Quotes About Tender

How do you like my picture, Phil? It seems a very dull one, said Phil, with a grimace. Oh, but I've left out the transforming thing, said Anne softly. There'll be love there, Phil—faithful, tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world—love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colors are not very brilliant?

There'll be love there, Phil-faithful tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world-love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colours are nit very brilliant?

There must be something solemn, serious, and tender about any attitude which we denominate religious. If glad, it must not grin or snicker; if sad, it must not scream or curse.

The beauty of the world is Christ's tender smile for us coming through matter.

What is noble, lyrical, tender in the upper level shown is also with the servants, scoundrels, and scamps, as in a distorting mirror. This contrast seems to me a most appealing musical theme--to show love in its noble and crude forms, romanticism and crass realism mixed as in everyday life.

I have been a joy to live with all spring: Upbeat, warm and tender, uncomplicated, and loving. I am no trouble at all. You could press me into dough and make sugar cookies out of me, I've been so sweet.

The world's first love story, two thousand years older than the Bible—tender, erotic, shocking, and compassionate—is more than momentary entertainment. It is a sacred story that has the intention of bringing its audience to a new spiritual place. With Inanna, we enter the place of exploration: the place where not all energies have been tamed or ordered.

I could hear the voice that, speaking to me, was always tender with pity—yet not pity enough to wound: I could see the peculiar smile just creeping round his grave mouth—that irrepressible smile, indicating the atmosphere of thorough heart-cheerfulness, which ripens all the fruits of a noble nature, and without which the very noblest has about it something unwholesome, blank, and cold.

If only life could be a little more tender and art a little more robust.

In our age of increasing distractions it's more important than ever to find ways to maintain perspective and remember that life is brief and tender.

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

they're like a hug in your mouth.

The soul is both fragile and resilient...The artisan soul must be both tender and tough.

See! sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.

They never looked at anyone else, only at each other, with an expression that halted me. It was tender, loving, yes, but in an inhuman way, so intense. Divine, I felt. Or insane.

People say, 'Oh Mark, you're a big softie, and you burst into tears so easily.'

Behind closed doors, Rob is a real teddy bear, a big softie.

From time to time, heavier than a meteorite at its journey's end, a boxer's glove falls. The crowd trampled these memories of kisses and embraces underfoot without paying them the deference they deserved. I alone avoided treading on them. Sometimes I even picked one up. It thanked me with a warm embrace. I felt it tremble in my trouser pocket. Its mistress must have trembled just like that in a fleeting moment of love. I walked on.

Savior, like a shepherd lead us, much we need Thy tender care; In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, for our use Thy folds prepare. Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! Thou hast bought us, Thine we are. Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

We don't want to live in the dark moods of imponderable mystery, but neither do we want to miss them altogether. they allow us to emerge from the tender sadness of the manger to sing with the angels in the skies above...

Its couplets included these lines: "Before no mortal ever knew / A love like mine so tender, true…No joy unmixed my bosom warms / But when my angel's in my arms.

or especially fragile.

Promise. Don't misunderstand me—you are quite vexing." He touches his tender jaw. "And you hit like a man. But you didn't cause his illness. That is his doing.

We both had a tender regard for this god. Min had not only helped us learn something material; more importantly, his presence had helped Tiberius. Working in disguise at the lettuce booth, though ludicrous, had taken his mind off his troubles after the lightning strike. Min had restored my man to me.