Quotes About Cozy

I live in Australia Zoo. I have a very private home. We've got three bedrooms, one bathroom... The carpets are rose-coloured, which grossed Steve out, but I love it. He let me do everything the way I wanted. The house is just warm and cozy and small.

Oh, it's a snug little island! A right little, tight little island!

O, it's a snug little island! A right little, tight little island!

One of my favorite fall items is a turtleneck. Cozy pieces like that for the fall - cashmere, fluffy cream turtlenecks - I think that's so sexy.

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Sanity is a cozy lie.

When I'm home, I like a cozy, comfortable, calming space.

Pleasant is a rainy winter's day, within doors! The best study for such a day, or the best amusement,---call it which you will,--- is a book...

My idea of happiness is a rainy evening with a comfortable book to read.

He could hear rain pattering on the thatch, like a million mice line-dancing.

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cushioned easy chair, and was dozing peacefully.

I didn't notice you actin' all shy when McKane cozied up to you.

spiced apple cider and donuts,

There's something about a Christmas sweater that will always make me laugh.

that whole fussy room still carried an atmosphere of having been crocheted into existence rather than carpentered.

Galahad was curled up in her sleep chair.

I am a very private person, so on my birthday too I will spend a cozy time with my family and a few close friends!

There's a bed, a little fold-out table, and cabinets made of actual wood. These in combination with the photographs of family and friends give it a cozy, domestic flavor which is, however, completely ruined by the framed picture of Adolf Hitler on the wall. Waterhouse finds this to be shockingly poor taste until he remembers it's a German boat.

But Savinio's Milan is even better: The fog is cozy. It transforms the city into an enormous candy box, and its inhabitants into pieces of sugar candy… Women and girls pass hooded in the fog. A light vapor huffs around their nostrils and at their half-open mouths… You find yourself in a parlor stretched by mirrors… you embrace, each still fragrant with fog, as the fog outside-discreet, silent, protective- presses against the window like a curtain…

There were two mysteries, actually: one old, one new. The old one opened his mind, but it was the new one that climbed inside, turned several circle, and settled in with a grunt--like a satisfied dragon in a new cozy lair. And there it would remain--the mystery, in his mind--exhaling enigma for years to come.

The old one opened his mind, but it was the new one that climbed inside, turned several circles, and settled in with a grunt—like a satisfied dragon in a cozy new lair. And there it would remain—the

There is a place, September, oh, very far from Pandemonium. A place where it is always autumn, where there is always cider and pumpkin pie, where leaves are always orange and fresh-cut wood is always burning and it is always, just always Halloween.

...as warm & fuzzy as purring love...