“You select the colors of your thoughts; drab or bright, weak or strong, good or bad. You select the colors of your emotions; discordant or harmonious, harsh or quiet, weak or strong. You select the colors of your acts; cold or warm, fearful or daring, small or big.” BigsStrongEmotionColorColdQuietWeakWarmFearfulDaringHarshSelectHarmonious Author:Wilferd Peterson
“Caves are beautiful things you know. They're thermostatically controlled - warm when it's cold out and cool when it's warm. Very quiet. Nobody there. Especially in the winter - it was perfect. Also, because it's a cave, you can't do much with it.” KnowsBeautifulPerfectColdQuietWinterWarmControlledBeautiful ThingsCaves Author:Tenzin Palmo
“Margaret Kochamma's tiny, ordered life relinquished itself to this truly baroque bedlam with the quiet gasp of a warm body entering a chilly sea.” BodySeaQuietWarmTinyEnteringBaroqueChilly Book:The God of Small Things Source: The God of Small Things
“I wept bitterly, surrendering momentarily to my fear and heartbroken confusion, but slowly I began to quiet a bit, as Jamie stroked my neck and back, offering me the comfort of his broad, warm chest. My sobs lessened and I began to calm myself, leaning tiredly into the curve of his shoulder. No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.” IfsFeelingsBitsBehindsWonderListeningComfortQuietSpeechEarsHorseFingersCalmWarmShouldersConfusionNecksBroadsChestsOfferingCurvesHeartbrokenSoothingJamieOutlander Author:Diana Gabaldon
“We're all afraid of the same stuff. Mostly we're afraid that we're secretly not okay, that we're disgusting, or frauds, or about to be diagnosed with cancer. ... We want to teach you how to quiet the yammer ... how you can create comfort, inside and outside, how you can get warm, how you can feed yourself. And even learn to get through silence. ... There is a wilderness inside you, and a banquet. Both. [p. 253]” WantStuffSilenceTeachComfortQuietOkayCancerWarmWildernessFraudDisgustingBanquetsNot OkayInside And Outside Author:Anne Lamott
“And yet ... But what if ... I want to do something impossible. Something astounding and unheard of. I want to scrub the moss off the Space Shuttle and fly Julie to the moon and colonise it, or float a capsized cruise ship to some distant island where no one will protest us, or just harness the magic that brings me into the brains of the Living and use it to bring Julie into mine, because it's warm in here, it's quiet and lovely, and in here we aren't an absurd juxtaposition, we are perfect.” IfsWantUseSpacePerfectBrainImpossibleMagicMinesQuietMoonWarmLovelyAbsurdShipsIslandsProtestWhat IfFloatsCruiseHarnessMossUnheardJuxtapositionSpace ShuttleCruise Ships Author:Isaac Marion
“A cat knows how to be comfortable, how to get the people around it to serve it. In a tranquil domestic situation, the cat is a veritable manipulative genius. It seeks the soft, it seeks the warm, it prefers the quiet and it loves to be full. It displays, when it gets its own way in these matters, a degree of contentment we would all like to emulate.” PeopleKnowsWayMatterSituationKnow HowGeniusQuietDegreesComfortableCatWarmContentmentDisplayTranquilEmulateManipulative Book:A celebration of cats Source: A celebration of cats
“Let her arm go and pray she has no bruise,” a familiar voice said in a low angry tone. I shuddered from relief at the sound of his voice. Trey released my arm and shrugged, grinning. “I just wanted an oyster, and she wouldn’t serve me.” I opened my mouth to protest when the warm fingers holding my arm softly squeezed me for reassurance. So, I stayed quiet. “Jason, please escort your friend to the door. I have no other reason to speak with him unless Sadie has a bruise or any lasting marks from his hands, and then he will see me again.” SaidReasonHandsWantedSpeakSoundVoiceDoorsArmsPrayingPleaseQuietLowsMouthsMarkAngryFingersWarmFamiliarToneReliefProtestLastingJasonOystersBruisesReassuranceGrinningSadie Author:Abbi Glines
“I nod like I'm not at all unnerved by this new cold side to him. Not cruel like his father. Not warm like the husband who sought me out on quiet nights. Something in between. This Linden has never woven his fingers through mine, never chosen me from a line of weary Gathered girls, never said he loved me in a myriad of coloured lights. We are nothing to each other.” SaidLightNightGirlFatherSidesLinesMinesColdQuietHusbandFingersWarmChosenWearyWoven Book:Sever Source: Sever
“She followed the pleasure where it led. She had no weight, no name, no thoughts, no history. Then came a burst of phosphorescence, as though a firework had discharged behind her eyes, and it was over. She felt quiet and warm. For the first conscious moment of her life, her mind was free from wonder, free from worry, free from work or puzzlement. Then, from the middle of that marvelous furred stillness, a thought took shape, took hold, took over. I shall have to do this again.” MindFirstsMomentsEyeNamesFeltPleasureBehindsWonderWorryMiddleShapesQuietConsciousWeightWarmStillnessMarvelousHer EyesFireworks Book:The Signature of All Things Source: The Signature of All Things