Tenderness Quotes

“People throw the word love around like confetti when they actually mean affection.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“I don't mean to be insolent. I'm truthful. I tell the truth and the truth sometimes hurts. For instance, you have bad breath, Lieutenant. I can smell it from here. It must offend a lot of people. That's the truth. But how many people have told you that? Instead, they either lie or try to avoid your company.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“...pain reaches a certain point and does not get worse but remains in all its intensity and you can survive it.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“Mr. Sinclair once asked the class to make a list of the ten most beautiful words in the English language, and the only word that really seemed beautiful to me was tenderness.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“Pluck my heart
From my flesh
And eat it.....”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“He looks at me fondly. I know that the look doesn’t have love in it. Or even lust. I still wonder about love or sex or lust. I saw lust in his eyes when he looked at that girl on the sidewalk … I love him, anyway. I love him because he’s kind to me and he doesn’t want my body, doesn’t want to feel me or touch me, like all the others … and maybe after a while he might look at me with more than fondness, will kiss me sweetly, tenderly.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“Eat my heart
Chew it hard
Swallow my soul, too”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“Eric Poole began with cats. Or, to be more exact, kittens.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“A smile for all the stupid people out there with bleeding hearts for serial killers.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“I don't laugh very much," he said, realizing the truth of the statement as he made it, this sudden bit of knowledge disturbing him.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“The room seemed to have lost a certain essence that he could not pin down. Then knew suddenly what it was. The room was—lonely. For the first time in his life, he knew what loneliness was like. Until that moment the word had been meaningless to him.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness