Alice Waters Quotes

I am happiest when I'm sitting on my parent's couch with the fire place on and talking to my family.

Whenever it gets a little cold in L.A., it gives me an excuse to light my fireplace. You could stare at that joint for, like, a cool two hours. It's entrancing.

Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.

There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.

Nothing smelled so good or danced so well as a birch fire.

Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

This neo-minimalism super cold stuff is weird to me. I need a place where I can come home and take my shoes off.

For me, there's nothing better than curling up in my favorite blanket on a cloudy or rainy day and just knit. Especially in front of the fireplace.

Books that you carry to the fire, and hold readily in your hand, are most useful after all.

Now I'll read anytime, anywhere. I love reading in front of the space heater. Isn't that a sad confession? But it's like my substitute for the roaring fireplace of yore.

I love home, any home really - my mum's, and of course my own. I love eating food there and chilling in bed with a cup of tea.

As soon as I get into my house, I put on sweats and pyjamas.

I love my living room: it's the heart of my home where I get to chill and spend time with family and friends.

I don't know why, but the warmth and the comfort of flickering light help. And a fire, in the fireplace or on the beach, is very comforting. I think when you make something consistent and familiar, it helps. I light candles every single night in my home.

A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.

I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.

I'm working on my house and playing with my fire pit and kind of just hanging around and making my home feel homey.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

Like when you sit in front of a fire in winter — you are just there in front of the fire. You don't have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.

I like my house to feel like a place where I can just lie back and say, 'Ahhhhh, I'm home.'

I love candles and creating a homely space.

[T]he cold warms me—after a different fashion from that of the kitchen stove.

All rooms ought to look as if they were lived in, and to have so to say, a friendly welcome ready for the incomer.