#warm

Character represent life and life represents our character. ↗

— Lucy Dawn

#insporational #joy #life #peace #life

We laughed a lot and I grew warmer still, lovely and warm. I do realize that some of that warmth was due to the wine, but there was much more to it than that. There are two distinct aspects to Communion wine: one aspect is the wine itself, the other is the idea of communion. Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so. ↗

— Franny Billingsley

#warmth #wine #love

The glory of fame isn't in having so many people know you, but in having so many people know you care. Otherwise, it's like being drawn to a fire to find no warmth. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#caring #empathy #esteem #fame #fire

She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her. I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#warm-bodies #zombies #zombies

I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bite somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts" -Warm Bodies ↗

— Isaac Marion

#warm-bodies #zombies #funny

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#enjoyment #literature #literature-quotes #poems #poetry

Go spend time with the aspen trees. They'll tell you how it works. They'll tell you to look to your roots for energy. They'll tell you there's warmth below the surface. ↗

— Kaya McLaren

#warmth #home

A strange, warm feeling swirled in my chest, and for a brief moment, when I looked at him, I saw...safety ↗

— Richelle Mead

#heartwarming #love #love

I suppose that having lost true love once, I never wanted to replace it with a lukewarm approximation that would only serve to make me remember it forever. ↗

— Paola Kaufmann

#love #lukewarm #memory #true-love #love

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze