Quotes About Chill

I've heard how people are asking each other to 'Netflix and chill,' so I think it's kind of fun. I'd do that!

In fact I watch Netflix these days for something light.

I would straight up fuck a snowman right now, she says. Just to cool down. - Miriam Black

A chill crawls up Miriam's spine. A parade of baby spiders.

Let us not neglect the forbidden. Let us not sophisticate ourselves out of the cheap thrill and chill of it: the story told for perversity's sake, and all the better for that; the image created because an artist gets tired of reasons sometimes, and wants to dredge up some picture he's been haunted by, and parade it like a new tattoo. I go with it, readily.

rare frost that morning, the wind howling

At sociis subita gelidus formidine sanguis deriguit;

Paul, watching you hallucinate is boring as fuck," Roby said. "If you want to chill, great. If you're going to drink your stupid purple drank, I'm going to take off." And he did. I kept drinking my stupid purple drank, and he left.

The season has shed its mantle of wind and chill and rain.

I wants to make your flesh creep.

The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.

The chill of some vague fear was upon him.

I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin and crisp sunburnt leaves.

It's Saturday — should I just sit down and do nothing or lay down and do nothing?

I was shaking with terror, my heart was pounding fit to burst and I knew that ghostly fingers had been poking round the crevices of my brain. They had left me a moment ago, but I could still feel the chill of their touch at the back of my head.

Winter was coming.

It is a real chill out. The fall crisp comes I am aware there is winter to heed. There is no warm house That is fitted with my need.

It is a real chill out, The genuine thing. I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer Because sun stays and birds continue to sing.

As he crossed Grattan Bridge he looked down the river towards the lower quays and pitied the poor stunted houses. They seemed to him a band of tramps, huddled together along the riverbanks, their old coats covered with dust and soot, stupefied by the panorama of sunset and waiting for the first chill of night bid them arise, shake themselves and begone.

There was cold sunlight outside the window.

It was so cold outside that a lawyer would have his hands in his own pockets.

to unpack until something much more interesting—"Does reality really exist?"—had crossed her mind. "I have Coke," she said. "But it's warm. Room temperature." "Twenty-four degrees Celsius," said Siobhan. "Seventy-five Fahrenheit," said Max. "Well, it would take about twenty minutes to chill it to the proper drinking temperature in a freezer," said Siobhan. "If you put

It was colder than a mother-in-law's glare out here.

unwound on a Sunday. "Would you like some