the hard edges of his mouth turning up. "Really really careful," he clarified.

In his entire life he'd never had the inclination to gather a woman up, cradle her against his chest and rock her just to soothe her—until now. -Maxim's thoughts

If only you were half so good as he! He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness, Great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery.

their beauty is like the beauty of plants, seemingly untroubled by vanity, anxiety or effort.

She was twentysix and pretty in a way that made men want to tuck her into flannel sheets and kiss her on the forehead before leaving the room; cute but not beautiful.

Shargorodsky was a very gentle man, and quite helpless in any practical matter. He was the sort of man about whom people say, 'He's got the soul of a child,' or 'He's as kind as an angel.' And yet he could walk straight past a hungry child or a ragged old woman begging for crusts, feeling quite indifferent, still muttering his favourite lines of poetry.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.

If you are leaving that sorrowful place with hate and anger against men, you are worthy of compassion; if you leave it with good will, gentleness and peace, you are better than any of us.

In this age devoted to completing the French Revolution and to beginning the Human Revolution, equality between the sexes being part of equality between men, a great woman was needed. Woman had to prove that she could have all our manly qualities without losing her angelic ones: that she could be strong without ceasing to be gentle: George Sand is that proof. . . . she bequeathes to us the right of woman which draws its proof from woman's genius.. . . Thus the Revolution is fulfilled.

gentleness and tenderness are born with love, and the young girl who cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has mercy on the wing of a butterfly.

Now, don't kick a dog 'cause it's only a pup!

In this solitude there was also a heart that was all ready. Love had only to show its face; there was a temple there composed of greenery, of grass, of moss, of bird sighs, of soft shade, of agitated branches, and a soul made of gentleness, of faith, of candor, of hope, of aspiration, and of illusion.

Mothers' arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.

You have come from an unhappy place. But listen. There is more rejoicing in Heaven over the tears of one sinner who repents than over the white robes of a hundred who are virtuous. If you leave your place of suffering with hatred in your heart, and anger against men, you will be deserving of our pity; but if you leave with goodwill, in gentleness and peace, you will have risen above any of us.

Nada je krhka stvar, jako lomljiva ako se njome pre?esto barata.

Hope is a fragile thing, easily broken if handled too much.

the way they lived, the dreams they'd lost, the future they'd so blindly believed in. For the children who would grow up not knowing Jean. Her humor, her gentleness, her steel, her hopes for them.

He touched her face with a gentleness that made her want to cry; it felt like a good-bye, that touch, and she knew good-bye.

Tough as nails, sweet as peaches.