Quotes About Tenderness

There is a rare gentleness in you, the sweeter for its brief appearances.

Threadbare, ravaged by love – as who amongst us is not.

Love that defied trite words or even description, that carried with it tenderness and passion and laughter and friendship. Love that made her eyes sparkle and her breath stop when she saw him and imbued life with more meaning and more purpose.

Saints have to be tough as well as tender because saints are like Christ, and Christ was the toughest and the tenderest man who ever lived.

That's me, man – I'm a lover not a fighter.

In some respects woman is superior to man. She is more tender-hearted, more receptive, her intuition is more intense.

Inside all people there is love, also the need to take care of the other man who is his brother. Inside everyone is a savage, but there is also happening tenderness and compassion.

Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.

In the love of a brave and faithful man there is always a strain of maternal tenderness; he gives out again those beams of protecting fondness which were shed on him as he lay on his mother's knee.

The absence of sentimentalism in Christ's relations with men is what makes His tenderness so exquisitely touching.

To protect creation, to protect every man and every woman, to look upon them with tenderness and love is to open up a horizon of hope.

His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.

Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people. They are born with a little bit of angelshine about them, and though it wears thin sometimes there is always enough left to lasso your heart.

There is strength in kindness.

Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness.

It's amazing the things that you cry at. I cry when I smell my son's hair in the morning. We have a moment of peace and I'll be like, 'Ahhhh! How can you love this much?'

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping.

We, like the Mother of the World, become the compassionate presence that can hold, with tenderness, the rising and passing waves of suffering.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.