Quotes About Warmth

Everyone loves to be loved.

Love and happiness remind me of sticky peanut butter. When you spread them around, you can't help but end up getting some on yourself!

I love home. I'd rather be at home than anywhere else.

As a child I experiences everything in a childish way... I thought I was experiencing a kind of warmth and a kind of embracing love as a God.

Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.

Home is where the heart is. No matter how your heart lives. Inside your heart where love is.That's where you've got to make yourself at home

The visible sign of utter love is an undying smile.

I'd love to go somewhere warm, somewhere near the beach and somewhere with a cool culture. It could be Hawaii, Cuba, South America - anywhere that has a cool culture and a beautiful climate.

Why do we love certain homes, and why do they seem to love us? It is the warmth of our individual hearts reflected in our surroundings.

Nothing is better than going home to family and eating good food and relaxing.

I've got my love to keep me warm.

Since I found you no more cold nights and no more lonely days. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that I will have and hold you for as long as I live.

It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship.

I loved her as the sun loves the flower: ever-present, nourishingly, and gently.

Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice.

Thank you, God. For the jam on our toast and the milk on our cereal. For the blanket that calms us and the joke that delights us and the warm sun that reminds us of God's love.

It's good to have you back, David. We missed you while you were away.

a hand (Standish's are ice cold) and

Strong women- precious jewels all- their humanness is evident in their accessibility. We are able to enter into the spirit of these women and rejoice in their warmth and courage.

The town reacted to us as its inhabitants had reacted to all things new before our coming. It regarded us a while without curiosity but with caution, and after we were seen to be harmless (and children) it closed in around us, as a real mother embraces a stranger's child. Warmly, but not too familiarly.

I hoped the memory of that morning would never leave me. Sunlight was itself still young, and the day had none of the insistence maturity would bring it in a few hours. In my robe and barefoot in the backyard, under cover of going to see about my new beans, I gave myself up to the gentle warmth and thanked God that no matter what evil I had done in my life He had allowed me to live to see this day.

I don't deserve your love or your shine, but I want it because with you I can feel the sun. I don't want to go back to those shadows.

I like sleeping in the cold, with covers up to my ears.

He smiled again as he settles more firmly against her and pulled her into his arms. Yeah, he wanted her, but this was...nice.