Carlo Collodi Quotes

Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

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.

I have a fireplace in my kitchen that I light every night, no matter what.

We heat our home with wood so the fireplace is always going and it's pretty cozy in here, which is good because we have long winters in Wisconsin.

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

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

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

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.

Take a nap in a fireplace and you'll sleep like a log.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

The household I grew up in... was rather like an Ovaltine advert. There was a huge fire, a kettle on the fire, the oven with the bread being baked every day, and there was the radio; it was very magical to hear all these wonderful programmes.

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.

A great restaurant is one that just makes you feel like you're not sure whether you went out or you came home and confuses you. If it can do both of those things at the same time, you're hooked.

Home is where your teapots are.

Honestly, I'm living my fantasy. It's being with my family, preferably on a snowy afternoon with a fire going, cuddled up in blankets, playing a game.

I love shawls!

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

There's nothing better than curling up with a good book and sitting in front of the fire on winter evenings.

Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow

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

Greene wood makes a hott fire.

Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.