Warm Quotes - Page 2

• Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.

  Chuck Palahniuk

  Stupid, Sleep, Light

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• What is going to happen in the course of my day that will be an improvement over lying on something very soft, underneath something very warm, wearing only underwear, doing absolutely nothing, all by myself?

  Chuck Klosterman

  Lying, Underwear, Improvement

  Chuck Klosterman (2008). “Downtown Owl: A Novel”, p.124, Simon and Schuster

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• The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.

  Janet Fitch

  Lost Ones, Oysters, White

  Janet Fitch (2002). "White Oleander", Large Print Press

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• Cats regard people as warm-blooded furniture.

  Jacquelyn Mitchard

  Gato, Personas, Mascota

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• Y también digo esto. No creo que el bosque fuera tan brillante, ni el agua tan cálida, ni el amor tan dulce, si no hubiera peligro en los lagos.

  C. S. Lewis

  Sweet, Thinking, Lakes

  C.S. Lewis (1996). "Out of the Silent Planet", p.76, Simon and Schuster.

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• Era el mes de mayo y había un cálido sol que goteaba por los agujeros entre las nubes, como si el cielo fuera un cuenco azul roto y un niño intentara guardar miel en él.

  Chris Cleave

  Niños, sol, nubes

  Chris Cleave (2010). "Abejita: A Novel", p.52, Simon and Schuster

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• The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal... It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no burdens any more, no limits; there existed only glory and melody and love, so that one simply could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.

  Erich Maria Remarque

  Estrellas, Oscuridad, Noche

  Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

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• Passion is something you really don't miss, after it has cooled. It is like looking at an empty bottle on the side of the road and thinking, "Boy, I wish I had a Coke." The loves you miss are the ones that go away when they are still warm, even hot, to the touch.

  Rick Bragg

  Love You, Passion, Boys

  Rick Bragg (2010). “All Over but the Shoutin'”, p.216, Vintage

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• Cálidas son las millas tranquilas y afortunadas, Blancas orillas de anhelo se extienden, Una luz de reconocimiento llena Todo el gran día, y brillante El pequeño mundo de los brazos de los amantes. El silencio invade el bosque que respira Donde los miembros somnolientos guardan un tesoro, Ahora cae verde la sombra aprendida Sobre las frentes dormidas Y agita su secreto a una sonrisa. ¡Restaurado! ¡Regresado! Los perdidos son llevados en mares de naufragio a casa al fin: ¡Mirad! En un fuego de alabanza arde el seco y mudo pasado, y no nos separaremos más durante toda nuestra vida.

  W. H. Auden

  Fall, Sleep, Home

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• With each spring comes new life, energy and green growth. In summer comes the sun, warm, kind and enduring. Fall brings its canvas of color in careful, gentle change. Winter brews into faithful strength, beauty in pure white. And then comes you. You are all that Nature offers, a blessing, a gift.. You are the fifth season.

  Jason F. Wright

  Verano, primavera, otoño

  Jason F. Wright (2007). “The Wednesday Letters: A Novel”

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• I can well imagine an athiest's last words: "White, white! L-L-Love! My God!" - and the deathbed leap of faith. Whereas the agnostic, if he stays true to his reasonable self, if he stays beholden to dry, yeastless factuality, might try to explain the warm light bathing him by saying "Possibly a f-f-failing oxygenation of the b-b-brain," and, to the very end, lack imagination and miss the better story.

  Yann Martel

  White, Light, Self

  Yann Martel (2007). “Life of Pi (Illustrated): Deluxe Illustrated Edition”, p.76, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• You know,” he said, “this is why I love you so much.” Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. “What do you mean?” You don’t ask me to go inside because it’s cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand.

  J.R. Ward

  Love You, Mean, Want

  J.R. Ward (2009). “Lover Avenged: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.591, Penguin

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• That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.

  Carlos Ruiz Zafón

  Summer, Powerful, Fall

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• It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of huddling together to keep out the cold. We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.

  Lydia Millet

  Eye, Light, Sea

  Lydia Millet (2005). “Oh Pure and Radiant Heart”, p.266, Soft Skull Press

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• When an almond tree became covered with blossoms in the heart of winter, all the trees around it began to jeer. 'What vanity,' they screamed, 'what insolence! Just think, it believes it can bring spring in this way!' The flowers of the almond tree blushed for shame. 'Forgive me, my sisters,' said the tree. 'I swear I did not want to blossom, but suddenly I felt a warm springtime breeze in my heart.

  Nikos Kazantzakis

  Spring, Believe, Flower

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• Mi padre llevaba meses sin salir de casa, salvo para ir y venir del trabajo o sentarse en el patio trasero, y tampoco había visto a sus vecinos. Ahora los miraba, de cara en cara, hasta que se dio cuenta de que me habían querido personas que ni siquiera reconocía. Su corazón se llenó, cálido de nuevo como no lo había estado en lo que le parecía tanto tiempo -salvo pequeños momentos olvidados con Buckley, los accidentes de amor que ocurrieron con su hijo. ~pgs 209-210; Buckley, Lindsey y Jack en Susie

  Alice Sebold

  Padre, Corazón, Hijo

  Alice Sebold (2014). "The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic", p.150, Pan Macmillan

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• Es porque pienso tanto en los corazones cálidos y sensibles, que evitaría herirlos.

  Charles Dickens

  Heart, Thinking, Sensitive

  Charles Dickens (1839). "Oliver Twist", p.32

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• Temporada de nieblas y suave fructificación, amiga íntima del sol maduro; conspirando con él para cargar y bendecir de frutos las vides que rodean los tejados; para doblar con manzanas los musgosos árboles de las casas de campo, y llenar toda la fruta de madurez hasta la médula; Para hinchar la calabaza, y rellenar las cáscaras de avellana con un grano dulce; para poner más brotes, y aún más, flores más tardías para las abejas, Hasta que piensen que los días cálidos nunca cesarán, Porque el verano ha desbordado sus celdas húmedas.

  John Keats

  Amistad, Verano, Correr

  John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). "Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard", p.222, Harvard University Press

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• Should I warm the oven and bake you a batch of hero cookies? - Zephyra

  Sherrilyn Kenyon

  Hero, Cookies, Should

  Sherrilyn Kenyon (2011). “One Silent Night”, p.37, Hachette UK

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• You're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah…" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.

  J.R. Ward

  Fall, Rain, Eye

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• Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.

  Muriel Barbery

  Sleep, Cat, Autumn

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• Me enamoré de ella en verano, mi adorable chica de verano, De verano está hecha, mi adorable chica de verano, Me encantaría pasar un invierno con mi adorable chica de verano, Pero nunca soy lo suficientemente cálido para mi adorable chica de verano, Es verano cuando ella sonríe, Me río como un niño, Es el verano de nuestras vidas; lo contendremos por un tiempo Ella sostiene el calor, la brisa del verano en el círculo de su mano Sería feliz con este verano si fuera todo lo que tuviéramos.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Verano, Niña, Niños

  Maggie Stiefvater (2009). "Shiver", p.175, Scholastic Inc.

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• When you're cold, don't expect sympathy from someone who's warm.

  Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

  Frío

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• Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.

  Virginia Woolf

  Moda, Opiniones, Ropa

  Virginia Woolf (1995). "Orlando: A Biography", p.92, Wordsworth Editions

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• But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out

  Alice Sebold

  Lonely, Grace, Going Away

  Alice Sebold (2014). “The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic”, p.103, Pan Macmillan

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