Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.

Isn't it true that a pleasant house makes winter more poetic, and doesn't winter add to the poetry of a house?

Home is the place where loneliness disappears. When we’re home, we feel warm, comfortable, safe, fulfilled.

one finds great comfort in good dinners

It is a much easier and less distressing thing to draw remonstrances in a comfortable room by a good fireside than to occupy a cold bleak hill and sleep under frost and snow without cloaths or blankets.

I know the look of an apple that is roasting and sizzling on the hearth on a winter's evening, and I know the comfort that comes of eating it hot, along with some sugar and a drench of cream... I know how the nuts taken in conjunction with winter apples, cider, and doughnuts, make old people's tales and old jokes sound fresh and crisp and enchanting.

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.

Home is where the heart is. Home is the quality of presence. It’s the quality of being. Home is always here.

Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.

Man wanted a home, a place for warmth, or comfort, first of physical warmth, then the warmth of the affections.

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

There is something about very cold weather that gives one an enormous appetite. Most of us find ourselves beginning to crave rich steaming stews and hot apple pies and all kinds of delicious warming dishes; and because we are all a great deal luckier than we realize, we usually get what we want — or near enough.

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.