Quotes About Tenderness

He caught one of her hands and turned his face into it, kissing her palm

It wasn't when his hands had gone 'round her upper arms to steady her.

She stared down at him. He was gazing at her with such obvious love and devotion, she hardly knew what to do. It seemed to surround her, embrace her, and she knew that this was poetry, this was music. This was love.

Anthony stared at her for a long moment, his eyes locking with hers until he felt they must be one person. Then, with a shaking hand, he cupped the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her. His lips worshiped hers, offering her every ounce of love and devotion and reverence and prayer that he felt in his soul.

She was here, with him, and she felt like heaven. The soft scent of her hair, the slight taste of salt on her skin— she was, he thought, born to rest in the shelter of his arms. And he was born to hold her. -Benedict's thoughts

If you are birthed into a particular paradigm that serves you, what would compel you to look outside? The mind is a seductive labyrinth camouflaging a cage. An apologist is a traitor of the highest order. For what is sadism but tenderness disgraced?

Tu piel junto a mi piel, eso es lenguaje.

LA lluvia tiene un vago secreto de ternura, Algo de soñolencia resignada y amable. Una música humilde se despierta con ella Que hace vibrar el alma dormida del paisaje.

se sentaba en una mecedora a vigilarlo, a contemplarlo. A darle brillo de amor con sus ojos alertas.

Cand am cerut-o in casatorie, Alice mi-a dat acest raspuns plin de tandrete, de romantism, de finete, de frumusete, de blandete si de poezie: - Nu.

Los vulgares rasgos de ternura -una mano apretada, una flor guardada en un libro-, todo era nuevo para mí, todo me encantaba.

All is full of love

Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, and just wanted to go to sleep forever?

Our heads met, our eyes crossed paths, the window to the courtyard lay open, I whispered in his ear and he started crying in my hair, wept like a child, I stroked him, touched by his crying, that he opened up, as he truly was, rent his shirt and exposed his heart like the paintings of Jesus hung over the beds in country houses.

A o?i so vse na Julki. In vse klopi zadržujejo dih, da bi bile vse o?i še bolj tesno pri njem. Kakor da bodo iz njih, iz o?i, vsak hip zaplavale otroške dlani kot golobje peruti in privzdignile njeno telo in mu zamanjšale bole?ine. Njene o?i pa so žametno in vlažno mehke, ker se njena stopala ne dotikajo poda. Rožnat trak, ki povezuje kiti, pa ?epi na kavlju kot metulj z razprtimi krili.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives it its sweetness: it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

We move to the dance floor. We face each other. She puts one hand on my shoulder and the other hand in mine. We start to dance. At some point Ema moves closer. She rests her head on my shoulder. I barely move. I barely breath. I just want this moment to last.

I willed myself to stay awake, but the rain was so soft and the room was so warm and his voice was so deep and his knee was so snug that I slept.

How much do you love me?' Midori asked. 'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said.

Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.

Whenever I got home late, I'd always go to my son's room first, to see his sleeping face. Sometimes I was seized by a desire to squeeze him so hard he might break.

It was a small soft hand. I thought my heart might break in two.

There should be a democracy of voices in literature. There are people who live with a kind of striving and with a certain kind of tenderness - it's not an unusual thing - and maybe that's not written about enough.

You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.