Motherhood is at its best when the tender chords of sympathy have been touched.
From the first moment I handled my lens with a tender ardour.
Gods tender mercies are over all His creatures.
Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.
A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear; kisses are the messengers of love and tenderness.
'Tis the most tender part of love, each other to forgive.
It takes a tough man to make a tender chicken.
Novels are such mysterious and amorphous and tender things.
Women's virtue is frequently nothing but a regard to their own quiet and a tenderness for their reputation.
He had tenderness in his heart — ‘a soft place,’ as Nicholas Higgins called it; but he had some pride in concealing it; he kept it very sacred and safe, and was jealous of every circumstance that tried to gain admission. But if he dreaded expos...
He were found drowned. He were coming home very hopeless o' aught on earth. He thought God could na be harder than men; mappen not so hard; mappen as tender as a mother; mappen tenderer. I'm not saying he did right, and I'm not saying he didn't wrong...
He was tender with her. He wiped her eyelids with his handkerchief, not noticing how soiled it was. It was stained with ink, crumpled, stuck together. Her lids were large and tender and the handkerchief was stiff, not nearly soft enough. He moistened...
Look, words are like the air: they belong to everybody. Words are not the problem; it's the tone, the context, where those words are aimed, and in whose company they are uttered. Of course murderers and victims use the same words, but I never read th...
A light, tender, sensitive touch is worth a ton of brawn.
Gardeners are good at nurturing, and they have a great quality of patience, they're tender. They have to be persistent.
If we're talking about masculinity and tenderness, I don't look at Clinton.
The quail was tender, the potatoes smothered in butter, and the beans roasted in garlic.
Looking back, I realise I had to grow up and be responsible at a very tender age.
My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.
There is violence in this supposedly tender heart of mine.
'Beloved Renegade' is a meditation on Walt Whitman, on tenderness, on dying.
