Quotes About Warmth

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

The family seems to have two predominant functions: to provide warmth and love in time of need and to drive each other insane.

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it warms them

Love necessitates eagerness To shake January's cold hand Not avert the eye And look what comes To love Before its making.

When all is said and done, friendship is the only trustworthy fabric of the affections. So-called love is a delirious inhuman state of mind: when hot it substitutes indulgence for fair play; when cold it is cruel, but friendship is warmth in cold, firm ground in a bog.

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.

She claimed she loved the camera, its warmth, its familiarity. She responded to its naked glare, its slavish attention to every expression of her face and body, with the kind of immediacy a trusted lover could expect.

If you would be loved, love and be lovable.

A life without love is like a year without summer.

Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time.

Perhaps love is like a resting place, A shelter from the storm, It exists to give you comfort, It is there to keep you warm, And in those times of trouble, When you are most alone, The memory of love will bring you home

Love is like the sun: has its inner energy source that shines on you

Evelyn slapped Raymond on the back with a laugh. You must be starved old friend. Come into my apartments, and we'll suffer through a deep breakfast of pure sunlight.

May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

But in the moonlight your eyes glow like there's a fire burning in you. It's as if you were born to spread warmth and love.

I had food, love, a place to sleep, and a warm, potbellied, wood-fed stove to sit near in the winter. I needed nothing more. Finally

It was our story. It didn't have to have a happy beginning or a happy ending, but the middle was a feast at a banquet, a rich soapy bath, a night's rest at an inn and full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.

like it better, nothing like sunshine dried right into your clothes.

I felt her tongue on mine, the warmth of her lips, breathed in the scent of her skin and hair, and we were in the wilderness again, and nothing else mattered.

His voice was warm and slow and reminded me of the gentle rumble of a distant summer storm--so inviting at a distance. And those eyes again, the ones that made me feel naked, like he saw beneath my skin. I knew I couldn't sit down and tell him my worries, but his steadfast gaze made me want to.