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

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

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 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

You’re a nosy sleuth like me because you can’t help it,” Alma said.

~ Ed Lynskey

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

Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the sand.

~ Ed Lynskey

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

~ Sanober Khan

There’s nothing as cozy as a piece of candy and a book.

~ Betty Macdonald

Soup is cozy.

~ A.d. Posey

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

~ Sanober Khan

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

The good characters in my book are loosely based on folks I know. All the bad stuff is made up.

~ Mike Bove

I had passed, I had become the thing that had happened to me.

~ Charlaine Harris

She’d have to treat the interview more like risotto than instant rice, adding ingredients gradually while stirring gently.

~ Maya Corrigan

Oh please tell me we're not doing the Poirot thing again — the suspects in the library with the candlestick or whatever'.Max looked at him [DCI Cotton]. 'Fruitcake in this case. And what would you prefer? A car chase? It’s the most efficient way to flush out a killer, as Dame Agatha Christie well knew.

~ G.m. Malliet

Sheriff Fox was running his fingers through his thin hair. In a few short years, he’d look bald as a peeled apple. The Snoop sisters and their sidekick, the town’s bag lady no less, had traipsed into his office without knocking first. His admin (he couldn’t remember their names to save his life) had ushered them in, and they’d just dumped this hot potato into his lap.

~ Ed Lynskey

Mom, you know what? I just realized you have a knack for making people disappear. [Lella's son catches on!]

~ Maria Grazia Swan

Lella York, the self-proclaimed queen of passive-aggressive behavior. [Lella's perceptive view of herself]

~ Maria Grazia Swan

Don’t you believe any man who makes you feel like you were just a one-time thing.” His arms tighten around me and his words tickle my ear, “You could never be any man’s forgettable moment.” He holds me away from him and I feel ridiculously like I could melt in the dark pools of his eyes. “You are a force to be remembered, Dacie Mae.

~ Gwenn Wright

And you were always nothing but slime, Henry Wallace. Fancy trash

~ Gwenn Wright

I spent most summers in Italy as a child either in Tuscany or at the Amalfi coast.

~ Celia Conrad

Just because the restaurant had Dynamite Shrimp on the menu, was that any reason for the place to blow up? (re April 15 release, Killer Kitchens

~ Jean Harrington

Father and Ivy used to go off on their excursions, never knowing that I was relieved when they were gone. That I'd wear my nightgowns all day and read from dawn till dusk.

~ Suzanne Palmieri

Alma didn’t want Isabel to start singing the praises of their pet, a rescue beagle, or she wouldn’t shush until sundown. “I’ve found the missing lady,” Alma said. “Say welcome home, Betsy Sweet.

~ Ed Lynskey

You know, when the list of people who have a really good reason to want you dead covers more than two sheets of paper, you might want to start rethinking your life choices.

~ Rebecca Wolf-Nail

Quote taken from Chapter 1:I know what. Isabel reached under the end table, took out the game board, and rattled the Band-Aid box containing the letter tiles. It's been a week-and-a-half since our last Scrabble game.

~ Ed Lynskey

If you’ve got a cozy mystery, and a dog is introduced, readers’ first question is, ‘Does the dog die?’ They never ask about a cat. They know that the first rule of cozies is: The Cat Never Dies.” – K.B. Inglee, mystery writer

~ K.b. Inglee

Rain is sexy. I like rain. But the car will be cozy. I like cozy things more. And I like the things that make me cozy.

~ Ritika Chhabra

Its front porch had a beautiful view of the water and invisible screening to keep the jellybugs and stinkmoths at bay. I wove mats for the floors and painted sincere, klutzy seascapes for the walls. Piece by piece I assembled chef-quality cooking equipment, learned how to use it, and achieved a state of domestic competence that would have astounded my long-suffering ex-wife, Joanna.

~ Julian May

...the book had been written with winter nights in mind. Without a doubt, it was a book for when the birds had flown south, the wood was stacked by the fireplace, and the fields were white with snow; that is, for when one had no desire to venture out and one's friends had no desire to venture in.

~ Amor Towles

At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.

~ E.b. White

All day the storm lasted. The windows were white and the wind never stopped howling and screaming. It was pleasant in the warm house. Laura and Mary did their lessons, then Pa played the fiddle while Ma rocked and knitted, and bean soup simmered on the stove. All night the storm lasted, and all the next day. Fire-light danced out of the stove's draught, and Pa told stories and played the fiddle.

~ Laura Ingalls Wilder

When I'm home, I like a cozy, comfortable, calming space.

~ Stacy Keibler

My personal decorating style is cozy, romantic and a little rustic, with a sense of whimsy.

~ Kimberly Schlapman