Quotes About Warmth

Nor did she merely smile, she glowed with inner goodness that made him think of the vast iron cookstove in his grandmother's kitchen back on the farm. Here, he knew by certain instinct, was a woman who made wonderful cookies and would give you some.

Beauty is sunlight for my soul.

I FINALLY had a hot night, but it was only the weather.

I'm probably a bit romantic about it, but I think we humans miss having contact with fire. We need it.

Home is where my mom is.

When you're going to meet your man's mom and dad, it's always nice to bring them something homemade and from the heart.

The most important thing is how you are made to feel in your home.

We no longer need fur for warmth and protection. There are plenty of textiles that provide that today. It's pure whim and vanity to choose to wear fur. It shows a level of ignorance or lack of concern that reflects poorly on the wearer.

so she stays there remembering the warmth of honey between her toes, with her blood not humming, with the sound of the name almost always coming to her.

He walked into the house, smelling baked cookies. Now if that didn't make a house a home, nothing would. Mmm! he said loudly to announce his presence. Something smells good! Cricket poked her head out of the kitchen. Come poach a cookie or two. Yes, ma'am. He strolled into the kitchen and was pleased to see Suzy dressed in a pretty pink apron with red hearts on it. Hello, Priscilla, he said. Hi, Suzy.

But it sure gets hot here in the summer, pal.

She felt strong and blissfully empty gliding through the crisp November air, enjoying the intermittent warmth of the sun as it filtered down through the overhanging trees, which were mostly stripped of their foliage. It was that trashy, post-Halloween part of the fall, yellow and orange leaves littering the ground

To approach sex carelessly, shallowly, with detachment and without warmth is to dine night after night in erotic greasy spoons. In time one's palate will become insensitive.

green sweater

Here I am not the one to throw out. No one steals my warmth and shoes because I am small. No one handles my backside. No one whinnies like sheep or goat because I drop in fear and weakness. No one screams at the sight of me. No one watches my body for how it is unseemly. With you my body is pleasure is safe is belonging. I can never not have you have me.

The threads of malice creeping toward him from Beloved's side of the table were held harmless in the warmth of Sethe's smile.

but I do not take them off, for it is too cold to lie stockingless. It takes a long time for my body to heat its place in the bed. Once I have generated a silhouette of warmth, I dare not move, for there is a cold place one-half inch in any direction.

close to the fire you could

Yummy food, unique attention, playfulness, or loving sternness—these features are often summoned to sweeten one's memory of a grandmother.

Maybe I'm once again.../ ...Tryin' to throw away something.../ ...Irreplaceable that I'll never have again?/ To be honest.../ ...As long as I can feel warm.../ ...Isn't that good enough?/ Am I trying to let go.../ ...Of an irreplaceable today for some vague tomorrow I might never find... If it even exists...?/ Even without some big, exaggerated dream.../ ...People go on living.

I was dreaming. On nights of the full moon I'd become a small child and find myself embraced by nostalgic warmth. But when I wake from the dream all that remains is a faint sense of loneliness. That, too, soon fades away. Along with a single tear like morning dew.

You're just the right size for hugging.

Bienvenue. Welcome. Benvenuto. Herzlich Willkommen im Wolkenschloss. Genießen Sie ihren Aufenthalt.

Like hot food I love you like warm bread & cold cuts, butter sammiches or, days later, after Thanksgiving when I want whatever's left