Quotes About Tenderness

And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it

People tend to forget the significance in the meaning of the word love.

The way you started loving her is the way she should always be loved.

Who fed me from her gentle breast and hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.

I miss your sweet voice whispering in my ear, your strong arms around me, your soft kiss, and your gentle touch. I just... miss you.

For all children, mothers are their first love, their first acquaintance with intimacy, touch, warmth, tenderness, sustenance. Infancy is a conspiracy between mothers and their babies, a bond that fathers can only helplessly witness, denied the profound pleasure and pain of giving birth.

I wanted to wrap her in my arms and brush my eyelashes against hers in butterfly kisses.

In their emancipation women are losing what has always made them emotionally superior to men, their tenderness and essential warmth of heart. It's happening, Jill girl. And men are getting so they don't care, and when that attitude comes to full flower we'll maybe have another Roman holiday on our hands, and another age of glory lost under a pall of ashes—

Her eyes were misting over, her heart was talking on her lips. To need everything when everything is finished. She no longer knew whether she was sad or whether it was hunger. To live like that, head bent forward, chin resting down near her breasts, without muscles, without sinews, without vertebrae. She smiled a martyr's smile for her own benefit: for her wretchedness was also a tenderness, and resignation is not the same as oblivion.

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

Lucy went straight to the pups and gave him a pitying look before she pulled the blanket off with her teeth, settling down heavily. It looked to Josh as if she was lying directly on some of the newborns, but Lucy wiggled and they soon were all nursing again. She lowered her head and sighed with a weariness that Josh felt connected her with all the mothers in history.

There's no such thing as a tough child - if you parboil them first for seven hours, they always come out tender.

Yes, yes, yes, he felt uncontrollable tenderness for his own shit-filled life. And a laughable hunger for more. More defeat! More disappointment! More deceit! More loneliness! More arthritis! More missionaries! God willing, more cunt! More disastrous entanglement in everything. For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.

I look up into his face and catch a glimpse of an emotion I never expected to see. His hazel eyes are warm, his mouth is tender. He looks like a man in love.

I loved you, and it may be that my love within my soul has not altogether died away, how be it, it will not trouble you anymore, I do not wish to sadden you in any way, I loved you in silence and without hope. Worn out now with jealousy and now with shamefacedness, I loved you so truly and so tenderly may God grant you, you may be loved by some other.

Mon pauvre petit chou, you say, fanning her with a banana leaf. My poor little cabbage.

He stepped forward and took both her hands in his cool ones. For a moment, she thought he intended to kiss her, and for a panicked moment she wasn't sure if she ought to stop him, wanted to stop him…but then he just touched his forehead to hers and held it there.

I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep.

Lorenzo gently places his hands on either side of my face, lowering his head to stare directly into my eyes. His voice is barely above a whisper as he says, Patience D'Angeli-Cat-you are my dream now.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

Tenderness is false mercy. It's easy, emotion without reason. Mercy takes strength, courage, love. Tender-hearted folks will never be there for you when the dark is darkest.

not spoken in the yearning tone of a mother for her daughter

but that tenderness is a vain form of pity

Because Mitch would not have life without his mother and because her cluelessness did not encompass malice, she inspired a tenderness that was not love or even affection. It was instead a sad regard for her congenital incapacity for sentiment. This tenderness had nearly ripened into the pity that he withheld from his father.