Quotes About Warmth

You told us over and over that you don't think you could live without books, but the ironic thing is, you'd probably die before you'd think to rip pages out of one to start a fire. Am I right? Well, get over it already. Better to be warm then well-read.

And every time I saw her, she seemed more beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I'm not talking like a hundred-watt bulb; she just had this warmth to her. Maybe it came from climbing that tree. Maybe it came from singing to chickens. Maybe it came from whacking at two-by-fours and dreaming about perpetual motion. I don't know. All I know is that compared to her, everybody else seemed so ordinary. I had flipped.

I liked it. I liked her. And every time I saw her, she seemed more beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I'm not talking like a hundred-watt bulb; she just had this warmth to her. Maybe it came from climbing that tree. Maybe it came from singing to chickens.

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigor of the game.

Coffee is my cup of tea.

Happiness is a warm puppy.

There is nothing more attractive than a nice smile

Thus did they nurse their folly, as the good wife of Tam O'Shanter did her wrath, "to keep it warm.

you know how sometimes you walk outside, like out of a cold room, and the sun is coming up and it feels warm on your face? And all you want to do is stand there and soak it up? Well, that's kind of how I feel. I want to stand here and soak in this a while.

Heracles' heroic world and Deianeira's warmth and tenderness are mutually exclusive. Sophocles seeks not to vindicate the one against the other, but to dramatize the tragedy of their irreconcilability and their mutual destructiveness.

Children are dying in this city because they're too fucking poor to keep warm. Put that in your fucking notebook. I put it in my fucking notebook.

I want this music and this dawn and the warmth of your cheek against mine. —R

Some of the true signs of being unstuck are friendliness, lightheartedness, receptivity, and joy. It's a friendliness born of aliveness, awe, and fascination. You become able to look kindly into the eyes of others without fear because there's nothing in the way—no shame, judgments, secrets, or agitation. Authentic warmth and friendliness are hallmarks of people who are free in their hearts and in their lives.

You were sunrise to me rise and warm and streaming.' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

Home is the one place in the world where you are safe from feeling put down or out, unentitled, or unwanted.

A nice fire inside—surrounded by your loved ones. What could be nicer? You do love me, don't you Chester? It's okay. I know you love us even if you can't say you do. But why can't you say it? Please Chester—tell me you love me. I'm your mother—if you can't love me, who can you love?

Sunlight poured slowly over the lip of the window and flooded the cottage.

One shows more warmth before ending a wrong number call.

You are my sonshine.

Worries go down better with soup.

Chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation.

Soup is liquid comfort.

Sun coaxes life from the earth with its warmth — Grow, thrive, breathe green things of the land wake from your winter's nap and joyously reach for the spring — Colors burst into vibrant being — fresh fireworks on verdant stems of life

The window is open and a warm, delicious little breeze comes wandering in. It smells of magnolias and dogwood and it whispers in our ears enticing little stories of gurgling brooks and cool woods. Yes, we have got spring fever and got it bad.