Quotes About Tenderness

She sits with her lips almost on his and traces the shape of his face with her fingertips

She held his face in her hands and she kissed his jaw and his poor bruised temple, and his lips, and told herself that whatever happened, she would always remember how this felt.

It was always the kindness that would kill you.

in the way her long thin fingers fiddled with a sugar cube, in the way she held his eye when she spoke, in the way he wanted to reach across and tuck a stray wisp of hair back behind her ear.

She gathered the cat up in her arms and held it to her chest as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

Dich bedecken nicht mit Küssen nur einfach mit Deiner Decke (die Dir von der Schulter geglitten ist) daß Du im Schlaf nicht frierst. Später wenn Du erwacht bist das Fenster zumachen und Dich umarmen und Dich bedecken mit Küssen und Dich entdecken.

Squirrelpaw felt fur brush against hers as Stormfur bounded past. He headed straight for Brook, and the two cats touched noses with such tenderness that Squirrelpaw felt a rush of pity. It was all too clear that Stormfur had more heartbreak ahead of him, when the time came to leave the Tribe she-cat for a second time.

With Daisy, Sorreltail, and Ferncloud all busily licking, the kits soon started to stir, letting out faint, whimpering cries. But Daisy didn't look up until all three revived enough to nuzzle into her belly and start suckling.

the soft sparkle in her pale green eyes when she had licked his stinging paws, and his fur began to prickle with a sensation he had not felt before.

She felt the warmth of Bramblestar's check and breathed in his scent.

Like a child, too, he was warm, unaffected, and selfish. He had the combination, irresistible to women, of ruthlessness and tenderness.

He pulled her to him and kissed her softly on the lips. 'You blow me away,' he whispered. 'Ha-ha,' she said, but Travis refused to go along with the pun. 'I'm serious, sweetheart. I've never felt like this before.' His eyes were deep green and so full of love that tears sprang to Lily's eyes. 'Me either.

I love you, Mom." Her mother's eyes were awash with tears. "And I've never loved anyone more than I love you." They hugged for a long time, both of them crying.

with her fingers. "You

stuffed toy from the ground and put it into

I want you by my side not only for red carpet events, but for the nights when we're both exhausted from a long day on set and fall into bed, too tired to do anything but hold hands and fall asleep. I want to kiss the sugar off your lips while you're eating sweets for breakfast. And I want you there to drag into the shower with me to make up for not having the energy to make love to you the night before.

I'd rather have a bleeding heart than a frozen one, or perhaps no heart at all.

I felt hollowed out. My mom's death was not useful. I felt a shot of rage at her, and then imagined those last bloody moments in the house, when she realized it had gone wrong, when Debby lay dying, and it was all over, her unsterling life. My anger gave way to a strange tenderness, what a mother might feel for her child, and I thought, At least she tried. She tried, on that final day, as hard as anyone could have tried. And I would try to find peace in that.

At one point, she probably liked the idea of a daughter. When she was a girl, I bet she daydreamed of being a mother, of coddling, of licking her child like a milk-swelled cat. She has that voraciousness about children. She swoops in on them. Even I, in public, was a beloved child.

And before he leans in, he brushes the sugar from my lips so he can taste me.

it's easy to like pregnant women—they're like ducklings or bunnies or dogs.

She took my hand and offered me a pure, sweet smile, petting my palm, which might have felt better than any touch I'd ever experienced.

Although watching her three children toddle to her, sleep-stained from their nap, rubbing their eyes while they make their way to Mama, little hands touching her knee or arm as if she were home base, as if they knew they were safe... it hurts me sometimes to watch.

Suddenly I realized she was asleep. Exhausted by her flight she had fallen asleep against my shoulder as so many times, in taxis, in buses, on a park-seat. I sat still and let her be. There was nothing to disturb her in the dark church. The candles napped around the virgin, and there was nobody else there. The slowly growing pain in my upper arm where her weight lay was the greatest pleasure I had ever known.