Quotes About Tenderness

Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.

It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.

Seeing you lights up my day, to hear your voice makes me smile all cheesy, to see you smile makes my heart all warm and fuzzy, when you say I love you makes my body weak.

Love is the white light of emotion.

Romance is about the little things - small loving gestures, hugs, saying 'I love you' (and meaning it), and sincere compliments.

...and he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, little by little by little.

The one word love means too little for what it is. It doesn't communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.

People like to hear the word 'love.'

You who have received so much love, share it with others. Love others the way that God has loved you, with tenderness.

What other thing, Eve?" "I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

"The Notebook" is one of my favorite love stories.

Love is the piety of the affections.

Beauty is not beauty without love.

My favorite movies are love stories.

In every form of womanly love something of motherly love also comes to light.

Love makes all hard hearts gentle.

When it's cold & dark at night, and we're alone together, I long to take you in my arms, and cuddle you forever.

Now I am almost entirely love.

That kind of discipline whose pungent severity is in the manifestations of paternal love, compassion, and tenderness is the most sure of its object.

He had an affectionate heart. He must love somebody.

If you can make someone tear up a little bit and feel something in their throat, those are the best kinds. That generally means that there's got to be some love in there.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.

And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it