
Walls for the wind, a roof for the rain and tea beside the fire. Laughter to cheer you, those you love near you and all that your heart might desire.
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Blanket, tea, rain on the window. Gentle, warm lines for a day in.

Walls for the wind, a roof for the rain and tea beside the fire. Laughter to cheer you, those you love near you and all that your heart might desire.

Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive’s hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Yeah, well. The Dude abides.

I've had three lovers in the past four years, and they all ran a distant second to a good book and a warm bath.

My kitten walks on velvet feet, and makes no sound at all. And in the doorway nightly sits to watch the darkness fall.

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupation, That is known as the Children’s Hour.

I think my life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face: it was so near to me, and her arms were round me, and she sang to me.

But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.

I love your face. It always brings me peace.

Grandpa, maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow?

"Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."

Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.

all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.

There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home.

I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.

The day was now departing; the dark air released the living beings of the earth from work and weariness.

There is no conclusive evidence of life after death. But there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know. So why fret about it?

“And the smell of the air! I used to spend a week just breathing.”

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

What would you say to a glass of drinking chocolate?

Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh, there’s always Pooh and me. Whatever I do, he wants to do; ‘Where are you going today?’ says pooh, ‘Well that’s very odd, cos I was too. Lets go together’ says pooh, says he, ‘Lets go together’ says Pooh.

I've thought of an ending for my book - "And he lived happily ever after... to the end of his days."

For fast acting relief, try slowing down.