Quotes About Tenderness

The first time you hear the word "Daddy," I don't care who you are, your heart just melts.

Ein Kuss ist eine Sache, für die man beide Hände braucht.

Would she cry, and wish that she had the right to put her arms around his neck and comfort him?

The thought that I'd frightened someone I felt only tenderness for made it far worse.

I loved you already then.

and I held him, like love, in my arms.

Earlier, I'd held her papa in one arm and her mama in the other. Each soul was so soft.

Her fingertips are made of love. When she speaks, her voice is made of love.

In the hall, Papa hugged her. She desperately needed it.

There isn't an agony in the world more powerful than tenderness

A good father loves his daughter with no strings attached. He is available. He is both strong and tender. Being big and strong doesn't mean being separate from one's feelings; to the contrary, it means being very much in touch with them. Women who experienced fathers like that know that a strong man can cry, and that a man who can cry can also be very strong.

The fact that something so fragile, so unbearably tender had survived, had been allowed to exist, was a miracle.

What was it that gave Ammu this Unsafe Edge? This air of unpredictability? It was what she had battling inside her. An unmixable mix. The infinite tenderness of motherhood and the reckless rage of a suicide bomber.

The infinite tenderness of motherhood and the reckless rage of a suicide bomber. It was this that grew inside her, and eventually led her to love by night the man her children loved

An unmixable mix. The infinite tenderness of motherhood and the reckless rage of a suicide bomber.

The moth on Rahel's heart lifted a downy leg. Then put it back. Its little leg was cold. A little less her mother loved her.

We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit.

Fair, fair, what's fair, you think? Is fair you want, look in god's face.' My mother was busily dropping onions into the tin. She paused, and turning around, held my puffy face up, her hand beneath my chin. Her eyes so sharp and furious before, now just looked tired and sad.

You should have held me tight. You should have grabbed me and held on.

her face lay still on the air under his face...

Vatra je moja nežnost, jer an?eo i zver u moju dušu padoše zagrljeni...

Sam looked at me soft. And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms. And she kissed my cheek and whispered so nobody could hear. I love you.

I kissed her, just a gentle brush of my lips across hers. It was like swallowing a tiny drop of something incredibly sweet.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.