Quotes About Tenderness

This is not a letter but my arms about you for a brief moment.

can begin tending to the soft spots of your own tender heart, causing a bittersweet breakthrough in your ability to love yourself even when someone else refuses to. When you use the sheer force of your sorrow to crack open your heart, it promises to drop you down into a deeper capacity for compassion and care for all living beings. You become initiated into your own humanity

A shepherdess makes quite a mess, but little lambs are lovely.

She looked at his young face, so full of concern and tenderness; and she remembered why she had run away from everyone else and sought solitude here. She yearned to kiss him, and she saw the answering longing in his eyes. Every fiber of her body told her to throw herself into his arms, but she knew what she had to do. She wanted to say, I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage; but instead she said: "I think I'm going to marry Alfred.

As pastor and martyr Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote, "Nothing is so cruel as the tenderness that consigns another to his sin. Nothing can be more compassionate than the severe rebuke that calls a brother back from the path of sin."[2] Those

To nije ništa opasno, zar ne zlato moje. Ispunjena nježnoš?u privila je dijete na grudi..barem ste vi malo dražesno ?udo.

Rudeness, abruptness, gory tales of blood and thunder, and coarse language usually show up the greenhorn or counterfeit, and certainly the ill-bred. "The bravest are the tenderest; the gentlest are the daring.

She touched her hand to his cheek, and he turned toward her, his arms coming around her to draw her close, his cheek pressed to the side of her hair. She felt his chest lift against hers as he drew in a ragged breath and held her tight. And then he said the words she'd long thought she'd never hear. "God, how I love you, Hero. So much. So much...

Do you know,' he said quietly. 'I think a baby's hand is the most beautiful thing in the world.

It warmed Erica's heart

Una obra tremendista (...) ha de retratar el mundo con una cruel y descarnada sinceridad; ha de contar siempre toda la verdad (...) ha de ser clara como el aire de las montañas; caritativa con los bienaventurados que sufren en silencio, tierna como una loba amamantando a un niño, honesta sin tabú ni juegos de palabras, y valerosa y arrojada como un héroe adolescente y enloquecido.

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.

And suddenly I just need to hold his hand more than I've ever needed anything in this world.

Creo que eres el tipo de persona que encuentra dinero en el suelo y lo mueve en el aire y pregunta si alguien lo ha perdido. Creo que lloras en películas que ni siquiera son tristes porque tienes un corazón tierno, aunque no lo muestras. Creo que haces cosas que te asustan, y eso te hace más valiente que esos adictos a la adrenalina que hacen saltos en bungee desde los puentes.

I repeat the words that I wish someone would say to me, and then suddenly we are kissing. I taste his grief and his need and his tears and my tears.

Galen cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand, his thumb caressing the rise of satin-covered bone. She trembled, but didn't pull away.

For pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.

A good groom will rather stroke than strike.

Her eyes changed and her face went soft. I saw something there that I'd seen that afternoon in the planetarium, a certain tenderness tinged with sorrow—a depth of feeling that seemed at odds with her youth and beauty, but that also seemed to mirror my own feelings, feelings I hardly recognized in myself until I saw them in her.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you." He squeezed my hand with his warm fingers. "Smooth," Jynx murmured.

Misery had certainly given her energy, a sense of identity, a powerful questing will. It was even impressive. His part however was to be lucid and disappointing and cold. The least tenderness or excitement, the least foothold in his heart, and he and she would both be in danger.

His eyes closed now, and for a long time they sat quietly thus. Such was their lovemaking.

Tenderness and absolute trust and communication and truth matter more and more as one grows older. Somehow let us not waste love, it is rare. Can we not love each other at last in freedom, without awful possessiveness and violence and fear? Love matters, not 'in love'. Let there be no more partings now. Let there be peace between us now forever, we are no longer young. Love me, love me enough.