Quotes About Warmth

Ruri: Is it possible that Shuichiro gets more cuddly every day? Hari: Indubitably...

No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home. —L. FRANK BAUM, THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ

Squatted beside the fire, with the warmth of it upon his face and hands, he felt a smug contentment that seemed strangely out of place--the contentment of a man who had reduced his needs to the strictly basic--and with the contentment came a full-bodied confidence that was just as out of place.

The sky was a sheet of slate but it was still warm, an August afternoon that let you know its kind was running out.

She stood by the fireplace talking in that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress.

Mesmo assim, o sol era quente. Mesmo assim, a gente superava as coisas. Mesmo assim, a vida arranjava um jeito de somar um dia ao outro.

Lei sapeva che cosa le mancava. Non era la bellezza, non era l'intelligenza. Era qualcosa dentro, che si irradia dal centro; un calore che spacca le superfici e increspa gli orli del freddo contatto tra un uomo e una donna, o tra due donne. Oscuramente lei lo sentiva.

Non aveva voglia di morire. La era bella. Il sole caldo. E gli esseri umani?

A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling. Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

It's cold today, but in a spring way, and I love you.

As it happens with many people who do not trouble about religion in the ordinary trend of life, I hastily invented a soft, warm, tear-misty God, and whispered an informal prayer. Let me get there in time, let him hold out till I come, let him tell me his secret. Now it was all snow: the glass had grown a grey beard.

Hani bilirsiniz göÄŸe as?l? gibi duran gündüzlerin, etraf?nda su sinekleri uçuÅŸan, çiçekler açm?? bir çal?l???n çevresinde geliÅŸen, güzel, a??r kokulu öÄŸleden sonralar?n ya da bir tepeciÄŸin eteklerinde ba??boÅŸ gezerken dal?verip alt üst ettiÄŸiniz yaz akÅŸamüstlerinin s?cakl??? gibi; kürklü bir s?cakl?k, alt?n rengi su sinekleri...

Thank you for bringing me home.

Tell me what it is you needed, sweetheart." "This. You," she said, sighing as the pleasure bloomed into something wild again. "I just needed to feel safe tonight. I needed to feel connected to something solid and warm and unbreakable. Just for a little while." "Then hold on to me.

Tita knew through her own flesh how fire transforms the elements, how a lump of corn flour is changed into a tortilla, how a soul that hasn't been warmed by the fire of love is lifeless, like a useless ball of corn flour.

In his view of what he wanted from the world, there were an infinity of moments that were beautiful, as this one was beautiful, with the light from the town hall gilding her jawline and shining off her hair in the cold northern night that made him want to pull her in and warm them both. "And

Estan tardando demasiado. -No te preocupes, volverá. Salamandra lo miro a los ojos, y entendio cuanta razon habia tenido Kai al afirmar que tenia el corazón dividido. Jonas no era misterioso fascinante como el elfo, pero era calido y agradable, y Salamandra se sentia segura a su lado. Cerro los ojos y apoyó la cabeza en el hombro del muchcho, con un suspiro. Jonas le acaricio el pelo. -Saldremos de aqui- le prometio.

Home is the nicest word there is.

Autumn is a place where words fall short. It is a magic that must be felt, breathed, experienced, and treasured."

This will always be a place that welcomes each visitor with open arms.

As far back as I can remember, whenever you used to look at me, your face would light up as if someone had lit a candle inside you.

THE SUN TOUCHED HER FACE LIKE THE SOFTEST CARESS.

He shook his head and gave this laugh, a good laugh, and just looked at me. "You always this happy?" "No," I said, laughing. "It's you. Every time I see you, I just...I don't know. You make me smile.

You, little bird, are welcome to any and all of my cookies. I'd even share my cake with you.