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“The quiet transition from autumn to winter is not a bad time at all. It's a time for protecting and securing things and for making sure you've got in as many supplies as you can. It's nice to gather together everything you possess as close to you as possible, to store up your warmth and your thoughts and burrow yourself into a deep hole inside, a core of safety where you can defend what is important and precious and your very own. Then the cold and the storms and the darkness can do their worst. They can grope their way up the walls looking for a way in, but they won't find one, everything is shut, and you sit inside, laughing in your warmth and your solitude, for you have had foresight.”
― Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November

“When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“ "At Christmas, tea is compulsory. Relatives are optional.”
― Robert Godden

“May the Gods all preserve for me (until my present form ceases) this clear and sunlit view of external reality, the instinctive awareness of my unimportance, the cosiness of being small, and the solace of being able to imagine myself happy.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Home should feel like heaven.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“Girls were pure different from fellas. They lit the room with candles, got extra pillows and cushions from upstairs. Big bags of M&M's and Maltesers. Popcorn with lashings of butter.”
― Colin Walsh, Kala

“I love the comfort and coziness of love.”
― Adrienne Posey

“... and the night deepened, Gurgleyes began to find cozy spots on the forest floor, snuggling close to one another. Some used their own fur as a blanket, while others cuddled up with family or friends, their rhythmic breathing in sync with the heartbeat of the Glowforest.”
― Rui Figueiredo, Gurgleyes: The Quest for Unity