Quotes About Cozy

Poetry wrapped around my heart like a cozy blanket Quills in my brain ink running through gray matter rivulets Dead authors ghosting through my soul...

My feeling on rain is that it should only occur at night when people are sleeping. At night, rain is cozy. During the day, rain is a pain in the gumpy.

He had one foot on the floor, one foot hanging over the armrest, and Carl was sleeping on his chest. It was endearing

sharing my cozy home with the mice.

I spend a lot of time in our kitchen. I find it the cosiest, friendliest place in the house. It's not something my American upbringing prepared me for, but now that I live in England, it's become very important to me.

I wanted stores that would feel like a comfortable room in my apartment, cozy and colorful and different.

Their love is eternal because time seems to have fled, embarrassed to be sharing such a small apartment with so much dumb affection.

Cosy Moments cannot be muzzled!

Religion seems to have always offered us that false duality," she said, setting her cup of tea on a flat stone. "The silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.

"cozy+smell of pancakes-alarm clock=weekend"

You don't want your hands froze on Christmas, do you.

She felt warm and satisfied, but all the questions and uncertainty about the true nature of their connection still lurked there in the background, like wind rattling the windows of a cozy room. It was a long time before she slept.

skate across the icy sea of oilcloth between me and the bookcase. I kneel up in bed and put on Rob's coat. Its thick, stiff wool is becoming supple again from the heat of my body night after night. I put the sleeve to my face and

You never got a particularly nautically rigorous look at the Swift, but you nonetheless came away with a powerful impression of it: it was a plucky but cozy little vessel, elegant to look at but game in a fight, with sleek lines and glowing yellow portholes through which one glimpsed snug, shipshape cabins.

I grew up in a very large family in a very small house. I never slept alone until after I was married.

I build an entire fort out of pillows. I need at least four pillows. I need on each side, I need one normal usage pillow for the back of my head, and I need another pillow just in case.

Proper love should be utterly supportive and comfortable, and it feels like a raincoat or a jacket potato.

Staying awake in the winter requires considerable pantry, a lot of luck, warm clothes, and several dozen good books.

J'aime les chats parce que j'aime ma maison. Et qu'ils en deviennent peu à peu l'âme visible.

There's nothing more marvelously wintery than orange root veg mash; some butter is all it needs.

The disorder in Yashar's apartment was that comfortable littering and stacking that only another writer can recognize as order - the considered scatter of papers and books a writer builds around himself until it acquires the cozy solidity of a nest.

I found my berth and discovered that no one else was going to Xian. The sleeper was empty. This was the rarest situation on a Chinese train, and one to be relished. Such circumstances were almost luxurious and definitely cozy.

I honestly don't know how you live without having a cat inside your house. It's like having a little living piece of art that is also very warm and soft.

The conclusion to be drawn is that I am happiest writing in small rooms. They make me feel comfortable and secure. And it took me years to figure out that I need to write in a corner. Like a small animal burrowing into its hole, I shift furniture around, and back myself into a cozy corner, with my back to the wall … and then I can write.