Quotes About Tenderness

Before I could answer, Conrad said, "She's fine, and now it's time for bed. Good night, Belly.

There's a Korean word my grandma taught me. It's called jung. It's the connection between two people that can't be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can't ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them. I think this must be some part of what I feel for Genevieve. Jung is why I can't hate her. We're tied.

Peter'? o kadar seviyordum ki a?layabilirdim.

I have to admit, it's not a bad feeling, having a boy sweep you along, usher you through crowds. It's the feeling of being cared for. It's kind of like walking in a dream.

Hay una palabra coreana que me enseñó mi abuela. Se llama jung. Es un vínculo entre dos personas que no puede cortarse, incluso cuando el amor se convierte en odio. Sigues conservando esos antiguos sentimientos por esa persona; no puedes librarte de ellos por completo; siempre guardarás un poco de ternura en tu corazón por esa persona.

Once when he was still young, I saw a bit of his scalp showing through his hair and I was afraid. But it was just a cowlick. Now sometimes it shows through for real, but I feel only tenderness.

I'm starting to miss him. The warm hum of his body next to me in bed. Certain little jokes and kindnesses. A kind of credit or goodwill, extended and extended again and again whether or not you deserve it.

Hard to believe I used to think love was such a fragile business. Once when he was still young, I saw a bit of his scalp showing through his hair and I was afraid. But it was just a cowlick. Now sometimes it shows through for real, but I feel only tenderness.

Once when she was just learning to talk, I ran my hand across her face, naming every part of it. Later, when I put her in the crib, she called me back. First, she asked for water, then for milk, then for kisses. "It hurts. Don't go," she said. "What does? What hurts, sweetie?" She paused. "My eyelashes.

Zachary leaned in, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he pressed his cheek to mine and held it there. It felt more intimate than a kiss.

Don't move," he breathed, softer than ever. Logan slowly wrapped his fingers around my hand.

Logan. Touching.

I like cats.... When I meet a cat, I say, "Poor Pussy!" and stoop down and tickle the side of its head; and the cat sticks up its tail in a rigid, cast-iron manner, arches its back, and wipes its nose up against my trousers; and all is gentleness and peace.

El beso estremeció su piel.

For a long time, they leaned against the wall, foreheads pressed together, breathing matched. They were one body, bound by the passion they'd shared. Mariah didn't think she'd felt so close to a lover before. As if he sensed those deeper thoughts, John kissed her cheek with such gentleness that it brought tears to her eyes and withdrew from her.

What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!

How various is a face; but an hour ago it was strange and it is now touched with a tenderness that comes, not from it, but from out of the night, the world and the blood, all these things seem to shine in it together.

Non può essere del tutto scomparsa, quella tenerezza che ci turbava il sangue, quell'incertezza, quell'inquietudine di ciò che doveva giungere, i mille volti dell'avvenire, la melodia dei sogni e dei libri, il fruscio lontano, il presentimento della donna: non può essere scomparso tutto questo sotto il fuoco tambureggiante, nella disperazione, nei bordelli di truppa.

Es neuzdr?kst?jos vi?u nosk?pst?t. Vi?a st?v?ja tuvu jo tuvu, ta?u tik sastingusi, ka, lik?s, var?tu sal?zt, ja vi?ai pieskartos.

Angel? he whispered in the dark. Yes? What does it feel like to love someone? A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. It feels like this. That's what I thought. -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark

I loved to take her hair down and she sat on the bed and kept very still, except suddenly she would dip down to kiss me while I was doing it, and I would take out the pins and lay them on the sheet and it would be loose and I would watch her while she kept very still and then take out the last two pins and it would all come down and she would drop her head and we would both be inside of it, and it was the feeling of inside a tent or behind a falls.

I put my arm around her and felt our hearts beating through our sweaters and I brought my right hand up and felt her neck smooth and the hair thick against it under my fingers that were shaking.

You dear, brave sweet.

Then we ate even smaller eels alone cooked in oil and as tiny as bean sprouts and curled in all directions and so tender they disappeared in the mouth without chewing.