Quotes About Tenderness

Very slowly Elizabeth leaned forward until her forehead rested on his shoulder, shuddering with pleasure and relief at the feel of him, at his smell.

She couldn't think straight. There was her home, her job, her way of life but the deep tenderness of his kiss reawakened her heart, dispelling all clouds and hurts and fears. She belonged to Andrew now and for ever and the singing within her was so loud and joyous that it all but quelled the little unease that was left.

He held her close against him so that she could feel the beating of his heart. He did not attempt to kiss her and when he released her he did it gently, holding on to her hand and smiling down into her eyes. It was a moment she felt she would remember all her life.

You took my empty dreams And filled them every one With tenderness and nobleness, April and the sun. The old empty dreams Where my thoughts would throng Ae far too full of happiness To even hold a song. Oh, the empty dreams were dim And the empty dreams were wide, They were sweet and shadowy houses Where my thoughts could hide.

desolate with the knowledge that she could not face life without the terrible strength of the weak, the gentle, the tender hearted.

Los besos en el cuerpo hacen llorar. Diríase que consuelan.

Les pires exemples de férocité ne servent jamais qu'à durcir chez l'auditeur quelques fibres de plus, et comme le cÅ"ur humain a déjà à peu près la mollesse d'une pierre, je ne crois pas nécessaire de travailler plus dans ce sens. (p. 140)

Real men don't kiss with the gentleness of a butterfly's wing.

Some men know how to love a woman, and some men don't. Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.

his [Mark Scrutton's] was the intelligent and selfless tenderness that is ever seeking to promote the comfort and well-being of the beloved.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

Why do I love the thought of you old? That first twinge of arthiritis in your knee is a thing I imagine with all the tenderness I felt when you showed me your loose tooth. I wish I could help you carry the weight of many years. But the Lord will have that fatherly satisfaction.

Las referencias feroces, aunque vagas, que escuchaba en boca de los cadetes, estimulaban su imaginación. En sueños, el nombre se presentaba dotado de atributos carnales, extraños y contradictorios, la mujer era siempre la misma y distinta, una presencia que se desvanecía cuando iba a tocarla o lo sumía en una ternura infinita y entonces creía morir de impaciencia.

Sólo los enamorados se abstraen así ?se acercó a él y le revolvió los cabellos?. Baja de la luna, sobrino.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

A vast tenderness swept him, and a great reverence. Now she belonged to him and her face was his to shield. In regret and joy he draped her, his personal Torah, which now must be returned to the ark to await their covenant.

softness overcomes hardness.

I do have a heart, you see. I've got plenty of heart. I'm a fucking sentimental guy – once you get to know me. Show me a hurt puppy, or a long-distance telephone service commercial, or a film retrospective of Ali fights or Lou Gehrig's last speech and I'll weep real tears. I am a bastard, when crossed, though, no question.

True love, true friendship, true benevolence, true tenderness, were beautiful to her,—qualities on which she could descant almost with eloquence; and therefore she was always shamming love and friendship and benevolence and tenderness.

Can it be so? Can I again enjoy my pure, free will, my own unfettered thoughts: and wake once more to life's delicious perils? Can it be so? And yet what ails me now, that I am restless as a captive bird, and feel myself a slave? Do I not love him fondly as heroine ever loved her hero? Truly I love him, know his virtues well, honour him above all men. He is one, on whose kind breast a woman's tenderness and timid love may safely lean for shelter.

Abby," he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. "I love you." A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close. As he bent around her, he whispered, "I've loved you so long, I can't remember what it's like to not love you. And I'll go to my grave loving you. You're my everything.

Caro sat without speaking, turning toward him her look that was neither sullen nor expectant but soberly attentive; and, once, a glance in which tenderness and apprehension were great and indivisible, giving unbearable, excessive immediacy to the living of these moments. Paul had seen that look before, when they first lay down together at the inn beyond Avebury Circle.

He's so butter-soft you can apply him to a third-degree burn.

I have so much love in me that I would like to cry;