Soft Quotes

The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We’ll speak to the night as it’s whispering softly.

I do not want a soft love, I want to be crushed.

Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.

All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.

This Christmas I am soft snow, the crystallized flakes. I am fire in the chimney and the warmth in lights.

Don’t be afraid to love all your broken pieces. They will finally wether with the waters of ages, shrinking into friendly gemlike pebbles that are soft to your soul.

You hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.

I have a soft side and a wolf side.

Her beautiful smile, her soft, tender heart; she’s an actual, walking, work of art.