Candice Olson Quotes

I think people need a little light and a little happiness in their lives.

My hole is warm and full of light.

I like the idea of being warm and secure. That's what home should be. That you have a sense of warmth, security, love, and you love the things around you and surround yourself with beauty.

Your best T-shirt should be like your bed; it just feels like you are home when you are in it.

My idea of absolute happiness is to be in bed on a rainy day, with my blankie, my cat, and my dog.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

The spaces I want to be in are nurturing and soft and saturated with color. Our cities don't have enough of that, and as humans we need it.

Every time I come home, it is the same great pleasure to lie down in my bed. That's when I think, 'home sweet home.'

Home, more than anything, means warmth and bed.

My husband and I have very similar desires when we're entertaining. We want everybody to feel comfortable and welcome, to know they can kick off their shoes and be able to come right in.

I love folding clothes just out of the dryer because they smell so amazing.

I love coming home.

I love being at home.

The most important thing is how you are made to feel in your home.

I feel comfortable whenever I step on the floor.

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.

You don't have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.

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

Oh, comfortable cocoa!

Everyone loves feeling comfortable. But it's actually completely useless.

Music is something that should give you peace.

I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. "It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days." "My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.

One evening when I had my wood-burning stove going I realized I hadn't thought of dessert.