Quotes About Tenderness

There was apparently nothing extraordinary in what she said, but what unutterable meaning there was for him in every sound, in every turn of her lips, her eyes, her hand as she said it! There was entreaty for forgiveness, and trust in him and tenderness--soft, timid tenderness--and promise and hope and love for him, which he could not but believe in and which choked him with happiness.

His mother, a dried-up old lady with black eyes and ringlets, screwed up her eyes, scanning her son, and smiled slightly with her thin lips. Getting up from the seat and handing her maid a bag, she gave her little wrinkled hand to her son to kiss, and lifting his head from her hand, kissed him on the cheek.

and above all, her smile, which carried him into a fairyland where he felt softened and filled with tenderness as he remembered feeling on rare occasions in his early childhood.

Will the freshness, unconcern, need for love and strength of faith you posses as a child ever return? What time could have been better than when the two finest virtues - innocent gaiety and a limitless need for love - were life's only impulses? Where are those ardent prayers? Where is the best gift - those pure tears of tenderness? A comforting angel would fly down to dry those tears with a smile and waft sweet reveries into the uncorrupted imagination of childhood.

He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.

We spoke so that we could become tender. It was not the kind of tenderness which follows passion, but the kind which follows failure.

Prayer makes the soul tender.

hands, gently toying with her sensitive nipples. Gasping, she sagged against him, knowing he wouldn't let her fall. One strong hand slid down her side to her hip, where he grasped her possessively; then he pushed her back to lean against the wall. Kissing his way down her neck and nuzzling into the hollow of her throat, he murmured tender, sexy promises, the hunger in his voice making

Since I had no words to bring the woman I loved so much, I gave her all my tenderness.

Strong to my enemies, tender to those I loved and respected. That's what I wanted to be. Soon I would have to put these abilities to the test. But for the moment, I was happy.

Be soft, be kind, be warm – you'll be happy.

Personal violence did not come naturally to Eliot; in fact he had found it distasteful. What could he say, he was a sensitive individual, fate had blessed and cursed him with a tender heart.

He only had time to feel all the tenderness he had ever felt for her surge up in one infinitely concentrated instant - and to be surprised that it was all still there, moist and intact beneath the unsightly scorched layer of his anger...

Lord, give us the wisdom to utter words that are gentle and tender, for tomorrow we may have to eat them.

Tears come to your eyes, and you feel such a rush of tenderness and pity that you stop beside a lamppost and hang on for support.

I love you, Elizabeth. I've always loved you since you were . . ." And he kissed her.

She had a sweet voice, a voice with a warm and tender quality. This was strange, because her face was cold, as though warmth and tenderness were dead in her.

The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love's fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.

She wanted to kiss the hesitation of his throat.

If I am a wound would love be my salve? If I am speechless would love be a mouth?

Wees minnaar van een ziel.

I thought I saw Anny smiling. I try to refresh my memory: I need to feel all the tenderness that Anny inspires; it is there, this tenderness, it is near me, only asking to be born. But the smile does not return: it is finished. I remain dry and empty.

So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you'll see how nice I can be.

Aujourd'hui encore, je ne puis voir sans plaisir un enfant trop sérieux parler gravement, tendrement à sa mère enfant; j'aime ces douces amitiés sauvages qui naissent loin des hommes et contre eux. Je regarde longuement ces couples puérils et puis je me rappelle que je suis un homme et je détourne la tête.