Quotes About Warmth

There's nothing in life that makes me happier than loving you. You're my sunshine in the morning and my starlight in the night. You hold me in your arms and make my whole world seem bright.

Ever since you have come into my life, I yearn to come back home and see your lovely smile.

I can feel your love, in the warmth of your touch, 'cause it touches my heart and soul.

Being in your arms makes me feel like I can never be lost again.

If someone would ask me what a beautiful life means, I would lean my head on your shoulder, hold you close to me and answer with a smile, Like this.

No matter how cold and distant people may become, on the inside something warm and precious always remains, something that never changes. To me, thats what family is like.

I had stood beside my father's light. I had held Aeëtes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-wooled blankets woven by immortal hands. But it was not until that moment that I think I had ever been warm.

The breeze was too sweet, and the sun too warm for a thought like that to be spoken.

He holds me all night long, pressing my cold hands to his mouth.

The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It

This morning he had leapt onto my bed and pressed his nose against mine. "Good morning," he'd said. I remembered the heat of him against my skin.

And she wished him to be a god. She had spoken it so simply, as if it were obvious. A god. I could not imagine him so. Gods were cold and distant, far off as the moon, nothing like his bright eyes, the warm mischief of his smiles.

As if he heard me, he smiled, and his face was like the sun. - The Song of Achilles

I pressed as close as he would let me, like a lizard to noonday rocks.

Listen to me, Ria. It will be different when you and I have a home. It will be a real home, one that people will want to come running back to.

A small café, that's love.

He wrapped his arms around me. We were cuddled up like a couple of spoons in a cutlery drawer.

The warmth of hell would be a blessing after this. Do you suppose there is a cold hell for those who died in wintertime? - Fernandez de Anguilar

All I want to do is wrap my entire body around you and hold you, just to show you what love is.

The ornaments of your home are the people who smile upon entering time and time again.

I was left alone there in the company of the orchids, roses and violets, which, like people waiting beside you who do not know you, preserved a silence which their individuality as living things made all the more striking, and warmed themselves in the heat of a glowing coal fire...

there is no brew so deadly that it cannot at certain moments become precious and invigorating by giving us just the stimulus that was necessary, the warmth that we cannot generate ourselves.

It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind. But there is still a better bed, full of divine odors. It is our sweet, our profound, our impenetrable friendship.

I was left alone there in the company of orchids, roses and violets, which, like people who are kept waiting in a room beside you but do not know you, preserved a silence which their individuality as living things made all the more impressive, and received coldly the warmth of a glowing fire of coals, preciously displayed behind a screen of crystal, in a basin of white marble over which it spilled, now and again, its perilous rubies.