"Lovingness" Quotes from Famous Books
... 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 ... — In Connection with the De Willoughby Claim • Frances Hodgson Burnett
... ardently affectionate nature, the reserve about himself and the supposition that others had something to his disadvantage in their minds, might have turned into a hard, proud antagonism. But inborn lovingness was strong enough to keep itself level with resentment. There was hardly any creature in his habitual world that he was not fond of; teasing them occasionally, of course—all except his uncle, or "Nunc," as Sir Hugo had taught him to say; for the baronet was the reverse of a ... — Daniel Deronda • George Eliot
... that we should seek power. It is not so much spoken of in connection with the graces. And yet these are always more important than the gifts of power—the holiness, the humility, the meekness, the gentleness, and the lovingness; these are the true marks of the Kingdom. We speak rightly of the Holy Spirit as the only one who can breathe all this into us. But I think there is a third thing almost more important, that we forget, ... — The Master's Indwelling • Andrew Murray
... have now an added tone; Thy 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
... quite softly, coming up in her coaxing way, which nobody could resist, because it was true and gentle lovingness, "you know a hundred times more than I do. I have never known of any of the sad mistakes you speak of, except about the potato-eye, and then I had a round-pointed knife. But I want to make no excuses, mother; and there is nothing the matter ... — Mary Anerley • R. D. Blackmore
... revealing the row of even white teeth, and a twinkle at the corners of the gray, thoughtful eyes, giving in a flash a vision of the merry mischief-loving boy he had been, and his whole countenance was lit. Mark was never so attractive as when smiling. It brought out the lovingness of his eyes, and took away the hard oldness of his finely ... — The City of Fire • Grace Livingston Hill |