Quotes About Coziness

A bed. A chest. A small stand by the bed.

Grandma, down in her own cozy room, sat listening to the blithe noises with a smile on her face, for the past seemed to have come back again. It was as if her own boys and girls were once again frolicking in the rooms above her head, as they had done forty years before.

It was even softer and fluffier than I'd imagined. It was like wearing an Ewok.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.

But the roaring of the fire, And the warmth of fur, And the boiling of the kettle Were beautiful to her!

A bed without a quilt is like a sky without stars.

it is splendid to drowse on the davenport, to be warm and fed, to feel the sentences hoist her up and carry her somewhere else.

A bottle of wine. A family-sized packet of Nacho Cheese Flavoured Tortilla Chips and a jar of hot salsa dip. A packet of cigarettes on the side (I know, I know). The rain hammering against the windows. And a book. What could have been lovelier?

You must know that feeling when it's raining outside and the heating's on and you lose yourself, utterly, in a book. You read and you read and you feel the pages slipping through your fingers until suddenly there are fewer in your right hand than there are in your left and you want to slow down but you still hurtle on towards a conclusion you can hardly bear to discover.

Honestly, the most excited I've ever been for Christmas is when I get a big fluffy blanket.

Well, fluffy shirts are, by definition, very comfortable.

One of my life's watchwords is 'hyggelig.' It's an untranslatable Danish term for getting together with friends and family and sitting around in a cosy atmosphere with nice food and wine and candles.

She was wearing an old sweatshirt and pair of jeans, big fluffy slippers and had some kind of feathery dusting thing on a long handle in her hand. And she looked delicious. He wanted to tackle her on the spot.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

Strings of chili hung from the rafters, chili to wake them from their dreams, dreams born of scents and rhythms, and the warmth that fell from the sky like the fleeciest blanket.

A: I like your apartment. B: It's nice, but it's only big enough for one person – or two people who are very close. A: You know two people who are very close?

The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.

What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?...Was ever anything so civil?

My favourite day is like when it's raining, and I can just lie on the couch.

I love having beautiful furniture and things, but I don't want my space to look like a showroom.

Give me a hot drink, and I'm happy. Hot cider, hot chocolate, coffee... I like all winter beverages!

There's nothing better than curling up with a good book and sitting in front of the fire on winter evenings.

I'm from Sweden, so I don't enjoy winter at all; there's nothing cute about it.

As far as food goes, I enjoy warm dumplings and soups in winters.