#tenderness

What distinguishes a great artist from a weak one is first their sensibility and tenderness; second, their imagination, and third, their industry. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#distinguishes #first #great #imagination #industry

I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#eyes #love #shatter-me #tenderness #love

Falling in love was easy-when romantic attraction was combined with hungry, unsated desire, they formed a glamorous, glittering bauble as fragile as it was alluring, a bauble that could shatter as soon as it was grasped. Tenderness was a different story. It had staying power and the promise of a future. ↗

— Robyn Donald

#poetry #tenderness #romantic

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#affection #come #do you know #give #home

My father couldn't warm my frozen hands. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#hurt #love #shatter-me #tenderness #love

Care is a state in which something does matter; it is the source of human tenderness. ↗

— Rollo May

#does #human #matter #something #source

We win by tenderness. We conquer by forgiveness. ↗

— Frederick William Robertson

#forgiveness #tenderness #win

My dad's a beautiful man, but like a lot of Mexican men, or men in general, a lot of men have a problem with the balance of masculinity and femininity - intuition and compassion and tenderness - and get overboard with the macho thing. It took him a while to become more, I would say, conscious, evolved. ↗

— Carlos Santana

#beautiful #become #compassion #conscious #dad

You can’t substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#gentleness #love #material-things #money #power

You let me set the water in the shower, and followed me into the booth to stand there with me under the warm spray. You kept your head down, not looking me in the eyes—though if you were shy, I couldn’t tell. You had no reason to be. You know what you look like. I know you don’t remember what we did. I want to tell you. ↗

— Julio-Alexi Genao

#sex #tenderness #love