Indoor Comfort Quotes

Human ingenuity has given centuries to the goal of ensuring that the human body might move around at an even 68 degrees all year.

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

If I was going to get beat up, I wanted to be indoors where it was warm.

Most of the time, even if I'm at home in my sweatpants, I probably have a pair of slippers on.

For me, there's nothing better than curling up in my favorite blanket on a cloudy or rainy day and just knit. Especially in front of the fireplace.

When I am down, there is nothing like a bowl of hot popcorn; popcorn means great movies and reading fantasy books wrapped up in a soft blanket to me.

I can sit all day in a comfortable chair and watch ball games, but I don't need a blanket.

You know what I hate? The outdoors. I mean, generally. I don't like outside. I'm an inside person. I'm all about refrigeration and indoor plumbing and Judge Judy.

Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.

I'm an indoors person. I'm not afraid of the outdoors and I penetrate it easily and cheerfully. However, I must admit I like Central Park better than the wilderness, and I like the canyons of Manhattan better than Central Park, and I like the interior of my apartment better than the canyons of Manhattan, and I like my two rooms better with the shades down at all times than with the shades up. I'm not an agoraphobe at all, but I am a claustrophile, if you see the distinction.

But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.

Nothing goes so well with a hot fire and buttered crumpets as a wet day without and a good dose of comfortable horrors within. The heavier the lashing of the rain and the ghastlier the details, the better the flavour seems to be.

I just started going to shows. I don't know how submerged I am: I feel guilty that I don't get out more, but I really like being inside the house.

It's not just about turning up or down the heat, it's about the other experiences that come with turning up or down the heat - what are we doing about energy, what are we doing about your health and safety.

Going outside is highly overrated.

I like inviting people over in the evening, because I don't like moving anywhere.

I love a bathroom and fluffy bathrobe. Bear Grylls and camping... that's not me!

I made the decision that I could either go outside in the freezing cold in the wind and rain and get muddy or just stay inside and be a rock star.

The animal merely makes a bed, which he warms with his body in a sheltered place; but man, having discovered fire, boxes up some air in a spacious apartment, and warms that, instead of robbing himself, makes that his bed, in which he can move about divested of more cumbrous clothing, maintain a kind of summer in the midst of winter, and by means of windows even admit the light and with a lamp lengthen out the day.

The way to ensure summer in England is to have it framed and glazed in a comfortable room.

It's kind've a cliche but I like when it's raining. I like the feeling of staying in and not being told I should be outside.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.

You see these thick curtains shut out the daylight: artificial light suits me a great deal better; it's absolutely steady, and much more exciting.