Quotes About Warmth

A cheerful friend is like a sunny day, which sheds its brightness on all around.

May the blessing of light be on you, light without and light within. May the blessed sunshine shine on you and warm your heart till it glows like a great peat fire, so that the stranger may come and warm himself at it, and also a friend.

There's nothing better than sitting in a hot tub.

Some people aren't touchy-feely, but I grew up in a family where you'd walk into the family room and there'd be five people on the couch with an arm here, an arm there, everyone scratching and taking turns.

One of my favorite fall items is a turtleneck. Cozy pieces like that for the fall - cashmere, fluffy cream turtlenecks - I think that's so sexy.

I'm privileged, because I have a lot of freedom. I want to use it to make as warm and normal a life as I can for our daughters.

I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.

I love that in this movie [Everybody Loves Somebody], you almost want to go and hang out with this family.

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.

People are mostly very nice, and I always say hello. I'm laid back, so I don't mind. I think if people watch the show and want to say hi, you've got to be nice.

Outside, the coo shadows that lurk under rocks and beneath houses during the day have crept out for their night-time prowl. Fingers of them climb up my legs beneath mu nightie, chasing out the warmth of my bed. Cold beats hot, like stone beats scissors and paper beats stone.

His arms cradled her as if she really belonged inside them.

There is a circle of humanity, he told me, and I can feel its warmth. But I am forever outside.

I greeted him as warmly as if we'd been separated for months, not days. I'd never claimed to possess a sentimental nature, but it did seem that our fondness for each other ha strengthened with that first kiss, as if the very moon her self had blessed our love. I, Eliza Hamilton

Doesn't love make a home? Doesn't love make a family?

Something in the way he said this filled me with warmth and instant joy. It was as though I had been sipping hot cocoa and the liquid was sliding down my throat and into my tummy on the coldest winter day. The feeling was lovely and exhilarating, even though it was surely ninety degrees in the park.

The taste of him exploded inside her mouth, filling her senses with an intoxicating warmth and aroma that had nothing to do with the amount of brandy he had consumed. He made sounds-rough, greedy, indistinct sounds that vibrated through her tissues, his lips and teeth and tongue consuming her with his passion.

Sparks are warm while they last.

I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.

When you're with the person you love, you're home.

After a few months, I was no longer wildly romantic about him. But he gave me a warm place to park my heart while I went about my work.

Only cat lovers know the luxury of fur-coated, musical hot water bottles that never go cold.

So where's my hug.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.