Cozy Quotes

“She craved a tall glass of the fresh-squeezed lemonade from the pitcher she’d left chilling in the fridge. Two glasses served with a generous slice of pound cake with orange glaze icing sounded twice as nice.”
― Ed Lynskey, Fur the Win

“Nozy Cat lifted one sleepy eyelid, and his marble blue eye glared at her for interrupting his sacred nap. He wore a yellow collar with little red stars printed on it. His second eyelid also opened, and he gave them his irritated blue-eyed glare.”
― lyn key, Nozy Cat 1

“There’s nothing as cozy as a piece of candy and a book.”
― Betty MacDonald, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's Magic

“I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.”
― Charlaine Harris, Shakespeare's Landlord

“Quote is taken from Chapter 1:

A decade ago when Isabel’s husband Max had died, they’d moved in together and merged their possessions. Neither sister brought any fussy teapots, canaries, sachets, or doilies, but lots of other stuff had to either stay or go. Looking at the lime green armchair gave Alma the willies. Her suggestion to slipcover it in a more subdued color had garnered Isabel’s frosty stare, and Alma had dropped the matter.”
― Ed Lynskey, Quiet Anchorage

“Quote taken from Chapter 1 of The Corpse Wore Gingham:

"You love to figure out things as much as I do,” Piper said.

“Like what?” Bill asked.

“You fix broken stuff,” Piper replied.

“Repairing a broken toaster or steam iron is far different than unraveling a murder mystery," Bill said.”
― Ed Lynskey, The Corpse Wore Gingham

“At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.”
― E.B. White, Essays of E.B. White

“i want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated....forever
in my mother’s arms.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“The good characters in my book are loosely based on folks I know. All the bad stuff is made up.”
― Mike Bove, Willowtree A Bruce DelReno Mystery

“One of the great things about reading , Charlotte reflected , is that it can take you away from whatever disaster your life is heading towards .”
― Susannah Turner, Worth Fighting For

“You’re a nosy sleuth like me because you can’t help it,” Alma said.”
― Ed Lynskey, Sweet Betsy

“The busy snoops like us can leave no stone unturned," Alma said.”
― Ed Lynskey, Sweet Betsy

“Megan stepping back let her glance switch from Alma to Isabel and return to Alma. No doubt about it, thought Megan. Created as much alike as any sisters ever had been, their resemblance started with their matching red-and-white polka dot blouses. Since she was a young girl, she had matched their eye colors to their different personalities.”
― Ed Lynskey, Quiet Anchorage

“Humans were strange but endearing creatures.”
― Arabella Sveinsdottir, Do Not Be Afraid: A Whimsical Urban Fantasy About a Stranded Angel, a Hellhound Puppy, and a Second Chance on Earth

“Making connections wasn’t something she’d ever considered necessary before, but here, it felt... nice.”
― Arabella Sveinsdottir, Do Not Be Afraid: A Whimsical Urban Fantasy About a Stranded Angel, a Hellhound Puppy, and a Second Chance on Earth

“Maybe I wasn’t just here to observe humanity. Maybe I was here to learn how to be part of it.”
― Arabella Sveinsdottir, Do Not Be Afraid: A Whimsical Urban Fantasy About a Stranded Angel, a Hellhound Puppy, and a Second Chance on Earth

“Yeah, I think ‘normal’ might not be your strong suit.”
― Arabella Sveinsdottir, Do Not Be Afraid: A Whimsical Urban Fantasy About a Stranded Angel, a Hellhound Puppy, and a Second Chance on Earth

“Affection. Longing. The kind of feelings that made human lives both wonderful and unbearably complicated.”
― Arabella Sveinsdottir, Do Not Be Afraid: A Whimsical Urban Fantasy About a Stranded Angel, a Hellhound Puppy, and a Second Chance on Earth

“The server comes up to take our order, bringing with her a wave of maple syrup, coffee, and pine—Bernie’s signature scent. If I could walk around smelling like this restaurant for all time, I would.
I would also have to start wearing a fanny pack stuffed with blueberry pancakes, though, and that could make things awkward at the hospital. People get all up in arms if their surgeon has a partially zipped knapsack of food strung around their waist.”
― Emily Henry

