Quotes About Tenderness

There is no charm equal to the tenderness of heart.

Tenderness does not choose its own uses. It goes out to everything equally, circling rabbit and hawk. Look: in the iron bucket, a single nail, a single ruby - all the heavens and hells. They rattle in the heart and make one sound.

Oh yeah; his chest still hurt from the blow she'd given him earlier, and was now throbbing quite painfully with wanting her. Keeping her lips occupied while being mindful she wasn't very limber, Ian maneuvered Jessie onto his lap and tucked her head into the crook of his arm to get serious about loving her mouth.

Sometimes love isn't fireworks, sometimes love just comes softly.

I am the broth of love. Make soup to me.

Authentic femininity is a combination of class, tenderness and virtue. When a woman possesses these traits, a man will naturally want to be more of a gentleman around her.

Justice is what love looks like in public, just like tenderness is what love feels like in private.

Be of love(a little) More careful Than everything

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

Be of love (a little) more careful than of everything.

She pronounced the word married as if her voice caressed it. It seemed a rustling covert leading to enchanted glades.

He took [the book] up, and found himself plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever breathed in books; so warm, so rich, and yet so ineffably tender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the most elementary of human passions.

Quite unselfconsciously she ran her hands along her neck, all along the sides and then to the back to feel the stiffnesses, and though she had not asked me I felt without the words that she wished me to massage her and I did, searching out the knots and the crick, then along the nape, under her swallow, holding the bowl of her head in my hands, entreating her to let go, to let go of all her troubles

We stood there, squeezing each other's hands as though trying to press through the flesh to the bones and then beyond. She kissed my cheek and neck, and I felt the joy of omnipresent love -- everything around me speaking about me with affection, and Mary was listening.

The day had come and the appointed hour was near. Gertrude, alone with Lucia in her private parlor, showed more tenderness than usual, and Lucia accepted and returned her affection with growing fondness. Like the lamb that trembles fearlessly under the shepherd's hand as he softly pets her and pulls her along, she turns to lick his hand, not realizing that waiting outside the pen is the butcher to whom she has just been sold.

Era, dico, una cosa singolare a vedere alcune di quelle capre, ritte e quiete sopra questo o quel bambino, dargli la poppa; e qualche altra accorrere a un vagito, come con senso materno, e fermarsi presso il piccolo allievo, e procuprar d'accomodarcisi sopra, e belare, e dimenarsi, quasi chiamando chi venisse in aiuto a tutt'e due.

She had that way of looking at him that made him feel like he'd built the world for her and given it to her as a gift just that morning

She leans against me, head against my shoulders, and in that second, I know, against the lights and the bright and the heat and the gray, I really want to kiss her.

That art -- even, or perhaps especially, art that is dedicated somehow to tenderness, dedicated as a lover who would offer something to her beloved in the last nights they'll share before she leaves this life forever -- is not weak. It is strength.

The tears of Christ are the pity of God. The gentleness of Jesus is the long-suffering of God. The tenderness of Jesus is the love of God. "He that hath seen Me hath seen the Father.

O kiss me into faintness sweet and dim!

Tenderness will win hearts so hardened that nothing else can move them. Truth spoken in love goes directly to the heart of the hearer and calls forth a kind response…. It overcomes prejudice and hardness.… It melts and wins where the most logical argument, the most terrible warning, and the severest threatening would produce no more impression than the falling of dew upon a block of granite.

I love seeing my husband hold our daughter and just give her kisses, unsolicited kisses. When he doesn't know that I'm watching or when I come into the room and I look over and he's just kissing her forehead or kissing her cheek. He loves her so much, and I love his love for her.