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Quotes About Warmth

Just as pieces stitched together in a quilt warm our bodies, scrapbooks bind together memories to warm our hearts.
~ Anonymous
Tea is a cup of life.
~ Anonymous
A hug is two hearts wrapped in arms.
~ Anonymous
Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.
~ Anonymous
A garden of love grows in a grandmother's heart.
~ Anonymous
Every time I think of you, it is like getting a hug from the inside out.
~ Anonymous
A grandma's heart is a patchwork of love.
~ Anonymous
You are my sonshine.
~ Anonymous
Grandma quilts have love in every stitch.
~ Anonymous
I have a warm feeling after playing with my grandchildren. It's the liniment working.
~ Anonymous
Soup is liquid comfort.
~ Anonymous
A bed without a quilt is like a sky without stars.
~ Anonymous
A smile is a powerful weapon; you can even break ice with it.
~ Anonymous
I've never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful.
~ Anonymous
Given to hospitality.
~ Anonymous
Give a man a fire and keep him warm for a day. Light a man on fire and he will be warm for rest of his life.
~ Anonymous
The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor robin do then,Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn,To keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing!
~ Anonymous: Nursery Rhymes
Polly, put the kettle on,We'll all have tea.
~ Anonymous: Nursery Rhymes
It's cool to have a well run, comfortable and inviting home.
~ Anthea Turner
I realized my family was funny, because nobody ever wanted to leave our house.
~ Anthony Anderson
My darling one....I shall be thinking of you while you are away and hope you will remember to wrap up warm when you go out at night.
~ Anthony Burgess
And the rising sun shall rise yet higher, destroying with its flaming fire the evil will of the wicked West, but smiling warmly on the rest.
~ Anthony Burgess
Uncle Etienne says heaven is like a blanket babies cling to.
~ Anthony Doerr
They clomp together through the narrow streets, Marie-Laure's hand on the back of Madame's apron, following the odors of her stews and cakes; in such moments Madame seems like a great moving wall of rosebushes, thorny and fragrant and crackling with bees. Still-warm
~ Anthony Doerr