Quotes About Chill

The warehouse was a part of the wharves down at the lakeside, and even the chill waters of Lake Michigan were warmer than usual. They filled the air with more than the average water-scent of mud and mildew and eau de dead fishy.

It might have been my imagination, but I thought the pair of them rocked back a little, swaying like reeds before an oncoming storm. October wind blew about us, freezing-cold air that took its chill from the icy depths of Lake Michigan. "What do you want?" I asked them. I borrowed frost from the wind and put it in my voice.

I was cold because nothing in my body was working as it should.

Being cool is easy but it takes some practice.

It's as much fun to scare as to be scared.

It would have been more sensible if I had gone for help, Felicity thought, feeling his arm like an iron yoke across her shoulders, and a chill seeping out from his wet clothes into her side.

I long to reach out, to pull Death close, to feel it wind around my shoulders and tighten about my waist. I want its chill to cup my breasts, and stroke my throat. Death's cold thrust will spread from my womb through my hips and into my bones. As it slips around the base of my skull and lies metallic on my tongue, I can finally let go. Then, and only then, will I be free to find Badgertail again.

Usually when I'm out doing stuff, I'm just out in the wild, doing the wild thing. I don't really get a chance to just chill out until I come here, in my creative space.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

Stay cool, hang loose, admit nothing.

I like girls that are chilled out, that dont really care, that are just cool

There was a chill in the air, to be sure, a damp cool vapour drifting round corners and rising from drains. But I had just come from London, where November vapours were like ill-intentioned hands sliding beneath your collar to encircle your coat-chafed, chicken-skinned throat, where November winds cut more deeply than my stolen scalpel ever did.

The darkness was crisp, as though scraped of sight and smell by winter's razor.

the hot glare of evening winked into the chill glow of dusk in a heartbeat

It's really cold up here!

Not bad," she finally said. "At least you left out the oh-my-God sauce this time." "Made myself a batch with it," Shane said. "It's got the biohazard sticker on it in the fridge, so don't bitch if you get flamed. Where'd you pick up the stray?" "Outside. She came to see the room." "You beat her up first, just to make sure she's tough enough?" "Bite me, chilli boy.

NBD, I know, stands for no big deal.

I feel a wave of pure horror, like cold honey over my skin.

A sickening hope, like a gall in her stomach. 7 November 4, 2000 London Helen was stiff with chill.

the nip that twitches through your blood is the chill of the sudden suspicion that you are a stranger in a strange land.

The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones.

NOT DEAD A chill swept down her back.

The day is cool.

Those who did remember probably shrugged off the chill of her memory, turned their heads down to the sports page or up toward the approaching bus. The world is a terrible place, they thought. Bad things happen every day. My bus is late.