Quotes About Warmth

One gets the impression that when this house is full there's probably nothing here but love and a hell of a racket.

After the chills and fever of love, how nice is the 98.6º of marriage!

Warmth, warmth, more warmth! For we are dying of cold and not darkness. It is not the night that kills, but the frost.

Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti. -Nell Crain - The Haunting of Hill House

The fact that we heated most of the old farmhouse with nothing but a woodstove was a source of great pride for my father and endless inspiration for witticisms like, "Chop your own wood it'll warm you twice!

A szeretet melegít, s ? sohasem fázott még ilyen nagyon

Ponekad davna prole?a, puna toplote i mirisa, procvetaju još jednom u nama. I mi ih pronosimo kroz sadašnju zimu štite?i ih prsima. A onda, jednoga dana, ta davna prole?a po?nu štititi naša prsa od mraza kad se na?emo s one strane prozora na kojoj mraz nije samo slika. (...) Zamisli sada, u ovoj zimi, dva takva prole?a što se dodiruju kao dve livade mirisama. Eto šta nam je potrebno umesto ogrta?a.

Hers was a beauty that alienated-she was not cold exactly, but she did not offer warmth or ease-she possessed a kind of eerie solitude.

Now that he was gone, Sunja held on to her father's warmth and kind words like polished gems.

May we keep a little of the fuel of youth to warm our body in old age.

What an amazing thing to be asked. Right now, tucked into the warmth of my car with this unanswerable question before me—this might have been my favorite moment of all the lifetimes.

S ljudima zajedno smrdi, ali je toplo.

Her fingers brushed his palm as she took the piece of metal, warm from his touch, and something surprisingly like a burst of want ferreted up her spine.

The end of the world can be cozy at times.

the smells of the fur rug and saddle soap, leather and hay, the warm, clean, fecund smell of horses, arose out of the cold darkness and were a comfort against a yearning that was not homesickness.

she instructs Rose to put the mousse over some hot water, to keep it warm for her own 'luncheon'. It's

My head was so light. Wind sang through the field grass. The same wind brushed hair off my face, soft as my mother's hand, and when the falling snow started to clump into flakes, each thick flake came down with the love of a frozen kiss, like somebody was saving up, freezing their warm love for later.

You'd have thought Louise was the snow itself, falling all around me, muffling the cold and the wind even as she was the source of it.

It's not salvation that I have to offer - but something more like hot soup.

Just that working with Clint again is like coming home.

Let me be the first to tell you, drinking alcohol is the worst thing to do in cold weather. Hot soup is the best because the process of digesting food helps to warm you up.

Oh, you have a kitchen! I'm gonna like this place very much.

He took her in in his arms and kissed her. The coffeepot boiled over and they laughed and laughed with the simple foolish joy of being alive.

Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.