Quotes About Tenderness

A good meal can somewhat repair / The eatings of slight love

Nothing is so fierce but love will soften; nothing so sharp-sighted in other matters but it will throw a mist before its eyes.

You have touched my heart in so many ways with your gentle tenderness, I am lost forever in your love.

When the world wants too much And it feels cold and out of touch It's a beautiful place When you kiss my face from The Woman In Me

I love men, the restlessness of their corrupted souls, the way they hide their heavy, murderous hearts, their sudden delicacies and small shocking acts of tenderness.

In after-life you may have friends--fond, dear friends; but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you which none but a mother bestows.

To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

Touch, touch, touch, touch me love, I'm shaking inside.

Tenderness is total love, whereas justice is only a part of love, though it believes itself, mistakenly, to be the whole.

We were born with four words engraved on our bodies and in our hearts: Love me, hold me.

His fingers have been slowly lacing through my hair.

I'm kissing you because sometimes I can't not kiss you.

The Noblest form of Affection

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

When she's sweet.When she's petite.When she's pretty.She's my color pink!

Pink colors my world with love.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

It cost nothing to be loving.

The best way to love a woman is to let her bloom like a flower so that you can enjoy her beauty without plucking her petals.

I am a gardener of thoughts, and my garden only grows flowers of love.

A person can be so beautiful when the heart is filled with love and the voice shivers with kindness.

Jonathan's eyes closed, and he went quickly into a sleep, with his head on my shoulder.

Dr. Van Helsing, are you mad?" He raised his head and looked at me, and somehow the tenderness of his face calmed me at once. "Would I were!" he said. "Madness were easy to bear compared with truth like this.