Quotes About Tenderness

Love is nourished only by sacrifices, and the more a soul refuses natural satisfactions, the stronger and more disinterested becomes her tenderness.

My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.

Real love means loving kindness and compassion, the kind of love that does not have any conditions.

You have to work to keep love alive; you have to protect it and maintain it, just like you would a delicate flower.

The whole of salvation history is the story of God looking for us: he offers us love and welcomes us with tenderness.

A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.

Great compassion penetrates into the marrow of the bone. It is the support of all living beings. Like the love of a parent for an only child, the tenderness of the Compassionate One is all-pervasive.

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing - that's what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.

Love, the most generous passion of the mind The softest refuge innocence can find

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Compassion and love, that's all.

He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.

The only thing that you can never have too much of is love.

Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.

Nothing is too much trouble for Love.

we lingered there for just one more moment, and held each other, and savored the feeling of wanting and being wanted. Loving, and being loved.

Las almas como la de María ignoran el lenguaje mundano del amor; pero se doblegan estremeciéndose á la primera caricia de aquél á quien aman, como la adormidera de los bosques bajo el ala de los vientos.

Piénsame mucho, le dije besando el pelo de su madre y la mano con que lo acomodaba. -¡Ah! ¡Mucho, mucho! Respondió mirándome con aquella ternura e inocencia que tan bien sabían hermanarse en sus ojos.

Por las mañanas Mi pequeñuelo Me despertaba Con un gran beso. Puesto a horcajadas Sobre mi pecho, Bridas forjaba Con mis cabellos. Ebrio él de gozo, De gozo yo ebrio, Me espoleaba Mi caballero: ¡Qué suave espuela Sus dos pies frescos! ¡Cómo reía Mi jinetuelo! Y yo besaba Sus pies pequeños, ¡Dos pies que caben En solo un beso!

porque la vida sin ternura no vale nada.

La Vida sin ternura no vale la gran cosa

Mucho, señora, daría Por tender sobre tu espalda Tu cabellera bravía, Tu cabellera de gualda: Despacio la tendería, Callado la besaría. Por sobre la oreja fina Baja lujoso el cabello, Lo mismo que una cortina Que se levanta hacia el cuello. La oreja es obra divina De porcelana de China. Mucho, señora, te diera Por desenredar el nudo De tu roja cabellera Sobre tu cuello desnudo: Muy despacio la esparciera, Hilo por hilo la abriera