Quotes About Tenderness

I think that here lies the sense of literary creation: to portray ordinary objects as they will be reflected in the kindly mirrors of future times; to find in the objects around us the fragrant tenderness that only posterity will discern and appreciate in the far-off times when every trifle of our plain everyday life will become exquisite and festive in its own right: the times when a man who might put on the most ordinary jacket of today will be dressed up for an elegant masquerade.

at the peak of this human agonised, selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again - and "oh no," Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure - all would be shattered

Para mí, una obra de ficción sólo existe en la medida en que me proporciona lo que llamaré, lisa y llanamente, placer estético, es decir, la sensación de que es algo, en algún lugar, relacionado con otros estados de ánimo en que el arte (curiosidad, ternura, bondad, éxtasis) es la norma.

She thought (...) of the incalculable amount of tenderness contained in the world; of the fate of this tenderness, which is either crushed, or wasted, or transformed into madness; of neglected children humming to themselves in unswept corners; of beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer and helplessly have to watch the shadow of his simian stoop leave mangled flowers in its wake, as the monstrous darkness approaches.

They must have been glorious time together, those two. And it is hard to believe that the warmth, the tenderness, the beauty of it has not been gathered, and it is not treasured somewhere, somehow, by some immortal witness of mortal life.

Even then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice

Nikolai stroked her cheek, then wrapped her in his embrace. "You're safe," he said tenderly beside her ear. "I've got you, and I'm going to keep you safe.

You are the finest thing I've ever touched. I want to be careful with you. Hunter, Deeper Than Midnight, Lara Adrian

For us. Kellan, you have to promise me you'll give me that chance-" "I can't promise you that, Mira. I can't promise to put you through any more hurt or distress than I already have." He took her face between his palms, tenderly smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks and her trembling mouth. "But I will promise you this: I love you. God, I always have.

Tegan rodó con ella sobre la cama, suavemente acomodándola debajo de su cuerpo que ya despertaba. Miró a sus ojos lavandas viéndolo con tanto amor y eso simplemente lo desarmó. La besó lentamente, con sinceridad y ternura. "Ya estoy en casa" le dijo con esa voz grave y ronca por la emoción, mientras la presionaba debajo de él. "Éste es el único hogar que siempre voy a necesitar".

You are the finest thing I've ever touched.

You have to be gentle with the young, W. says. They're a gentle generation, like fauns, he says, and require a special tenderness. Their lives are going to be bad--very bad--and, at the very least, we should be tender with them, and not remind them of what is to come.

She knelt at the side of my bed, kissed my cheek, and I woke, rubbed my eyes, looked up at her dreamily. The hall light shone in my eyes. There was a halo in her hair. It must have been that Tupperware bowl on her head.

of hair around a slender finger.

From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.

face. She gently

Three months after Rachel was born, Lou admitted smuggling her into church. "It wasn't my fault," she said, after she'd confessed. "I was compelled." "What do you mean, compelled?" Andy had asked, annoyed, betrayed, but also consumed by tenderness the way he always was when he watched Louisa breast-feed.

His knuckles slid down, grazing my cheek.

When I was a girl I loved fevers and flus and the muzzy feeling of a head cold, all these states carrying with them the special accoutrements of illness, the thermometer with its lovely line of red mercury, the coolness of ice chips pressed to a sweaty forehead, and best of all, a distant mother coming to your bedside with tea.

Being a mother means knowing the luxuriousness of giving comfort, bringing the slack body up, holding her close; she melts into your form, which is, when all is said and done, still your form.

More than once she'd seen Pearl lean over carelessly to fix Moody's collar; just the other day, she'd seen Moody reach out to pluck a wayward leaf from Pearl's hair with such tenderness that she could call it nothing other than love.

Love, Hannah decided, would be sweet, like her mother's perfume, and soft as marshmallows.

If you search for awakened heart, if you put your hand through your rib cage and feel for it, there is nothing there except for tenderness. You feel sore and soft, and if you open your eyes to the rest of the world, you feel tremendous sadness.

Intimacy" Even in the dark I think of you— That these shadows have made me long for your touch. Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin, your words tumbling tenderly into my ear. And yet as I pause to consider the gentleness within your voice I realize it is only the sound of my heart—trembling To be next to you.