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Words lead to deeds.... They prepare the soul, make it ready, and move it to tenderness.
Words lead to deeds.... They prepare the soul, make it ready, and move it to tenderness.
What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
The quality of strength lined with tenderness is an unbeatable combination, as are intelligence and necessity when unblunted by formal read more
The quality of strength lined with tenderness is an unbeatable combination, as are intelligence and necessity when unblunted by formal education.
Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, read more
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.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they read more
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me read more
And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
What distinguishes a great artist from a weak one is first their sensibility and tenderness; second, their imagination, and third, read more
What distinguishes a great artist from a weak one is first their sensibility and tenderness; second, their imagination, and third, their industry.
A child's hand in yours-what tenderness it arouses, what power it conjures. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom read more
A child's hand in yours-what tenderness it arouses, what power it conjures. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.