Looking for a quote/poem

[Just Jan]

I have some shots I took of our constant winter fire going in our woodstove. I am looking for a quote or poem that would relate to sitting by the fire or warmth or something along those lines. I have been searching the web but can't seem to come up with anything. Does anyone have any ideas?
Thanks

[CeeMJay]

The song lyrics for "A Perfect Day" start with
"When you come to the end of a perfect day
And you sit alone with your thought
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray
And the dear friends have to part?"

There are other verses if you're interested.

Chris

[Audrey]

I just looked through my reader's digest quotable quotes book, but couldn't find anything. I'll keep looking, though.
Here are a couple of my favourite sites for quotes. Maybe they'll have something that suits your photos?
http://quotegarden.com/
http://www.worldofquotes.com/
I hope this helps! :)

[Tina]

Love is like a blazing flame,
golden and full of warmth.
-Ben Oliver

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.

--Dame Edith Sitwell


The cozy fire is bright and gay,
The merry kettle boils away
And hums a cheerful song.
I sing the saucer and the cup;
Pray, Mary, fill the teapot up,
And do not make it strong.

Barry Pain

A soft breeze when summer comes -
A warm fireside in winter -
And always - the warm, soft smile
of a friend.

Irish Blessing

There is no fireside like your own fireside.

Irish Saying

Celebrate Winter...
Fireside feast and
merry celebrations

Gooseberry Patch


On an eve' of winter's darkness,
A breezy, chilly night,
Just light a fire within your home,
To make the evening bright.

Gather 'round your loved ones,
For stories you will share.
Of tales when you were young,
Dreams, hopes, your loving teddy bear.

Perhaps you'd like a challenge,
To sit down with a game.
You could spend an evening,
That's never quite the same.

If you are alone,
With the crackling of your fire,
Just grab a book to read,
before your night's retire.

No matter what you do,
No matter who you're with - you see,
the eve will be more special,
Sipping steamy fireside coffee.

unknown

May those who sit around our fire
Forget their load of care,
Rekindle dreams of heart's desires
As peace and joy they share.

Alice MacKenzie Swaim

Happiness grows at our own firesides.

Douglas Terrold

Hospitality: a little fire,
a little food, and an immense quilt.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Now is the hour that lies between
bright day and night,
When in the dusk the fire blooms
in tongues of light,
And the cat comes to bask herself
in the soft heat,
And Madame Peace draws up her chair
to warm her feet.

Elizabeth Coatsworth

There is no place more delightful
than one's own fireplace.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

In summertime
The fireplace
Just sits and stares
Without a face,
But in the fall
The sun gets weak,
And the fireplace
begins to speak.
It snaps its fingers
And wiggles its toes
And roars with laughter
When we tickle its nose.

--Liz Stoffel

The Fireside

I have tasted all life's pleasures,
I have snatched at all its joys,
The dance's merry measures
and the revel's festive noise;
Though wit flashed bright
the live-long night,
and flowed the ruby tide,
I sighed for thee, I sighed for thee,
my own fireside!

In boyhood's dreams I wandered
far across the ocean's breast,
In search of some bright earthly star,
some happy isle of rest;
I little thought the bliss I sought
in roaming far and wide
Was sweetly centred all in thee,
my own fireside!

How sweet to turn at evening's close
from all our cares away,
And end in calm, serene repose,
the swiftly passing day!
The pleasant books, the smiling looks
of sister or of bride,
All fairy ground doth make around
one's own fireside!

"My Lord" would never condescend
to honour my poor hearth;
"His Grace" would scorn a host or friend
of mere plebeian birth;
And yet the lords of human kind,
whom man has deified,
For ever meet in converse sweet
around my fireside!

The poet sings his deathless songs,
the sage his lore repeats,
The patriot tells his country's wrongs,
the chief his warlike feats;
Though far away may be their clay,
and gone their earthly pride,
Each god-like mind in books enshrined
still haunts my fireside!

Oh, let me glance a moment through
the coming crowd of years,
Their triumphs or their failures,
their sunshine or their tears;
How poor or great may be my fate,
I care not what betide,
So peace and love but hallow thee,
my own fireside!

Still let me hold the vision close,
and closer to my sight;
Still, still, in hopes elysian,
let my spirit wing its flight;
Still let me dream, life's shadowy stream
may yield from out its tide,
A mind at rest, a tranquil breast,
a quiet fireside!

Denis Florence MacCarthy

The fireside is the tulip bed of a winter day.

Persian Proverb




Hope you can find something in there you like :D

[Just Jan]

Wowzers! Thank you so much ladies :)