Quotes About Coziness

I want the home about me: candles burning, curtains drawn, warmth, tea, friendship, love.

This book Is intended to be read in bed. Please do not attempt to read it anywhere else.

There are definite advantages to single beds." He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. "Makes cuddling mandatory.

The sun Is a leaping fire Too hot To go near, But it will still Lie down In warm yellow squares On the floor Like a flat Quilt, where The cat can curl and purr.

As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.

The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There where books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fall over them.

I love the small-town vibe.

He used to love small spaces, in fact—had filled his room in Lehrer's apartment with dozens of houseplants with wide frond-like leaves, vines that dangled down from the ceiling like Spanish moss.

Christmas to me is very much about family and the depths of winter.

the single-story house

There is nothing more delightful in life than a feather bed and an open fire—except a feather bed with a warm and tender lover in it.

the room. It was early January, and despite the furnace's best efforts, the only truly warm place at night was bed, under heavy blankets. I smiled at him, and rose from my chair, dropping the heavy wool

Firelight will not let you read fine stories but it's warm and you won't see the dust on the floor.

Picture you, upon my knee, Just tea for two, and two for tea.

While there were few things more terrifying than being outside in a blizzard, there were few things more comforting than being inside.

It was a perfect time of year, when late summer flowers were still blooming and the leaves were turning, and the grass was still green, but the nights were chilly and sweaters were out and fires were beginning to be lit. So that the hearths at night resembled the forests in the day, all giddy and bright and cheerful. Soon everyone would head back to the

the room was warming up and there was nothing quite like the comfort of being cold, then slowly feeling the heat approaching and arriving and spreading.

No place could ever be warmer than Three Pines.

I'm one of those people that just likes to be comfortable.

If you live in a small space, you should do the things that make it feel luxurious.

It's Valentine's Day, and in the street there's freezing rain, and slush, and sleet, the wind is fierce, the skies are gray, I don't think I'll go out today. But here inside, the weather's warm, there is no trace of wind or storm, and you just made the morning shine— you said you'd be my valentine.

A small café, that's love.

He wrapped his arms around me. We were cuddled up like a couple of spoons in a cutlery drawer.

in a keen frost, I would feel the satisfaction of being shut in from the outer world (like the sea-swallow which builds at the end of a dark tunnel and is kept warm by the surrounding earth), and where, the fire keeping in all night, I would sleep wrapped up, as it were, in a great cloak of snug and savoury air,