#tender

Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tenderness #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

My mother taught public school, went to Harvard and then got her master's there and taught fifth and sixth grade in a public school. My dad had a more working-class lifestyle. He didn't go to college. He was an auto mechanic and a bartender and a janitor at Harvard. ↗

— Ben Affleck

#bartender #college #dad #fifth #go

I don't run a car, have never run a car. I could say that this is because I have this extremely tender environmentalist conscience, but the fact is I hate driving. ↗

— David Attenborough

#car #conscience #could #driving #environmentalist

Passion is all but soft, it's not tender, it's violence to which you get hooked by pleasure. ↗

— Isabelle Adjani

#hooked #passion #pleasure #soft #tender

Tender Mercies is a very low-budget film, but it was a huge budget compared to anything I had done in Australia. My fee for Tender Mercies was something like five times all of my Australian films combined. ↗

— Bruce Beresford

#australia #australian #budget #budget film #combined

Honesty is the rarest wealth anyone can possess, and yet all the honesty in the world ain't lawful tender for a loaf of bread. ↗

— Josh Billings

#anyone #bread #honesty #honesty is #lawful

A good writer is not, per se, a good book critic. No more so than a good drunk is automatically a good bartender. ↗

— Jim Bishop

#bartender #book #critic #drunk #good

That's what we're striving for, making us a contender in every race. ↗

— Dale Earnhardt

#every #making #race #striving #us

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. ↗

— George Eliot

#death #great #never #our #repent

The rage of the Beast Lord was a terrible thing to behold. Some people stormed, some punched things, but Curran slipped into this icy, bone-chilling calm. His face hardened into a flat mask, and his eyes turned into a molten inferno of pure gold. If you looked at it for longer than two seconds, your muscles locked, your knees shook, and you had to fight to keep from cringing. It was easier to look at the floor, but I didn’t. Besides, he wasn’t angry with me. He wasn’t even angry with Kate. He was angry with Anapa. I had no doubt that if he could’ve gotten a hold of the god at that moment, he would’ve broken him in half. “It’s only ribs,” Kate told him. “And they’re not even broken. They are fractured.” “And the hip,” Doolittle said. “And the knee.” There you go. Don’t expect mercy from a honeybadger. “How long do you need to keep her?” Curran looked to Doolittle. “She can go to her quarters, provided she doesn’t leave them,” Doolittle said. “I can’t do anything else with the magic down. She must stay down until I can patch her up.” “She will.” Curran reached for Kate. “Hey, baby. Ready?” She nodded. Curran slid his hands under her and picked her up, gently, as if she weighed nothing. “Good?” he asked. She put her arm around him. “Never better. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#gunmetal-magic #ilona-andrews #kate-daniels #love #tenderness