Quotes About Warmth

She was a contradiction like that, you know. The things she wrote down were warmer than her, in person. That sounds like she's dead, he thought. Well, in a way, she is, you know, in a way she is dead. — 'How To Get Away With Suicide

we don't know to be sad, the weight of our grandparents' love like a blanket with us beneath it, safe and warm.

An orange on the table Your dress on the rug And you in my bed Sweet present of the present Cool of night Warmth of my life

Nuestro amor tirita y el sol también.

Sunlight comes into your house not because you want it. It happens because you open the windows.

Something I had always known - the way I knew my skin was the color brown of a nut rubbed repeatedly with a soft cloth, or the way I knew my own name - something I took completely for granted, "the sun is shining, the air is warm," was not so.

en blekgul sol som verkade ha försvagats av överansträngning. Men det var soligt i alla fall, vilket var trevligt och lindrade min hemlängtan. Så när jag såg att solen sken klev jag upp och satte mig en klänning. Det var helt fel. Solen sken visserligen men det var kallt i luften. Det var mitten av januari men jag kände inte till att solen kunde skina utan att det blev varmt. Det hade ingen upplyst mig om.

he was warmed by the simplicity with which she got up for him, thoroughly awake.

I smile. No plan can take everything into account. Other people will raise their heads, others will desert. Time will go on spreading victory and defeat among those who pursue the struggle. I sip with satisfaction. We deserve the warmth of baths. May the days be aimless. Do not advance the action according to a plan.

If they finally move, is it because they are warm enough, or is it that they are stiff, or bored?

There was the honour and austerity of money as he walked through art galleries, as he saw around him the collections of oil paintings by dead men, lit so carefully that warmth seemed to emanate from within - and not because their art was loved or understood but because it could be sold and bought for handsome sums.

Warm hearts are better than great thoughts.

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday -- especially if it was one's own -- brightened the world as if a second sun had risen.

You can't fool a child. She would sense the lack of warmth between us, feel the resentment, and hear the silences . . .

Ed Murrow]would remark during a BBC broadcast: "It is difficult to explain the meaning of cold to people who are warm, the meaning of privation to people who have wanted only for luxuries...It is almost impossible to substitute intelligence for experience.

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it… and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied… and it is all one.

I could smell his scent; a mixture of amber, honey and apples mixed with his own skin's oils and the brisk winter air. Something deep inside me responded to the fragrance. I felt as if I could lose myself in it. Wrap it around me like a cashmere shawl & be forever warmed.

Though day, the crickets called in the grass; my mother's singing rose from the camp. I lifted my arms; I could not help it. The breeze itself was warm; the islands soft with moss; the loons calling melancholy in forgotten bays; and Life in all its operations seemed unspeakably generous.

You are ill, correct? The warmth and shivering had no other particular cause, did it?" "Not only am I ill, I am sure I am contagious.

Forgive me. It was stupid of me to think you might need company, when clearly all you required was that decanter." "It was not stupid. It was very kind. Quite soft, actually. A very warm, womanly gesture. I am touched." He smiled softly. "However, if you truly want to help, if you really want to distract me, there are better ways. When I saw that dress, I dared hope you had realized that.

He smiled, and his face was like the sun.

As if he heard me, he smiled, and his face was like the sun.

My fears forgotten in the golden harbour of his arms.

That's the stone," I said, "like I told you. It can't get warm without sun. Haven't you ever touched a statue?