One of the things that I have seen change that warms the cockles of my heart is what is happening in the cosmetics industry. For years, they were doing horrible things to animals in the manufacture of cosmetics, and testing of the most barbaric types; today, if you go into a drugstore and go down the [cosmetics] aisle, look at how many of them say no animal testing. I've talked with people who work in the cosmetics departments, and they tell me, Without that, you can't sell them. And that's wonderful!
I was a poet too; but modern taste Is so refined and delicate and chaste, That verse, whatever fire the fancy warms, Without a creamy smoothness has no charms. Thus, all success depending on an ear, And thinking I might purchase it too dear, If sentiment were sacrific'd to sound, And truth cut short to make a period round, I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse Than caper in the morris-dance of verse.
The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.
Food imaginatively and lovingly prepared, and eaten in good company, warms the being with something more than the mere intake of calories. I cannot conceive of cooking for friends or family, under reasonable conditions, as being a chore.
There are two kinds of truth; the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Without art science would be as useless as a pair of high forceps in the hands of a plumber. Without science art would become a crude mess of folklore and emotional quackery.
The torch of liberty is hot; warms those who hold it high; burns those who try to extinguish it.
The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.
The gentle art of gastronomy is a friendly one. It hurdles the language barrier, makes friends among civilized people, and warms the heart.
Tulips come up in spring for no reason. Of course, you planted bulbs and now in April the earth warms up. But why? For no reason except gravity. Why gravity? For no reason. And why did you plant red tulip bulbs to begin with? For beauty, which is itself and has no reason. So the world is empty. Things rise and fall for no reason. And what a great opportunity that is! You can start writing again at any minute. Let go of all your failures and sit down and write something great. Or write something terrible and feel great about it.
My self-absorption warms me; yours boils me.
You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.
If the sun warms up the rain, and the rain puts out the sun. Why does the greatest love become the greatest pain?
Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year. . The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.
Our charity is to be cordial. . . something that renews, invigorates and warms. Such should be the effect of our love for each other.
To the proud, the applause of the world rings in their ears; to the humble, the applause of heaven warms their hearts.
Fire is always ready to burn the hand it warms.
I know its corny, but laughter is a two-way gift, and hearing people laugh just warms me through and through.
The moral virtues, without religion are but cold, lifeless, and insipid; it is only religion which opens the mind to great conceptions, fills it with the most sublime ideas, and warms the soul with more than sensual pleasures.
One can enjoy a wood fire worthily only when he warms his thoughts by it as well as his hands and feet.
It warms the cockles of my heart. Words chosen carefully.
