"Lovingness" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... piety and love of Nature, a talent for Music, nay even for Poetry. But perhaps it was the very reverse qualities in her, the fact namely that what she wanted in culture, and it may be also in clearness and sharpness of understanding, was so richly compensated by warmth and lovingness of character,—perhaps it was this which most attracted to her the heart of her deeply-reasonable Husband. And never had he cause to repent his choice. For she was, and remained, as is unanimously testified of her by trustworthy ...
— The Life of Friedrich Schiller - Comprehending an Examination of His Works • Thomas Carlyle
... never before liked anything so much as he liked the simple lovingness of this life of hers. As she knew the mountains, the flowers, and the trees, she knew and seemed known by the very cows and horses and ...
— In Connection with the De Willoughby Claim • Frances Hodgson Burnett
... little community of the field and garden. He has no sympathy for the stars: they are too mystical and remote. But the flowers as they blush and smile beneath his eye may stir the often deeply hidden lovingness and gentleness of his nature. They have a social and domestic aspect to which no one with a human heart can be quite indifferent. Few can doat upon the distant flowers of the sky as many of us doat upon the flowers at our feet. The stars are wholly independent of man: ...
— Flowers and Flower-Gardens • David Lester Richardson
... tresses fall more dark and free. Yet, in my dreams of thee and home, A slight, pale girl I ever see, Whose smiles to her mild lip do come, Like stars in heaven—tremblingly! For with thy young heart's lovingness There aye seemed blent a troubled fear, As if it knew all tenderness Must see its worship perish here! And oh, the prayers I poured to Heaven, That time prove not to thee how golden links ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 2 August 1848 • Various
... Attenuates me, Draws me through myself into it. I sit in the womb of an idiot, Helpless before its mouthing tenderness. The huge flap ears are attentive, And the soundless face bends toward me In horrible lovingness. ...
— Precipitations • Evelyn Scott |
