Quotes About Chill

I'm really a cool, mellow guy. I'm not as crazy as everybody thinks.

I'm not much of a party-goer, though I do love to hang out and chill with my friends at home.

There can be no possible question that cold is felt much more keenly in the thin air of nineteen thousand feet than it is below.

Cold weather doesn't care if your coat is old or new.

I'm cool, you're cool, it's cool

A man in a cloud, with icicle teeth and eyes of fire.

I'm not a party animal. I'm a chill homebody. I like to watch movies and go out to eat. That's my idea of a good time. I'm definitely able to be social.

And winter's chill is on my heart- How can I dream of future bliss? How can my spirit soar away? Confined by such a chain as this?

Dr. Eve came into the room like a roll of distant thunder, just enough to send a chill of warning down the spine, with the knowledge of a storm to come.

I was feeling fear. Not a wild, mortal fear, but something cold like a hook in my side.

Her cool confidence chilled me. It chilled me that she had so fearlessly touched me, that nothing in my vampire nature repelled her, but then I could well remember how Lestat in all his subdued glory had attracted me. Was she attracted? Had the fatal fascination begun?

I watched as the luminous child removed his left glove and laid his chill supernatural hand upon the forehead of the sleeping father.

As for the vampire woman's skin it was perfectly white, and so totally without a touch of humanity that it sent a chill through me. But her expression, which manifested itself almost entirely by a smile, was cordial and curious in the extreme.

The moment her feet touched the floor, a chill ran up her spine. She was standing on her sweatshirt, which lay next to her bed in a crumpled pile. It was soaking wet.

Stay icy, Tally-wa

Vengeance is a dish best served cold. (Thanatos) We're in Alaska, dickhead. Here everything is cold. (Zarek)

St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,And silent was the flock in woolly fold.

His own blood could not chill, but it might as well have, from the prickling sensation that crept along his arms.

Cold air prickled goose pimples on wet flesh.

His gratification was a chill stone on her breast.

Jane did not rise, and the angel did not settle. But the silence dragged taut between them as if they struggled over a rope, and in Michael's eyes Jane saw all her sin and malfeasance, the small selfishnesses and the hubris that had nearly wrecked the world, reflected. The chill settled into her, hard and sharp as swallowed glass. She had failed and failed again, and all her failures were naked in her angel's eyes.

Salisbury pushed the heavy door a little more open and came forward, the sleeves of his black robe rippling in the cold breeze from the window.

The Night Is Freezing Fast," by A. E. Housman

It's like an icicle in my heart