I desire many things concerning myself; but I desire nothing so much, as to have a heart filled with love to the Lord. I long for a warm personal attachment to Him.
She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.
Happiness consists not of having, but of being. It is a warm glow of the heart at peace with itself.
Now is my time. Everything I've done up to this point is just a warm up. This is where it all begins.
Once I showed up at my sister's with a baby rabbit I had bought from some children because its ears were cold. I put the rabbit on a hot water bottle and massaged its ears for quite a while. After all, I knew that all healthy animals had warm ears.
Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.
Oh, God above, if heaven has a taste it must be an egg with butter and salt, and after the egg is there anything in the world lovelier than fresh warm bread and a mug of sweet golden tea?
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens like one of those fluted Japanese blossoms, flimsy and spastic, bright and warm. This almost always seems to happen in community.
I don't have any warm personal enemies. All the SOBs have died.
Better freedom and a chilly road than a warm hearth and servitude.
Warm summer sun, shine kindly here.
Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. “My love is upon you,” he whispered…and she knew then that she had won.
The smile on your lips brings the summer sunshine, the tears in your eyes bring the rain. I feel your touch, you warm embrace, and I'm in heaven again.
I practice every day, I warm up before I play.
What struck me more than anything is how the people that are involved in government start out from a place of really wanting to do well, no matter what kind of political spectrum they're on, how they have to hold onto that warm fuzzy place in their heart while they're stuck in the machine.
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.
And now 'tis man who dares assault the sky. . . And as we come to claim our promised place, Aim only to replay the good you gave, And warm with human love the chill of space.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.