Quotes About Warmth

You stand above them like the brightest star in the heavens.  You are the sweet golden light I didn't know I was missing."  He looked at her, his heart bursting.  "The honeyed warmth I ne'er knew existed, even in my earth life.  You may no' be the first woman I've drawn into my arms, but you are the only one I've given my heart.

Beneath their wary smiles, the people were warm and friendly. They had known sorrow and loss, but their spirit survived.

Andrew, sounding impatient, said, "Will ye do it, lassie?" Blinking, Lina realized that she was still staring at Ian. He smiled, and so compelling was his smile that her own lips twitched in response. "It is up to you, lass," Ian said quietly. "I'd like it fine if you would." Warmth spread through her at those simple words.

Betia laughed a little, shaking her head. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek as she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Her brown eyes glittered with a devil-may-care recklessness that warmed me to my toes. If it would make her smile that way, I would dance all night.

She was sitting on the floor, beneath the phone, with her arms wrapped around her, when Lou found her. "You been, like, sitting out here for a while," he said. "Do you want me to bring you a blanket or a dead tauntaun or something?

It was even softer and fluffier than I'd imagined. It was like wearing an Ewok.

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in slippers.

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done—cook an omelet, change lightbulbs, make with hugging—sometimes almost made being a woman fun. She wished she were not so

He smiled then, and that smile was like the sunset, stretching from one end of her existence to the other, lighting her way not by sight, but with a slow kindle inside she knew would never leave her bereft for the sun's warmth.

Now she wanted a passion that started as fire and melted into warmth. A steady heat, holding fast for a lifetime against the coldness of the world. Without that hearth, small disappointments could magnify and link, forming a chain that could strangle the heart.

Have you ever seen a pedant with a warm heart?

Lamplight, console me till then, harbinger warm of the night.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.

And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light and a striving evermore for these; and he is dead, who will not fight; and who dies fighting has increase.

So we contemplate each other, and we want each other, and I give it life and warmth, and it gives me my reason for living.

Carlos was probably somewhere warm, eating three meals a day, and sleeping in a real bed. That was the life

It was the language that left us first. The Great Migration of words. When people spoke they punched each other in the mouth. There was no vocabulary for love. Women became masculine and could no longer give birth to warmth or a simple caress with their lips. Tongues were overweight from profanity and the taste of nastiness. It settled over cities like fog smothering everything in sight. My ears begged for camouflage and the chance to go to war. Everywhere was the decay of how we sound.

We were warm and shivering, and young and ancient, and alive. I was thinking, it's true. We already love each other. We already do.

She makes the world seem shiny and sunlit. -Noel

I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone. The universe was good because he was in it.

He is shivering slightly and he kisses my neck with cold lips.We stay like that,enfolded in each other's arms,for a minute or two, and it feels like the universe is reorganizing itself, and I know any anger we felt has disappeared. Gat kisses me on the lips,and touches my cheek. I love him. I have always loved him.

We were warm and shivering, and young and ancient, and alive.

His skin is warm and sandy.We intertwine our fingers and close our eyes against the sun. We just lie there.Holding hands.He rubs my palm with his thumb like he did two summers ago beneath the stars. And I melt.

He looked at you like you were the brightest place in the galaxy.