Quotes About Tenderness

Tenderly, be not impatient, (Strong is your hold O mortal flesh, Strong is your hold O love.)

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

The less there is of eloquence, the more there is of love.

Heracles' heroic world and Deianeira's warmth and tenderness are mutually exclusive. Sophocles seeks not to vindicate the one against the other, but to dramatize the tragedy of their irreconcilability and their mutual destructiveness.

She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.

I want this music and this dawn and the warmth of your cheek against mine. —R

Hay que endurecerse, pero sin perder la ternura jamás!

Hay que ser duro pero jamas perder la ternura. [It is necessary to be hard but never to lose the tenderness]

He needed Sarah's sweet courtesy, was desperate to suffer through her virginal oohs and aahs, to bask in her fascination. The feel of her smooth hands, with those slender, questing fingers roving over him, was like a healing salve to his battered body and spirit. She amused herself with his chest, rifling through the springy hair, exploring the ridges and valleys until her maneuvers felt as natural as breathing, as though she'd touched him just so a hundred times before.

My favorite place to be is snuggled up in your heart.

For mother's kiss — sweeter this Than any other thing.

I did nothing but comfort my plants, till now their small green cheeks are covered with smiles.

Riches and pomp are not the charm of love. True tenderness makes us separate the love from all that is external to him, and setting aside his position, fortune and employments, consider him merely as himself.

There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.

When he eased, then finally broke that kiss, he then pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, each eye, and finally her forehead. To Eva, it felt almost like a blessing given by the pope and in a way it was, Connall was blessing her with his love. "Right!

Then they kissed each other, and the young girl wept, and gave him a rose but before she gave it to him she pressed a kiss upon it, a kiss so tender and impassioned that the rose spread its petals.

In that book which she and her simple old friend had read so much together, she had seen and taken to her young heart the image of one who loved the little child; and, as she gazed and mused, He had ceased to be an image and a picture of the distant past, and come to be a living, all-surrounding reality. His love enfolded her childish heart with more than mortal tenderness; and it was to Him, she said, she was going, and to his home. But

She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek... Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair. Mr. Bradford beamed.

I love you so much, my fingers hurt!

You didn't crush flowers, you didn't squeeze birds, and you didn't break your mum.

I embraced my mother as well, gently, because I'd outgrown her at age twelve and if I squeezed her too tight, she might snap. You didn't crush flowers, you didn't squeeze birds, and you didn't break your mum.

When she said sweet things in my ear, it would slide right down into my heart

There are many kinds of smiles, each having a distinct character; some announce goodness and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness, and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brighten by their spiritual vivacity. A beautiful smile is to the female countenance what the sunbeam is to the landscape; it embellishes an inferior face and redeems an ugly one.

It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness.