Quotes About Warmth

Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in; and always somewhere in the distance there is a place where two people might be happy if only they were together. It is in the spring that one dreams of such places; one thinks of the summer which is coming, and the heart dreams of its friend.

Yellow is the true color of spring, not green; the new grass, the clouds, the misty, sunny air, the sticky buds like little feathers on the trees, all are mixed with yellow tone, with the haze of sun and earth and water. Green is for summer; blue, for fall.

Somehow, the Good Lord don't want to see no man start a cold morning with just black coffee.

It always looked to me like she was smiling. In fact, I know she was. Lots if things smile, like a flower to the sun. And one thing sure. I knew that just like I could smile to see Pinky, she sure could smile to see me.

My dad says he likes to bask in my glow.

I feel as though the world is a friendly boy walking along in the sun.

PRAY FOR THE SOUL OF THE DEMOISELLE JEANNE D'Ys, WHO DIED IN HER YOUTH FOR LOVE OF PHILIP, A STRANGER. A.D. 1573." But upon the icy slab lay a woman's glove still warm and fragrant.

Why are coffee people so nice?

There is little in life so reassuring as a genuine welcome.

My brother! Nighteyes greeted me joyously.

He'd known of love and accepted that it existed for him. But never before had he actually felt love as a physical sensation that emanated from another creature and warmed and comforted him. It was incredible.

I know of nothing more warming than hot meat and tea and good fellowship.

Vanity is such a strange thing. They mourned me, and I was warmed that they loved me.

I sat listening to the birdcalls and smelling the new day's warmth touching the earth. Such things have always been a deep comfort to me. This morning they affirmed the goodness of the earth always goes on and made me wish that I could stay to watch the summer grow strong and the fruit swell on the trees. p. 65

Sometimes I wonder about that grip. The hand was hard and rough, trapping mine within it. And yet it was warm, and not unkind, as it held mine. Only firm. It did not let me slip on the icy streets, but it did not let me escape my fate, either.

Kettricken smiled.

Books -- they come home hot in your hands and then by increments they warm your life, like heated bricks in a New England bed.

I cherish a witch hazel kind of day, a scrap of color, a light in the window when winter is closing all around.

Firewood warms you twice

Across the market stalls and blankets, warmth and compassion were changing hands.

Her heart felt happy and full, and that was how she learned that love warms the heart when it is given, regardless of whether it is received.

honey. Maeve and I use it all the time." "For what?" "Tea.

an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love.

what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine