Quotes About Tenderness

I suppose there is something in a woman's nature that makes a man free to break down before her and express his feelings on the tender or emotional side without feeling it derogatory to his manhood.

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am amaze, and not at ease then; but she is so bright and tender and thoughtful for me that I forget all fear.

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.

We are so good at killing each other, she thought. Yet we fail so miserably at love.

Without suffering, there's no happiness. So we shouldn't discriminate against the mud. We have to learn how to embrace and cradle our own suffering and the suffering of the world, with a lot of tenderness.

Treat your anger with the utmost respect and tenderness, for it is no other than yourself.

For a time he watched the Captain's unconscious face, reading it with great tenderness and utmost attention, like a mother with an infant. His words said, Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose? And they said, But I'm glad it's you, little prince. I'm glad it's you. He put out his huge hand and, with a feather touch, stroked the sleeping lips.

Treat your anger with the utmost respect and tenderness, for it is no other than yourself. Do not suppress it—simply be aware of it. Awareness is like the sun. When it shines on things, they are transformed. When you are aware that you are angry, your anger is transformed. If you destroy anger, you destroy the Buddha, for Buddha and Mara are of the same essence. Mindfully dealing with anger is like taking the hand of a little brother.

I would not look upon anger as something foreign to me that I have to fight... I have to deal with my anger with care, with love, with tenderness, with nonviolence.

If you feel irritation or depression or despair, recognize their presence and practice this mantra: Dear one, I am here for you. You should talk to your depression or your anger as you would to a child. You embrace it tenderly with the energy of mindfulness and say, Dear one, I know you are there, and I am going to take care of you, just as you would with your crying baby.

You should have a chance to observe him when he sleeps. Look deeply, and see the tenderness that is revealed, the suffering, the hope, the despair that can be expressed during sleep. Sit there for fifteen minutes or half an hour, and just look. Understanding and compassion will arise in you, and you will know how to be there for your partner.

The best position for practicing this is lying down. You focus your attention on a part of your body, such as your heart. As you breathe in, you become aware of your heart, and as you breathe out, you smile towards it. You send it your love, your tenderness.

Kindness is a sort of love without being love.

I want to be kissed by the people I love.

Kissing is like hugging with your lips.

He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he's trying not to laugh.

And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.

The man was a walking dichotomy. Those powerful neck-snapping, knife-throwing hands that did murder without pause were equally capable of tenderness and delicacy.

Women fight differently from men. You couldn't get me to hurt a woman's breasts for anything. I know how tender my own are when I'm PMSing. Besides, we feed babies with them.

Turn your head for me and I'll kiss you as a woman should be kissed.

She squirmed in his embrace, slipping around in his arms to face him. He smiled at her, one of those lazy, melting smiles he gave so rarely, and kissed her.

It's go time.' He takes my elbow and gentles me down the planks with such tenderness that I am suddenly very afraid. But there's no sense making the plunge slow and unbearable. I take a running leap down the pier- ... -and launch over the water. It's my favorite moment: when I'm one toe away from flight and my body takes over. The choice is made, but the consequence is still just an inky shimmer beneath me. And I'm flying, I'm rushing to meet my own reflection-

Manor laid his head straight on the beating heart. His lips searched for the gently swelling mound above the heart, which was set in motion by the heartbeat. There Manor began to suckle, longing and thirsting, like a baby on a mother's breast.