Quotes About Tenderness

Ranchers are midwives, hunters, nurturers, providers, and conservationists all at once. What we've interpreted as toughness—weathered skin, calloused hands, a squint in the eye and a growl in the voice—only masks the tenderness inside.

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to came are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to come are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

Love is effortless attention.

If you kiss someone on the back of the neck, it spreads.

Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep.

I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.

The feeling of love comes with a certain warmth to fragile heart.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

Perhaps I love you because of how beautiful you are in my world.

There is nothing around me but, Love, Love, Love.

And that's an even greater love: to love somebody when he's a little...worn at the edges. —Teddy Bear

He felt a very great tenderness, such as one feels with a beautiful child, and with it the same selfish unreasonable urge to protect it from all the things it does not know yet, not because of saving it hurt, but to keep it beautiful.

A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart, and went coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of, or would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory..

In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

Lips kissed, kissing kissed.

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place. They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured. He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment, he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment.

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no other word tender enough to be your name?

Love loves to love love

Generous tears filled Gabriel's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman but he knew that such a feeling must be love.

It was a long time before Mildred could bring herself to send Veda to bed. She wanted to keep her there, to warm herself in this sunny, carefree friendliness that had never been there before. When the time finally came, she took Veda in herself, and helped her undress, and put her in bed, and held her tight for a moment, still ecstatic at the miracle that had come to pass.

I want to be surrounded by women, I want to be snuggled and cuddled and pampered.