Cosiest Quotes & Sayings

I had a much better fantasy life, than a real life. — Michael McIntyre

The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen. — Elizabeth Berg

Bliss defies description, obviously, since it annihilates you, since you're not there to experience it. You get the lead-up and the come-down, never the zenith. — Glen Duncan

I always wear SPF 30 sunscreen under my make-up, and I also wear a hat because taking care of my skin is important to me. — Brande Roderick

[ ... ]there is no injustice in God. The injustice lies in Christians who possess the gospel and refuse to give their lives to making it known among those who haven't heard. — David Platt

Good isn't obsessed to win
But
Bad is destined to lose — Hemdiva Dev

Awake asleep ought to be with us - So he may see dreams in wakefulness. — Rumi

Anorexia is a disease that happens to people, mostly women and girls, who have obsessive, perfectionist personalities. — Crystal Renn

I'm a big reader, so I tend to already know the books when they're adapted into something. — Carrie Coon

A river is the cosiest of friends. You must love it and live with it before you can know it. — George William Curtis

The night is suddenly vaster, colder, clearer.
All the stars zing; the mountains glitter; towns and villages gather like bright mould in the valley-seams and along the coasts.
Every movement in byre and bunny-hole, of leaf against leaf, of germ in soil and stream, turns and gleams and laminates every other, the whole world monstrously fancy, laced tight together, yet slopping over and unraveling in every direction, a grand brilliant wastage of the living an the dying. — Margo Lanagan

I can't just sit around thinking how lucky I am. — Elizabeth McGovern

Books, gentlemen, are a species of men, and introduced to them you circulate in the "very best society" that this world can furnish, without the intolerable infliction of "dressing" to go into it. In your shabbiest coat and cosiest slippers you may socially chat even with the fastidious Earl of Chesterfield, and lounging under a tree enjoy the divinest intimacy with my late lord of Verulam. — Herman Melville