Quotes About Warmth

Recevant une faible irradiation solaire aux heures les plus chaudes, ils n'avaient plus besoin de toison... sauf sur la tête.

Stowne leaned in to kiss her, their mouth warm, soft as fine sand and still smiling.

Está nua, e a luz impregna a sua pele branca de um brilho quente, como se tivesse mergulhada em mel (...)»

Upturned toward the sun, eyes closed. That color and warmth I see and feel is the soul on fire. If only it remained when again my eyes opened.

What really shocked me about New York, I have to say, are the people. I mean, I sort of—being from Colorado originally and then from L.A., there was sort of a perception that people from New York can be very cold and sort of distant. I was really surprised that that was the exact opposite of what I found. I found that people there were incredibly nice, incredibly warm.

hope your birthday is hot hot hot

I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake.

He who doesn't forget God isn't cold in his grave," she said. "What keeps him warm?" I insisted. Her thin voice had become like a whisper: it was a secret. "God himself.

And in my head, a person who was out walking and walking in the dark comes to a little house with a light on. Waits at the door for a moment, and then goes in. Finds such a welcome that she stays.

Here is another thing I like about a good friendship, the go-aheadness of it all. You don't have to knock to come in the door. You don't have to ask to look in a refrigerator. You want coffee? Pour some. These friendships, formed by time, are getting so rare. I worry about that. "How

big love, it's like a powerful blanket, laid down on your land, warming you and protecting you. Something like that. I get out my poetry notebook. History can wait. Today two kids fell asleep in Mr. Spurlock's class and he didn't even notice until one started snoring.

You just sat with her and right away you started being treated like a popular person.

warmth of her house settles around her. Come here, dearie, says the kitchen. Come and have a nice slice of cake.

The one small room the house contained was scoured as a seashell. There was a table, a chest, a bedstead with a faded quilt, a spinning wheel, and a small loom. A few ancient kettles hung about the clean-swept hearth. From a square of sunlight on the floor an enormous yellow cat opened one eye to look at them.

I crossed the street to walk in the sunshine.

This was my voice, but perfectly wise, calm and compassionate. This was what my voice would sound like if I'd only ever experienced love and certainty in my life. How can I describe the warmth of affection in that voice, as it gave me the answer that would forever seal my faith in the divine?

In times of storm and tempest, of indecision and desolation, a book already known and loved makes better reading than something new and untried ... nothing is so warming and companionable.

He grinned at her, and she grinned at him, and it seemed to Maria that suddenly the sun came out.

Allo, darlin'. Oi'm so glad to see it's love at first sight for you, too.

I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light when the rest of the world was a dark, forbidding place. Whenever my family was around, wherever we were, I felt like I was home.

Indio started forward and took the big man's hand as naturally as he'd taken his mother's. "Come on! Maude's making roast chicken and there'll be gravy and dumplings.

Will you make my house a home, Isabel?

Will you make my home a home, Isabel?

She made him think of his mother, of his nurse, of all things kind and comforting, besides having the attraction of not being his mother or his nurse.