Quotes About Warmth

somehow or other, there is a genial sunshine about you that warms every creeping thing into heart and confidence. Your

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.

Then he lets out a surprisingly strong mustard-colored meow and settles back into his mother's warmth. Who ever heard of a cat named Mustard? Impossible.

Ho sempre associato il calore del suo corpo attraverso la camicia da notte al segreto della perfetta torta di zucchero di Barnet.

I had learnt the satisfaction which comes from hardship and the pleasure which derives from abstinence; the contentment of a full belly; the richness of meat; the taste of clean water; the ecstasy of surrender when the craving of sleep becomes a torment; the warmth of a fire in the chill of dawn.

The road to a friend's house is never long.

Nice gets nice.

This simple fact explains an awful lot about the biology and conservation of bumblebees. They have to eat almost continually to keep warm; a bumblebee with a full stomach is only ever about forty minutes from starvation. If a bumblebee runs out of energy, she cannot fly, and if she cannot fly, she cannot get to flowers to get more food, so she is doomed

My soul fills quietly with the yellow gas of joy. I am to see Alice. I feel light returning, a sudden surge like a goal in extra-time; hope spreads in my heart like fridgeless Clover on white white bread. Even my cold toes become warm. Then I realise that Jezebel has been sick on my feet.

Her voice had something of the warm darkness in it.

Build a man a fire and you warm him for a night. Set a man on fire and you warm him for the rest of his life.

Grasping for temporarily higher wages at the expense of placing your job in jeopardy is like burning your furniture to make the house a few degrees warmer.

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

The rage crept in. Like a shivering rat looking for a spot of warmth, a crumb of food.

Abundant life occurs where it is warm and wet on land and where it is quite cool, less then 12°C, in the ocean.

It may be somewhat paradoxical to refer to shame as a 'feeling,' for while shame is initially painful, constant shaming leads to a deadening of feeling. Shame, like cold, is, in essence, the absence of warmth. And when it reaches overwhelming intensity, shame is experienced, like cold, as a feeling of numbness and deadness. [In Dante's Inferno] the lowest circle of hell was a region not of flames, but of ice---absolute coldness.

What he wanted was something soft and fat and gentle, full of rounding sweet places to hide in.

The warmth of the bourbon still glowed deep within her, helping her find her center. How could something so simple have brought her so much relief? But Safia sensed it wasn't truly the alcohol so much as the kindness. She had forgotten what that was like. It had been too long. Not since…not

The warmth and peace she had experienced before had nothing to do with gifts or blessings. It was this human touch. The warmth of family, the peace of self and certainty. That was blessing enough for anyone.

You know, I just love Grace Kelly. Not because she was a princess, not because she was an actress, not because she was my friend, but because she was just about the nicest lady I ever met. Grace brought into my life as she brought into yours, a soft, warm light every time I saw her, and every time I saw her was a holiday of its own. No question, I'll miss her, we'll all miss her, God bless you, Princess Grace.

Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself, because I love you, yes I do.

It was so dark I could hardly see her. The weight of her arm was wonderfully comfortable, and her gin-sweet breath was warm on my cheek.

The candles, the orange gleam of firelight where she'd been standing made me think of the warmth of the wine bar, as if the light itself might be a passageway back to the night before and the little wooden table where we had sat knee to knee, her face washed with the same orange-tinged light.

It was getting warmer. The dirty snow was pockmarked from the warm rain, and melting in patches to expose the slimy, yellowed grass beneath it; icicles cracked and plunged like daggers from the sharp peaks of the roofs.