Quotes About Tenderness

When he lay down in a pile of rushes and closed his eyes, I crept up to him and carefully covered him in dry leaves so that he would be warm.

Her fingers are cold against his flushed skin. It's nice. He hopes she won't take them away.

He reaches out and touches my hair, traces the hollow of my cheekbone.

Inima unei surori este un diamant de puritate, un noian de tandrete.

I'm quite fond of my grudge. I tend it like a little pet.

When she had first held Jacob in her arms and pressed her lips to his tender, fragile scalp, it had felt as though she were being brought back to life, like a wilting plant being watered.

and she feels a rush of motherly affection for her, so much so that she even considers tucking the blanket under Veronika's chin, except she doesn't want to risk waking her and feeling her affection evaporate.

A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.

His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?

Halfway across the river I hoist myself on the wide parapet, swing my legs over the edge, and look down in the water for Quentin's body. How does a man in Mississippi in the 1920s create a character who feels more alive to a waitress in 1997, remembered with more tenderness, than most of the boys she's ever known? How do you create a character like that?

He seems smaller, his hug without much muscle.

Kept Burning and Distant" You return when you feel like it, like rain. And like rain you are tender, with the rain's inept tenderness. A passion so general I could be anywhere. You carry me out into the wet air. You lay me down on the leaves and the strong thing is not the sex, But waking up alone under the tress after.

Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. "My love is upon you," he whispered…and she knew then that she had won.

Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you." "You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest. "No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream.

Good God, she really did walk in circles. A pang of tenderness centered in Gabriel's chest like an ache. He wanted all her circles to lead back to him.

I can't imagine a sweeter agony, having him so close.

You look like a little girl when you sleep," he murmured. "It makes me want to guard you every minute.

You thought I was peculiar," she said in a muffled voice. His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck. She felt that he was smiling. "Darling love… you are.

Sweet," he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. "Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer." -Jack to Amanda

He approached her with great care. Sinking to his haunches, he contemplated her with immeasurable tenderness and concern. One of his big hands moved, shoving aside some of the books until the space between their bodies was clear. "It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right.

I kissed the top of her head. It smelled wonderful, a combination of baby shampoo and whatever intoxicating pheromone it is that babies rub into their scalps.

Turn soft and lovely anytime you have the chance.

It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender.

He did not think of love as an eternally vigilant, blazing flame, which with its powerful, flickering glow shown into all the peaceful folds of life and in some fantastic way made everything seem bigger and stronger than it was. For him, love was more like the calm, smoldering ember that gives off an even heat from its soft bed of ashes and in the muted twilight tenderly forgets what is distant and makes what is near seem twice as close and twice as intimate.