Quotes About Warmth

Even with overcast skies, papa bear always finds time to smile.

There's a saying in medicine that no one is dead until they are warm and dead.

LXVII INDOORS the fire is kindled; Beechwood is piled on the hearthstone; Cold are the chattering oak-leaves; And the ponds frost-bitten. Softer than rainfall at twilight, Bringing the fields benediction And the hills quiet and greyness, Are my long thoughts of thee. How should thy friend fear the seasons? They only perish of winter Whom Love, audacious and tender, Never hath visited.

My room is like a bit of June, Warm and close-curtained fold on fold, But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold.

Korbyn is a god, and he wishes it!" Liyana called after them. "Thank you for noticing," Korbyn said. He flashed a smile at her, and she felt the warmth of his smile pour over her.

I am an old-fashioned preacher of the old-time religion, that has warmed this cold world's heart for two thousand years.

Every time I see a smiling person on earth, I feel the warmth of the Sun in the sky.

She leaned into him to soak up his warmth. "You are so hot," she said. "It's about time you noticed," he teased.

Friends of mine that are from here or that have spent time here have told me about Israel and how warm the people are and that I should someday come here.

It's such a cold night and it's the only time I've actively been grateful for menopause. I've been entirely comfortable.

Cats ... are completely self-sufficient and can leave you at any time and go off and make a living. And yet cats can have warm and loving relationships with humans.

Now her smile was like the bleakness of the sun in a cold winter sky. It gave light but no warmth, perhaps because there was no matching warmth in her eyes.

Tengo quince años y medio, en ese país las estaciones no existen, vivimos en una estación única, cálida, monótona, nos hallamos en la larga zona cálida de la tierra, no hay primavera, no hay renovación

When people are warm, they cannot stand picking terms.

In the darkness she wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against his snuggly warmth, a blissful hum in her veins. She was safe and loved, in bed with her man.

At all times a heavy ceramic casserole would sit on a pale blue Aga, so should people drop in unexpectedly, I could wander out in my bare feet, welcome them warmly, give them dinner, then press my home-made elderberry wine on them. I would be like Nigella Lawson.

May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.

There are certain winter days when bed and bath seem to be the only two tolerable places in the world.

It was the kind of light that rests on your shoulders the way a cat lies on your lap. So familiar.

Gilead was the kind of town where dogs slept in the road for the sun and the warmth that lingered after the sun was gone, and the few cars that there were had to stop and honk until the dogs decided to get up and let them pass by. They'd go limping off to the side, lamed by the comfort they'd had to give up, and then they'd settle down again right where they were before. It really wasn't much of a town.

me! I'll just say—what am I going to say? The house will smell like

somewhere, nearby voices filled with dusk, cabs and panhandlers and one drunken girl screeching like a wounded bird - all of it flushed with a warmth and sad beauty I'd never noticed before.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

Many qualities of the transitional object—its ability to survive intense love and hate, its resistance to change unless changed by the infant, its ability to provide refuge and warmth, and its gradual relinquishment—are all shared by bare attention. Like the transitional object for the infant, bare attention enjoys a special status for the meditator: it, too, is an in-between phenomenon.