Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

Quote by Edith Sitwell

Topics: Comfort Quotes, Home Quotes, Winter Quotes

The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the...

The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the...

I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority...

I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority...

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of...

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of...

The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been...

The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been...

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have...

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have...

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I...

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I...

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy...

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy...

A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.

A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.

I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.

I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.

Poetry is the deification of reality.

Poetry is the deification of reality.

The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.

The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss...

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss...