Quotes About Warmth

Each time we embrace someone warmly, we gain an extra day of life.

A life without love is like a year without spring.

Vital lives are about action. You can't feel warmth unless you create it, can't feel delight until you play, can't know serendipity unless you risk.

Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.

True politeness is to social life what oil is to machinery, a thing to oil the ruts and grooves of existence. False politeness can shine without warming and glitter without vivifying.

His hand is firm and warm, and somehow, big as it is, it fits with mine.

They are like lying in the grass under the sky on a summer day. You're blinded by the sun, but you can feel the ground beneath you, so as much as you think you could go flying off, you know you won't. You're warmed from the inside and from the outside, and you can still feel that warmth on your skin when you walk away.

I want to stay in here, where it's warm and bright, surrounded by things that are living and not dead.

Just because she smiled at me

You made me feel gold,flowing too

I drew in a deep breath, then exhaled in satisfaction. "Smell that? That's air, bascha … good, clean air. And warm air, too . . no more frozen lungs." "No," she agreed, "no more frozen lungs … now we can breathe Southron air and have our lungs scorched.

Polly soaked for a long time, reading her book, until she was warm again from the inside out, then put on her oldest, softest cotton pajamas and woollen socks, and propped herself up at the window to look out at the storm.

I think love is caramel. Sweet and fragrant, always welcome. It is the gentle golden color of a setting harvest sun; the warmth of a squeezed embrace; the easy melting of two souls into one; and a taste that lingers even when everything else has melted away. Once tasted, it is never forgotten. And that is all I have to say about that.

There's an openness to his face, an innocence—a certain kind of niceness. It's the niceness that touches my heart the most.

I put my freezing hands on his cheeks and instead of pushing them away, he said, "Ahh, feels good." I laughed and said, "That's because you're coldhearted." He put my hands in his coat pockets and said in a voice so soft I wondered if I heard him right, "For everyone else, maybe. But not for you.

Peter's gone away on his training weekend. It's only been one day and I'm already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July. Peter is my cocoa in a cup, my red mittens, my Christmas morning feeling. He

I like him in sweaters. I get the urge to cuddle and pet him like a stuffed animal.

There's nothing cozier than a Christmas tree all lit up.

I like him in sweaters.

Kiss me like you missed me,

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer.

My chest feels warm and glowy, and I can feel myself start to smile.

our favorite part of the day. We're eating Popsicles, cherry ones. My shirt is sticking to my back, and my hands feel sugary and warm, but my lips are cool. The sun is turning that fiery pink I love, and I turn to Mark the way I always do. I look at him, really look

Peter is my cocoa in a cup, my red mittens, my Christmas morning feeling.