Quotes About Gentleness

Do not fight, love instead. It's less hard that way.

His bigger body dwarfed hers, but he'd always been so careful when they touched. When they made love. His strength had always been in check.

There was physical comfort in abundance, the house was full of beautiful things, but there was no love, no kindness, there was none of the gentleness and consideration which makes the smallest cottage a home.

It is difficult to exaggerate the power that such a woman can obtain over such a man. Peter was by no means a weak character, but he was too gentle, too knightly, too chivalrous, to have the slightest chance against her wiles.

I can't do comedy that is cutting and vicious. If I knew I'd said something that was going to make someone feel bad, well, that supersedes everything.

My strength needs no victims. My strength is my compassion.

I'm sorry, buttercup," he murmured, cuddling her spent and trembling form against his. "You deserve time and privacy, and consideration. Not to be fondled in the library over the tea service.

As she drowsed in his arms, it occurred to her that he provided the illusion of something she had never had before. Sanctuary. His hand passed repeatedly over her hair in the gentlest of caresses, and she heard him murmur in his dark-angel voice, "Rest, my love. I'm watching over you.

Hunt immediately adjusted his hold, bracing her easily. "I thought you looked pale," he remarked, gently stroking back a lock of hair that had fallen over her damp face. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Is it just your stomach, or do you hurt somewhere else?

Love is not born of coarseness," Phoebe said quietly. "The ability to love is the noblest quality a man can possess.

You look like a butterfly that's just flown in from the garden," Hunt said softly.

Mrs. Church settled a blanket over him and told the footmen, "Take him up to the master bedroom. Softly…no jostling. Treat him as if he were a newborn babe." After counting in unison, the footmen lifted the stretcher. "A babe that weighs fourteen stone," one of them grunted. Mrs. Church tried to look stern, but the corners of her eyes crinkled briefly. "Mind your tongue, David.

Mr. Bayning is not a frog," Poppy protested. "You're right," Beatrix said. "That was very unfair to frogs, who are lovely creatures." As

Are you going to cry, Mr. Bronson?" the child asked in concern, coming to stand beside his knees, staring into his downturned face. He managed to smile at her. "Just a little on the inside," he said raspily. He felt her little hand on his cheek, and he held utterly still as she kissed him on the nose.

Although Evie was far quieter than the rest of the family, everyone paid close attention whenever she spoke. For all her gentleness, she possessed a core of inner strength that had made her the center of the Challons' world. And she was so kind that Keir couldn't help but like her. When they'd first met, the duchess had stared at him for a moment of wonder, and then had smiled and embraced him with tear-glittered eyes, as if he were her own long-lost child instead of Kingston's.

Evie, the most gentlest and most soft-spoken of them all, had been the one least likely to capture the heart of the notorious Lord St. Vincent, who had been the definitive rake. Although Evie, with her round blue eyes and blazing red hair, possessed a rare and unconventional beauty, she was unbearably shy. And there was the stammer. But Evie also had a reserve of quiet strength and a gallant spirit that seemed to have seduced her husband utterly.

It's more work to be mean than it is to be nice.

Her hair is tucked behind her ears, a few stray strands lazily brushing her cheek. I suddenly have the strongest sensation of wanting to reach out and curl them in place behind her ear.

Hearts that are delicate and kind and tongues that are neither;—these make the finest company in the world.

Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that sea Thy comings and thy goings be! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.

By nature I am not tough, believe it or not. I am a lover. And with my kids I am even softer.

Meekness is the chief grace and perfection of the soul.

Vigorous let us be in attaining our ends, and mild in our method of attainment.

I could not bear to leave you coldly or hurt you in any way, even if it were the smallest hurt." "A small hurt," he said. "That is like saying the guillotine blade nicks a bit.