Quotes About Tenderness

Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?

Do everything in love.

For your kind heart Only.Darling this smile i Never show let make it warm your heart Marty B.M

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

And I swear, she tasted like the sun.

When he opens his mouth to speak, I place a finger on his

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

How beautiful it will be if your heart grows only the flowers of love and kindness.

tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

When there is deep love the heart breathes sentimental sighs.

You are most beautiful when your heart is full of love and your mind is soft and kind.

All is full of love

Is he weeping?" said the one with the softest heart.

There's a certain charm to fragile hearts?

Soft hearts make the universe worth living in.

I want to hold you close, skin on skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation.

Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to die of ecstasy or embarrassment.

If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or--and the outward semblance is the same--crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more. The latter is perhaps the truest theory.

Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person, when the woman has encountered, and lived through, an experience of peculiar severity. If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or--and the outward semblance is the same--crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more.

Softly as brown-eyed Angels rove I will return to thy alcove, And glide upon the night to thee, Treading the shadows silently. And I will give to thee, my own, Kisses as icy as the moon, And the caresses of a snake Cold gliding in the thorny brake. And when returns the livid morn Thou shalt find all my place forlorn And chilly, till the falling night. Others would rule by tenderness Over thy life and youthfulness, But I would conquer thee by fright!

Your writing, she said to me, it's so raw. It's like a sledgehammer, and yet it has humor and tenderness. . . .

My poor Chick-fil-A Sandwich," she says and hugs me.