Quotes About Tenderness

Dear God," he said, still softly. "I couldna look at ye, Sassenach, and keep my hands from you, nor have ye near me, and not want ye." He lifted his head then, and planted a kiss over my heart, then let his hand float down the gentle curve of my belly, lightly tracing the small marks left there by Brianna's birth.

We didn't speak anymore, then, as the melting boundaries of our bodies disappeared. It was slow, dreamy and peaceful, his body and mine as much as mine was his, so that I curled my foot round his leg and felt both smooth sole and hairy shin, felt callused palm and tender flesh, was knife and sheath together, the rhythm of our movement that of one heart beating. The

Claire. To feel the small bones of your neck beneath my hands, and that fine, thin skin on your breasts and your arms Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Lord, you are my wife, whom I cherish and I love wi' all my life, and still I want to kiss ye hard enough to bruise your tender lips, and see the marks of my fingers on your skin.

He hadn't shaved since morning, and the faint red stubble rasped pleasantly beneath my fingertips.

Let it be: all the same it shows that Tenderness, Pity, and Love were traits which adorned the most sanguinary exploits of the samurai. It was an old maxim among them that "it becometh not the fowler to slay the bird which takes refuge in his bosom.

Fortunately Mercy was not so rare as it was beautiful, for it is universally true that "The bravest are the tenderest, the loving are the daring." "Bushi no nasaké"—the tenderness of a warrior—had a sound which appealed at once to whatever was noble in us;

Nothing slays me faster than a guy who can show compassion and kindness.

You know I feel such tenderness for you. It's difficult to bear. I don't know what to do with my tenderness.

If the knitter is weary the baby will have no new bonnet.

Mentre Arturo corre già verso il lavoro, Elide mette a posto la casa, scuotendo il capo per le faccende mal fatte da lui. Dopodiché va a letto, striscia il piede dalla parte del marito, ma si accorge ogni volta che dove dorme lei è più caldo, segno che anche Arturo ha dormito lì, e ne prova una grande tenerezza.

It's strange, the things you miss. Me, I miss the way she used to wear her socks to bed and then pull them off with her toes. I would find them hidden in the sheets when I made the bed in the morning, crumpled into little black balls, covered in dog hair. It used to drive me nuts, but not anymore, in retrospect. Now it seems kind of adorable.

She was just too tenderhearted.

Most of their conversations are in the past by now. They've reached that stage in the proceedings and both of them know it and don't speak of that either. But there is still great softness in two hands linked together on a tabletop.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart. —WASHINGTON IRVING

Do you know what the difference is between men and women when it comes to sex?" he asked when he could form thoughts again. "What?" she inquired weakly. "Women want romance, eye contact, tenderness, a true soul-to-soul collection, the earth to shake, sparks to fly." He opened his eyes at last and looked at her beautiful, flushed face. "Men just want to last long enough not to embarrass themselves.

A few feet away, Gareth gazed down at the child cradled in his arm, kissed her forehead, and tenderly brushed aside a lock of pale blonde hair.

They sat together for a long moment; then, eventually, he let his leg swing over and purposely bump hers. She looked up at him, and found him smiling down at her, his eyes full of teading confidence, and in that moment she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone, anything, in the entire span of her life.

After making love to Juliet well into the wee hours, it was no wonder that Gareth's eyes felt like lead when he opened them the following morning. Even so, as he gazed lovingly at his sleeping wife, he wanted nothing more than to gather her up in his arms, bury his face in her silky, unbound hair, and cuddle away the morning. The afternoon. The whole day. If

Breathe, sweetheart." A warm palm cupped her cheek, lips touched her brow. Gray.

Ah, dearest, we must set a date," he said, into her hair. "A very early date, given your delicate condition.

And Amy, smiling up at him, felt everything inside of her begin to melt as she gazed up into that clear, quietly observing stare. He had the warmest eyes. The warmest smile. The warmest hands. And, toward everyone but himself, the very warmest heart. The Beloved One, indeed. The power of her love for him nearly brought her to tears. She

When I took the habit, the Lord immediately showed me how He favours those who do violence to themselves in order to serve Him. No one saw what I endured... At the moment of my entrance into this new state I felt a joy so great that it has never failed me even to this day; and God converted the dryness of my soul into a very great tenderness.

If a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets a R rating, but if, God forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman's breast, it gets an X rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?

Meg forgot about cautioning him to be quiet. She forgot about everything but watching the care with which he wrapped a blanket around Mama Warner before gingerly lifting her into his arms and cradling her against his chest. "Comfortable?" he asked. "You know how to hold a woman so she feels precious. Makes me wish I was sixty years younger.