Quotes About Tenderness

Babe," Ranger said, wrapping his arms around me, gathering me close to him.

He wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulled me to him, and kissed me. The kiss was warm and short.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it. "I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but there

You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.

That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

You must find... someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered, someone whose fingers are a poem.

Work on with the intrepidity of a lion but at the same time with the tenderness of a flower.

Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone.

Love, tenderness, and compassion are universal human emotions that have long quickened the heart and informed the spirit.

I know when I'm around someone I love, I turn into a complete... Oh my God, I'm going to say it... a melt!

My idea of romance is pretty old school.

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

Rugged and straightforward as he was, there was something in his nature that was purely feminine in its tenderness

The Noblest form of Affection

El dolor es una herida que sangra en cuanto la roza cualquier mano que no sea la del amor, y que sangra, aunque ya sin sufrir cuando esta la toca.

Malevolence, like love, needs few words.

He picked up one of the dead bats and covered it with his handkerchief. 'Somebody's mother,' he murmured reverently.

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss which falls from our invincible heights to show the fire and the tenderness of a true love.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without complexities or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Como un vaso albergaste la infinita ternura