Quotes About Tenderness

love you, honey," he said, and kissed my cheek. I smirked

The love she felt was so hard that she had to squeeze him to her until her arms were tired.

The world that jibes your tenderness Jails your lust.

This was how God had intended it to be. A precious gift. A sacred oneness. I love you. He said the words in the way he held her, his rock hard arms so gentle they felt like air around her. I love you. His hands told her-not merely touching her, but worshiping her.

You have never kissed me. Patted me, hugged me, but you've never kissed me. Oh, Rosie, Rosie. His face looked on the point of laughter, then his lips fell gently on hers and he held the kiss for some time. Now, pressing her face from him, he said That's merely an introduction. When your cheek is better I'll do it properly.

Flowers tell us about the delicacy and tenderness and whimsical poignant hopefulness of the earth. They tell us about this unexpected unnecessary beauty that takes us off our guard and bursts through our cynicism every year

Hugh was a man who could stroke magic from a guitar as fluidly as he did from her body. A man who tenderly held a child when doing so exposed old grief.

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.

Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.

Ladies: You have to support an infant with a hand under its head.

When I'm romantic, I'll make minted lamb. Yeah, man, I do have my romantic moments.

He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears...

Men are too often harsh with women they love or have loved; women with men. And yet these harshnesses are tenderness itself when compared with the universal harshness out of which they grow; the harshness of the position towards the temperament, of the means towards the aims, of to-day towards yesterday, of hereafter towards to-day.

But you are too lovely even to care to be kind as others are.

Angel, who was filling the vats with his handful, suddenly ceased, and laid his hands flat upon hers. Her sleeves were rolled far above the elbow, and bending lower he kissed the inside vein of her soft arm.

the impetuosity of passion unrequited is bearable, even if it stings and anathematizes—there is a triumph in the humiliation, and a tenderness in the strife. This was what she had been expecting, and what she had not got. To be lectured because the lecturer saw her in the cold morning light of open-shuttered disillusion was exasperating.

Her love was entire as a child's, and though warm as summer it was as fresh as spring.

The insulation of his heart by reserve during these many years, without a channel of any kind for disposable emotion, had worked its effect. It has been observed more than once that the causes of love are chiefly subjective, and Boldwood was a living testimony to the truth of the proposition. No mother existed to absorb his devotion, no sister for his tenderness, no idle ties for sense. He became surcharged with the compound, which was genuine lover's love.

E poi disse la cosa più sottile, l'astuto seduttore: disse questo, che l'amante è più divino dell'amato perché Dio è nel primo ma non nell'altro – forse il pensiero più tenero che sia mai stato pensato e dal quale sgorga la malizia e la più segreta voluttà del desiderio.

he reached out and took her hand, overcome by a shocking tenderness. For a moment he was struck dumb at a habit of hers he saw now for the first time, how whenever she looked up from whatever she was doing, even unwrapping a sandwich in the front seat of a car, she always looked up smiling. He wondered if anybody had ever noticed it before.

Love! Love! Your tenderness, Your beautiful, watchful ways

Do you feel in this letter my love for you today - It is as warm as a bird's nest.

Oh,' said the little girl, 'my head's on your heart; I can hear it going. What a big heart you've got, father dear.

Yes, madam, it was all left to me. Oh, she did look sweet. I did her hair, soft-like, round her forehead, all in dainty