Quotes About Tenderness

I'm a real pushover for animals.

She put all her pride and self-love into making him superior to herself, and not in ruling him. Hearts without tenderness covet dominion, but a true love treasures abnegation, that virtue of strength.

Then, as we desire all the more violently the things we find difficult to obtain, he continued to adore women with that ingenuous tenderness and feline delicacy the secret of which belongs to women themselves, who may, perhaps, prefer to keep the monopoly of it. In point of fact, though women of the world complain of the way men love them, they have little liking themselves for those whose soul is half feminine.

So compose yourself; do not exaggerate your misfortune. A priest whose hair has grown white in the exercise of his functions is not a boy; you will be understood by him to whom every passion has been confided for nearly fifty years now, and who weighs in his hands the ponderous heart of kings and princes. If he is stern under his stole, in the presence of your flowers he will be as tender as they are, and as indulgent as his Divine Master.

You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how." —Clark Gable

Alexandra held out her arms; her son stepped into them and laid his his head, softly, on his mother's chest.

she was as unused to seeing tenderness in a man's eyes as she was to being caught off guard. Admiration? Amusement? Yes. Even desire. But those looks could be leveled at any inanimate object: a beautiful painting, a political cartoon, a French postcard. Tenderness was far more intimate, reserved for beings, not things.

She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin skin of her wrists? The pulse point at her white throat? Or maybe in the sweet hollow between her breasts? Thinking about all of those soft, forbidden places made him feel rampantly, throbbingly male. He wanted to search out those tender spots, bury his nose in them, and lave them with his tongue.

The heart under your heart is not the one you share so readily so full of pleasantry & tenderness it is a single blackberry at the heart of a bramble or else some larger fruit heavy the size of a fist

Begin with the soft smelted upturned heart-shaped mouth made for smiling a smile kept for kindness, tenderness, incapable of malice. Am I going too fast for you? The almond eyes see out through their sleepy epicanthic fold. Trusting and calm, if a flicker from slowness, a further flicker from stupidity. Settled in slow-motion beauty, heart-breaking beauty.

Elijah's hand lifted, and he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered at her cheek. A shiver slid over her. "Are you cold?" Not even a little bit.

It was an eye-opener to Charlotte that she could love somebody in this mad way with a wild sweet tenerness that made everything he touched precious to her.

I think women can be as cruel as men, and men as tender as women, and vice versa.

Keir was almost shocked by the rush of tenderness he felt. "No, dinna be nervous with me." He took her against him, nestling her to his chest. "I would never harm you. You're safer in my arms than anywhere outside them.

Are you hurt, Evie? Look up at me, love. Yes. Sweetheart…did they do you any injury?

Turning, she held her arms out to him in a maternal gesture. McKenna went to her at once, his black head lowering to her soft, round shoulder as he wept.

Hunt immediately adjusted his hold, bracing her easily. "I thought you looked pale," he remarked, gently stroking back a lock of hair that had fallen over her damp face. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Is it just your stomach, or do you hurt somewhere else?

Daisy, love," he whispered, "You're so soft…so dainty…where shall I touch you? Here? Or here…" "There," she sobbed, as his fingers slid to just the right spot. "Yes…oh, there…

They had known each other intimately, as husband and wife, countless times, He had held her with tenderness and passion, but never with such rampant wildness.

After a while McKenna rested on his side to watch her. He seemed to have regained control over himself, though his eyes were still bright with unspoken passion. Aline shook her head with a wistful smile. "No one will ever look at me the way you do. As if you love me with every part of yourself." Slowly he reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "That's how you look at me too.

His face, brooding and saturnine in the shadows, could have belonged to some lesser god in a realm far below Olympus. Powerful, secretive, enigmatic. He turned his head until his lips nudged her palm with a tenderness she knew somehow was reserved for her alone.

Thank you," Emerson said, bowing his head and accepting the box with the tender hands of a parent holding a child. "I am indebted-" "Don't be.This doesn't mean I like you or your politics any better," Heath said gruffly.

He cradled my face in his hands and smiled into my streaming eyes. "Because I know you, Liberty Jones. Don't cry, sweetheart, you're killing me." "I'll make it up to you, I swear—" "Shut up," Gage said tenderly, and kissed me with a blistering heat that made my knees buckle.

What are you thinking?" he asked. "I was just reflecting on how fortunate I am. Even though I only had Amberley for a short time, at least I know that once I was truly loved." His fingers touched the edge of her jaw, stroking delicately. The gentle caress made Livia's heart throb violently. He held her gaze deliberately, his fingertips playing on her skin until he found the tender hollow behind her earlobe. "Anyone would love you.