Quotes About Warmth

A smile is the lighting system of the face and the heating system of the heart

After arriving on the ancestral soil I figured out pretty quickly why that [Italian] heritage swamps all competition. It's a culture that sweeps you in, sits you down in the kitchen, and feeds you so well you really don't want to leave.

Over the phone, her laughter sounded like a warm bath.

cradling the soup terrine that she set

Her kitchen chairs were equipales that took you in like a hug, which I needed.

At the first sign of winter the trees began to die. Leaves and aborted fruits fell in thick, brittle handfuls like the hair of a cancer patient. The abundance of sun and warmth, which we thought would never end, had led the trees on too, promising the impossible. But now the daylight grew thin and they showed no will to live. A dead sea of leaves drifted deep and undisturbed on the orchard floors. No children played there. I spent a lot of time considering the mystery of my family tree.

The morning sunlight lay in slivers on the bedroom floor, cut to ribbons by the bamboo blind.

arm more tightly, as much to quell her own fears as give support to Adele. When they finally reached the hall, Adele looked around swiftly and then she also shivered and drew her robe about her. It seemed

I love single malts. Especially the old Islay whiskies. They say age removes the fire but leaves the warmth. I like that." You

The walls flickered in the candlelight. The room felt close and warm, like an underground sanctuary.

Book love is something like romantic love. When we are reading a really great book, burdens feel lighter, cares seem smaller, and commonplaces are suddenly delightful. You become your best optimistic self. Like romantic love, book love fills you with a certain warmth and completeness. The world holds promise.

You're nuts, but you're welcome here.

shoeburyness n. The vague uncomfortable feeling you get when sitting on a seat which is still warm from someone else's bottom.

Friendship, like other kinds of altruism, is vulnerable to cheaters, and we have a special name for them: fair-weather friends. These sham friends reap the benefits of associating with a valuable person and mimic signs of warmth in an effort to become valued themselves. But when a little rain falls, they are nowhere in sight.

I love Christmas, not just because of the presents but because of all the decorations and lights and the warmth of the season.

Those who fervently love God are intoxicated by His warmth and live out their addiction like moths drawn to a flame.

I love dressing for the winter - especially in baggy chunky cardigans.

We know that from time to time there arise among human beings people who seem to exude love as naturally as the sun gives out heat.

Hospitality should have no other nature than love.

I love summertime more than anything else in the world. That is the only thing that gets me through the winter, knowing that summer is going to be there.

Words ride on the energy of tone, its warmth or coldness; think of tone as the music of how words are expressed. You want this music to be soulful, whether you're giving sweet talk or tough love.

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.

We all enjoy being comfy, but my comfy - you know, I love a nice, cozy cashmere sweater and spandex, sure.