Quotes About Warmth

I have had my share of trouble and sickness but always somewhere in me there is a little spot of warmth and joy to make it all easier, like a traveler's fire burning out in the wilderness on a cold night.

Good Friends are like sunshine. A day is gloomy without them.

She felt the warmth of Peter's arm under her neck, and it almost felt like he was an extension of her, and like if they had souls, they lay somewhere snug between their two bodies. Maybe all of her strangeness, her curse, her always feeling like an outsider, had all existed so that she could belong here, with Peter.

P.S Please give my love to Tink. She was always such a funny little bug.

just seeing him standing there made a smile run through her clear down to her toes.

The light in Lisen and Geoff's apartment was warm, as was the atmosphere, and it poured around us like heated cream.

Before the spring arrives there are such days: Under the thick snow cover rests the lawn, The dry-and-jolly trees are making noise, Tender and strong, the wind is warm. And body is amazed at its own lightness, And your own home is alien to you, And song that had just previously been tiring With worry you are singing just like new.

There are such days before the spring: When meadows rest beneath the snow, And dry and cheerful branches swing When gentle warm winds blow. You marvel at your body's lightness And do not recognize your home, And sing again with new excitement The song that once seemed tiresome.

The first ray -- as the blessing of the Lord -- Across the face of the beloved did creep, Who, sleeping, went a little pale, And then again more tightly went to sleep. It seemed that warmth of ray of sun Appeared to him just like a kiss. And long with these my lips I have not touched The tan strong shoulder or the dear lips. And now, the deceased spirits in my long Disconsolate wandering along the way, I am now flying toward him as a song And I caress him with a morning ray.

a grieved shadow hunts my body's warmth

I don't quite jump for joy, but I am awfully glad to see him.

I was going to make some tea," [Marian] said. "It's cold tonight." [Lucivar] returned the smile, then gave her a long, very thorough kiss. "I have a better way to warm you up.

Was she cold? If he'd stayed with her last night, she wouldn't be cold.

She smiled, a warm smile that held no trace of aberrant humor. It bothered him on a level he couldn't comprehend. It bothered him on a level he couldn't comprehend. He experienced an overwhelming urge to grab that smile and hide it solely for himself to gaze upon. A Da Vinci masterpiece he intended to jealously guard.

That sinuous southern life, that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, that warm thick air and blood warm sea, that place of mists and languor and fragrant richness...

Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.

bathed in the thick honey gold of the sun through encircling trees only just beginning to turn the muted metal colors of fall.

Happiness is an unexpected hug.

A mom's hug lasts long after she lets go.

All you need is love... and a good cup of coffee.

Hospitality: making your guests feel like they're at home, even if you wish they were.

The household I grew up in... was rather like an Ovaltine advert. There was a huge fire, a kettle on the fire, the oven with the bread being baked every day, and there was the radio; it was very magical to hear all these wonderful programmes.

He was talking very excitedly to me, said the Vicar, about some apparatus for warming a church in Worthing and about the Apostolic Claims of the Church of Abyssinia. I confess I could not follow him clearly. He seems deeply interested in Church matters. Are you quite sure he is right in the head? I have noticed again and again since I have been in the Church that lay interest in ecclesiastical matters is often a prelude to insanity.

a handsome Frenchwoman abounding in commercial good nature.