Quotes About Warmth

Disneyland would be a world of Americans, past and present, seen through the eyes of my imagination--a place of warmth and nostalgia, of illusion and color and delight.

Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!

I feel very warm towards Mum and Dad for giving us the independence they did. My childhood, and the fact we didn't have a TV, gave me a boundless imagination.

How foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence.

There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

Fame doesn't fulfill you. It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary.

Dose it ever amaze and delight you that of all the places in the world - cold grassy nests under hedgerows, warm patches of sun on a carpet - the cat chooses to sit on your lap?

Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.

Humor is the honey in my tea.

They hugged, tight and warm and full of the promise he'd made upon waking up.

If it took me showing some warmth to get warmth in return, I'd do it.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The world is blessed to welcome you.

Boat drinks. Waitress, I need two more boat drinks. Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks. I gotta go where it's warm.

I let the sun hit me. The sun's some kind of gift. Another day we're all alive. I wish she could understand. I'm just happy to be alive.

She cracked a window and put on some stew.

I'm probably a bit romantic about it, but I think we humans miss having contact with fire. We need it.

Nobody want to Lose the Power of the Sun in their Mind, because we like sunschine.

Nobody want to lose the power of the sun in their mind, because we all like sunshine.

Happiness can start by a conversation with coffee or Tea.

He liked familiar things, things that had been worn in by good people, people he could trust.

Merry Christmas!' someone shouted. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. 'Merry Christmas!' 'Merry Christmas!' 'C-cookies for ever'body!' Sammy hollered. And looking both ways, they all fled across to the light, and the warmth, and the books, and the mystery.

Performers are so vulnerable. They're frightened of humiliation, sure their work will be crap. I try to make an environment where it's warm, where it's OK to fail - a kind of home, I suppose.