Quotes About Tenderness

Annie kissed each of the little

When tenderness softened her heart, and the sublime feeling of universal love penetrated her, she found no voice that replied so well to hers as the gentle singing of the pines under the air of noon, and the soft murmurs of the breeze that scattered her hair and freshened her cheek, and the dashing of the waters that has no beginning or end.

He strove to shelter her, as a fair exotic is sheltered by the gardener, from every rougher wind, and to surround her with all that could tend to excite pleasurable emotion in her soft and benevolent mind.

kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.

I love you very tenderly. Remember me with affection, should you never hear from me again.

She moved her hand and let it rest against his. He did not withdraw his fingers and he did not pretend indifference. She bent over, holding his hand, not raising it from his knee, and she pressed her lips to his hand. Her hat fell off, he saw the blond head at his knees, he felt her mouth kissing his hand again and again. His fingers held hers, answering, but that was the only answer.

She sat looking at him as she always did; her glance had tenderness without scorn and sadness without pity.

My little girls can break my heart. They can make me cry just looking at them eating their string beans.

She laid the side of her face against his frail old heart, where the pink shell of her ear could capture whatever song it had left.

What I want is so simple I almost can't say it: elementary kindness.

smoochie kiss.

I remember both of us becoming tearful on that day, not so much because of the insights, but because of the increased sense of reverence we had for each other. We discovered that even seemingly trivial things often have roots in deep emotional experiences. To deal only with the superficial trivia without seeing the deeper, more tender issues is to trample on the sacred ground of another's heart.

People are very tender, very sensitive inside. I don't believe age or experience makes much difference. Inside, even within the most toughened and calloused exteriors, are the tender feelings and emotions of the heart.

Inevitably, anytime we are too vulnerable we feel the need to protect ourselves from further wounds. So we resort to sarcasm, cutting humor, criticism—anything that will keep from exposing the tenderness within. Each partner tends to wait on the initiative of the other for love, only to be disappointed but also confirmed as to the rightness of the accusations made.

The essence of all beauty, I call love.

I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her.

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

Compassion is the greatest form of love humans have to offer.

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

Love is perfect kindness.

You know what love is? It is all kindness, generosity.

Tenderness is the infancy of love.

I would not look upon anger as something foreign to me that I have to fight... I have to deal with my anger with care, with love, with tenderness, with nonviolence.

Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?