“Our new Save the Date stuck prominently to Gloria’s fridge.
I memorize all the floorboards that creak or groan, so I can tiptoe downstairs in the morning without waking anyone, take the Jeep into town for a sugary latte for me and black coffee for them, orange cinnamon morning buns for all of us. Or at least Wyn will have a bite, and I’ll polish off the rest.
I walk for a while, enjoy the bittersweet scent of whitebark and pine and quaking aspen.
There’s an entire shop here for sauces, syrups, and oils. Last week, after sampling easily two dozen, Wyn and I bought a smoky maple syrup aged in charred bourbon barrels. For Gloria’s birthday, we made pancakes, and when she tasted the syrup, she said, “Tastes like camping.”
Then she got choked up, because camping was something she and Hank used to do. “When we were first dating and had no money,” she explained. Then, after a teary laugh, she added, “And once we’d been married for decades and still had no money.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“The thought breaks my heart a little for my parents. For my dad, who worked nearly every Monday through nearly every Friday at a job he didn’t like enough to ever talk about, and I understand that something was stolen from him and he accepted it. Because we needed him to, or because he believed we did. And for my mom, who left behind one home to follow him and never quite found another.
I duck into the shop and buy four bottles of campfire maple syrup.
One for Parth and Sabrina, one for Cleo and Kimmy, and one for each of my parents. I want them both to have every drop.
I want them to have everything they’ve ever wanted.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“It was such stark country—every detail, from the jumble of brightly painted cottages to the vivid greenery of the coast to the glaciers lurking on the peaks, was so sharp and solitary, like embroidered threads, that I suspect I could have counted the ravens in their mountain burrows.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Below us was a frozen lake. It was perfectly round, a great gleaming eye in which the moon and stars were mirrored. Lanterns glowing the same cold white as the aurora dangled from lampposts made of ice, which framed paths from the lake’s edge to a scattering of benches and merchant-stands, draped in bright awnings of opal and blue. Delicious smells floated on the wind—smoked fish; fire-roasted nuts and candies; spiced cakes. A winter fair.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Of course I wanted to marry Wendell. That was the most infuriating thing about the whole business—my feelings conspired against my reason.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“The long rains were worse this year than most, and to get through the endless wet the ladies amused themselves day and night with illustrated tales.”
― Murasaki Shikibu, The Tale of Genji

“Frøkenen har læst. Men saa er det blevet for mørkt, og hun har lagt Andagtsbogen ned i sit Skød og har lænet Hovedet tilbage. Nu er hun faldet i Blund og sover med foldede Hænder. Og henne i Sofaen spinder Kattene sagte, i Kakkelovnen snurrer Vandet til Te ... Der er Mørkning i Huset.”
― Herman Bang, Frøkenen

“Peering into the black liquid, I saw a dim silhouette of my face reflected back. I drank the rest in a single gulp to avoid the view.”
― Satoshi Yagisawa, Days at the Torunka Cafe: A Novel

“The October air was crisp, brushing across the terrace, swaying the string lights above. The scent of autumn mixed with freshly brewed coffee.
Chapter 44”
― Irina Semikop, Voluntary pain

“Daisy thought of Artemis’s cottage, the Roost, perched at the top of a beech tree in the heart of Mallowmarsh—much smaller than the Root Trees of Amazeria, and infinitely cozier. She thought of the warm kitchen, and Miss Tufton making scones for tea, and her little attic room with the round window that looked out over the green lawns and sparkling glasshouses. She was filled with a wave of longing so powerful that it almost overwhelmed her. “We can really live at Mallowmarsh?” she asked, feeling a sort of bittersweet explosion in her chest. “Together?” “Yes,” said Ma.”
― Pari Thomson, The Forest in the Sky

“If she accuses you of being cold, tell her warmth requires fuel-and you've stopped burning yourself to keep her cozy.”
― Veronica Fishbane, Dear Toxic Parent: A Ruthless Little Manual for the Once-Obedient Child