Quotes About Chill

The sun was beginning to fade, though, and the air - slightly chilled as it slid through the trees - carried with it just the barest hint of rain.

Claire knew the flavor of solitude. It was cold as spring water, and not all could drink it; for some it was not refreshment, but mortal chill.

the chill. Grant's nose was

Grey was still in his shirtsleeves; the rain had cut through the cloth to his flesh.

He would feel it begin to slip away when he left—that thin veneer of humanity—more of it gone with each step away from the farmhouse. Sometimes he would keep the illusion of warmth and family all the way to the cave where he hid; other times it would disappear almost at once, torn away by a chill wind, rank and acrid with the scent of burning.

I like listening to music and driving. How do you say... It's the only way I can 'chillax.'

I'm a cool dude.

I'm a chilled out dude.

I'm real easygoing.

The cold cut like a many bladed knife

Something about the cold always makes me feel young again.

It was bitterly cold. A doughnut glaze of ice already coated the shallow end of the lake.

Sit and talk about something other than work

Horror, of all the genres, is the only one that can provoke an involuntary visceral reaction.

Baseball breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. —A. BARTLETT GIAMATTI

And then she made a sign that sent a chill up my spine. It was a slang sign meaning "I'm deaf," but it's crudely done, made by putting the thumb in the ear and turning the rest of the hand downward—almost as if the hand is a donkey's ears.

So cool that Clara felt goose bumps rise on her forearms.

I really do. It's the first time I don't have to think at work, you know. It's really simple. You just answer the phone and put in people's orders. It's pretty laid back. You don't like it?" "No. I feel like it's killing my brain." "Maybe that's why I like it. I don't mind not having to think.

Abruptly then it began to rain, I heard the swish of it behind me and turned in time to see it coming fast along the lane like a blown curtain, then it was against my face, a vehement chill glassy drenching.

There was no snow here, but a wind was blowing from the east which searched the marrow.

Sometimes a girl has to be like the snow, beautiful, but cold.

It's not that I'm a Type-B personality. It's that I'm driven by a passionate, all-consuming desire to take it easy.

When not working, my days are lazy.

Personally, I am a very laid-back and a lazy person.