Quotes About Tender

Summer Steadman," came his voice of distant thunder, so tender Summer's heart ached with the beauty of the moment, "the God we serve has brought us together. He has opened my heart to loving you with a love that endures. You would do me much honor if you would agree to become my wife." Warm tears ran down Summer's cheeks. She could not find her voice, but she gave an eager nod and allowed her smile to speak for her.

Here are some words I love, words that describe presence rather than means towards an end: nourishing, edifying, redemptive; courageous, generous, winsome; adventurous, curious, tender.

I must apologize for the dog," said Cross as he closed the door of his study. "My daughter has a tender heart." Hugh nodded once in acknowledgement. "An admirable trait in a woman.

Prayer is not artful monologue Of voice uplifted from the son; It is Love's tender dialogue Between the soul and God.

Some plague the people with too long sermons; for the faculty of listening is a tender thing, and soon becomes weary and satiated.

Speaking the words he had been taught, directing them no longer upward but to the earth on which he knelt, he prayed: 'For what we are about to receive make us truly thankful.' ... he... felt his heart suddenly flow over with thankfulness... like a gush of warm water... All that remains is to live here quietly for the rest of my life, eating food that my own labour has made the earth to yield. All that remains is to be a tender of the soil.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vittles.

I have my moments, but generally speaking I shy away from being too lovey dovey.

Some photographers take reality... and impose the domination of their own thought and spirit. Others come before reality more tenderly and a photograph to them is an instrument of love and revelation.

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.

It would be a good contest amongst Christians, one to labour to give no offence, and the other to labour to take none. The best men are severe to themselves, tender over others.

No, I mumble. I try to shake my head but can't, the agony making it impossible. I want to stay awake. I want to be with you. Do not worry. I will be here when you wake. But you were gone before. I was not gone. I was here and I will always be here. How can you be so sure? She kissed me again before answering. Because, she says, her voice tender, I am always with you, Ira.

The dawn will be upon us in a couple of hours. We need to leave this place. I won't go with you, she insisted stubbornly. If your pride dictates that you must fight me, you may try to do so. His voice, with its Old World cadence and formality, was almost tender. Her eyes deepened to purple. Stop giving me your permission! I am Mikhail and Raven's daughter, a Carpathian like yourself and not without my own powers. I have the right to my own choices! If it pleases you to think so.

He was such a mixture, tough as nails and lethal, but with her, unfailingly a gentleman, tender and sweet, looking out for her so carefully.

He kissed her gently, tenderly, opening his mind as much as he dared, wanting to share himself with her. His love was wild, obsessive, protective, certainly not given easily, but given completely to her.

But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age. I thought you liked redheads. I do. What's your point?

But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age.

Cody loved all animals, big and small. But she had a special, tender place in her heart for ants. They were so serious! They worked so hard! She watched them bubble up out of their tiny ant volcano. They picked up toast crumbs and dragged them inside. A few crawled over her big toe. This was ant for 'Thank you.

Oh, love has various properties: first the soul grows tender, then it sickens . . . but then it feels the true warmth of divine love and cries out and moans and becomes as stone flung in the forge to melt into lime, and it crackles, licked by the flame. . . .

The most remarkable thing about him were his eyes. They were laughing eyes, at once both joyous and tender: they were the radiant pale blue of a sky slipping toward evening in Heaven, when angels who had been sweet all day found themselves tempted to sin.

Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

In a voice that rasped with frustration as well as tender amusement, Hunter said, "You have such a great want for me that we must hurry, yes?

Yes, life is the opposite of rare and precious. It's everywhere; it's wet and sticky; it has all the restraint of a toddler left too long at day care without a juice box. And life, in all its infinite and tender intergalactic variety, would have gravely disappointed poor gentle-eyed Enrico Fermi had he lived only a little longer, for it is deeply, profoundly, execrably stupid.

To kids, I've always been more than just some big tough black guy. I train to be tough - I box and do karate - but underneath all that toughness is a tender man.