Quotes About Warmth

He thought of nothing but the ardent, open warmth of this singular and passionate young woman who inspired him to love with all of his body and mind.

A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,To let the warm Love in!

O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet the Evening listens.

And if I sit in that room at the top of the house and I think about my life and if I shut my eyes from time to time and imagine being warm in the summer and I hear the bees buzzing and for a moment I truly am Alice in Wonderland, do you have the heart to tell me I am not?

Do not be afraid of showing your affection. Be warm and tender, thoughtful and affectionate. Men are more helped by sympathy, than by service; love is more than money, and a kind word will give more pleasure than a present.

Meyer is a transcendent warmth, the listening ear of a total understanding and forgiveness, a humble wisdom.

Love is a hot shower where your skin never prunes.

Keep me where the light is.

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

She is our treasure, our hope, our light, and our warmth. She is our legacy. Here's to the two of you and your life together.

melted milk chocolate; it's a roaring fire on a snowy night; it's a double rainbow; the green-glass barrel of a wave; the first sip of ice-cold champagne. And then…he arrives

Camus quote: In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

Some people are worth melting for," he says.

My mom says that when it rains you never feel like you should be anywhere but home.

Inside the cottage it was as warm as summer, despite the open door-another touch of Morgan's homely magic-and sweet-smelling cakes were baking on the hearthstone, their crusts just golden-brown on the side closest to the coals.

Kit turned to him and blinked, candlelight cupping his cheek like a hand.

He shivered no longer, Mehiel's power warming his shoulders like a feathered cloak.

The Devil's lips hovered over Kit's, satin as rose petals, the warm brush of breath on Kit's skin and the warmth of a presence clos enough to stir the fine hairs on his cheeks.

He squeezed Kit's elbow and felt Kit lean against him-not so much relaxing as seeking comfort and perhaps warmth, despite the way he almost flinched away from Will's steadying touch.

He's warm and solid, present as an oak tree as he sighs and leans against me.

It was perfectly silent, and perfectly safe, and perfectly warm. And perfectly alone.

Somewhere, he found a smile that was positively sunny, and gave it to her.

Golden wings, golden eyes, a dream of memory and warmth as Kit dropped to his knees, body clenched around a scream he was still too proud to give voice.

He snuggled her up against his chest, let his warmth surround her. "This is my favorite time of day. Just before the sun starts to rise. Before there is any hint of daylight. The stars always seem their brightest now, as if they know they only have another hour or so of life. For in that time they'll all be gone from sight, lost to the sun, and hidden away until night claims the world anew. So they shine their brightest while the world still sleeps.