Quotes About Chilly

And the Milky Way, like a great aurora, flowed through his body to stand at the edges of the earth. There was a quiet, chilly loneliness in it, and a sort of voluptuous astonishment.

It's really cold up here!

Any man who outgrows the myths of childhood is ninety-nine percent aware and convinced of his own mortality. But then comes the chilly breath on the nape of the neck, a stirring of the air by the wings of the bleak angel. When a man becomes one hundred percent certain of his inevitable death, he gets The Look.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

touch. Upheld on appeal. He shivered. It was chilly.

We experience in our sleep many instances of Pity, like the different pietàs of the Renaissance, but unlike them ours are not carved in marble but evanescent. They have their value, however, which is to keep us in touch with a certain kinder, more humane view of things that is only too easily submerged in the chilly, even hostile good sense of the waking state.

The twilight struck chilly as he went outside. He experienced for the first time that special dread brought by the first touch of winter to lovers who have nowhere to meet except out of doors.

May 11, 12, and 13 are the feast days of Saints Mamertus, Pancras, and Gervais (or Gervatius). These three are known as the Three Chilly Saints not because they were cold during their lifetimes, but because these days are traditionally the coldest of the month.

Soon after that he drank some soda-water, and went to bed: I did so too, and, I shame to confess, slept soundly, unhaunted by so much as a dream of the poor patient Bronze, whom we had left in the chilly bleak dawn, alone with his hunger and sorrow. We hear a very great chatter of "sympathy" in this world: is there aught of it, I wonder, that is anything beyond fellow-feeling?

Then it's off to the den, where the TV is tuned to a colorful parade, full of floats and balloons! And you watch for awhile, but soon it's all done, so you roll out the door for a stroll in the sun. And the chilly air tweeks your nose and your cheeks.

When I pulled up in D's wagon, I nearly always got a chaste kiss on the cheek. We'd have a drink on the veranda and discuss what had happened on the farm while I was away, the servants milling around us, always happy to see me home. But as soon as night fell and we were alone, the mood turned chilly fast. Jock never tried to touch me sexually—that