Quotes About Cozy

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

I really love big scarves. I have a whole bunch.

I love the old movies from my past, when I was growing up. I just have a special place in my heart for them. They kind of feel like comfort food to me, so watching them is just cozy and warm.

I love corduroys , because they are really comfy and they're cozier than jeans. They come in nice autumn hues - colors that you can have fun with.

was leaf-bare?" Meadowslip asked. Brackenwing ran the tip of her tail along Reena's spine. "Did you find somewhere warm to shelter?" "We stayed cozy," Reena reassured them. Her gaze flicked over Larksplash. "Are you a warrior yet?" "I've been a mentor

He was dressed in a plaid bathrobe and bunny slippers

A little bungalow an hour or so from anywhere A little cozy nest, the kind that's best for two Among the shady trees, with birds and bees, and lots of air And just enough o' ground to fool around with you

Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.

Normally you have news, weather and travel.....but not on snow day, on snow day news is weather is travel.

No. We're not boring. We're safe. Comfortable. Cute.

Oh, it's nice to get up in the mornin',But it's nicer to lie in bed.

I love fall because I love the whole cuddling aspect of it, and a sweater dress has that vibe of I'm going to hunker down and be warm, but it's also very feminine.

I love cold, rainy weather.

I like sleeping in the cold, with covers up to my ears.

larder. Also, there was Mrs. Tittlemouse's bedroom, where she slept in a

England reminds me of a quote I saw on a packet of Swiss Miss instant cocoa mix: 'Like a basket of drinkable kittens, wrapped in a blanket, next to a fireplace.

All you had to do was flip through a couple of titles in the cozy-mystery section to know that evil lurked in the cutest, quaintest corners of the universe.

Comfort clothes, the next best thing to a hug from a warm, living body.

I am such an indoor person.

The rain is freedom; it has always been like that in L.A. It's freedom from smog and unbroken dreary hateful sameness, it's freedom to look out the window and think of London and little violets and Paris and cobblestones. It's freedom to be cozy. Cozy! You can be cozy and not even have to go to San Francisco.

on the living room floor. She's

Never trust a man who, when left alone in a room with a tea cozy, doesn't try it on.

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

Artificial lighting, air-conditioning, and automobiles, all powered by fossil fuels, swaddle us in our giddy modernity. In our ergonomic chairs and acoustical-panel cubicles, we sit cozy as kings atop 300 years of flaming carbon.