Quotes About Ice

Quelle ronde debbono eseguirsi con qualunque tempo e sotto qualunque luce si possano avere lassù all'altezza di undicimila piedi, con la Morte per compagna sotto ogni piede. Rocce lucenti di ghiaccio, dove una scarpa dai chiodi logorati scivola una volta ed una volta sola.

After a winter's gestation in its eggshell of ice, the valley had beaked its way out into the open, moist and yellow.

The black ice of that dark fortress received the sunlight like a mortal wound.

The ice is always waiting, Aadam baba, just under the water's skin

The Olympic Charter says winter sports must be played on snow or ice, so the Chess Federation says they'll play with ice pieces. The Olympic charter also says sports must be sports.

What was desire anyway, when examined in the clear light of day? Was it the way a woman searched for her clothes in the morning, or the manner in which a man might watch her sit before the mirror and comb her hair? Was it a pale November dawn, when ice formed on windowpanes and crows called from the bare black trees? Or was it the way a person might yield to the night, setting forth on a path so unexpected that daylight would never again be completely clear?

She only went out that night because Helene threw a fit and called her a baby and she finally gave in and said she would drive. It sounds like a corny, lame excuse; it feels like a lie, even to herself. All the same, it's true. By now, Shelby is so confused, all she can remember is stepping on the brake after the car hit a patch of ice and spinning around and Helene laughing, like they were in a Tilt-A-Whirl car, and then the crunch of metal against metal.

All joy was thin ice to Sister Lucy.

Then there was silence, the air like ice. Brittle-looking birch trees with black marks on their white bark, and some kind of small untidy evergreens rolled up like sleepy bears. The frozen lake not level but mounded along the shore, as if the waves had turned to ice in the act of falling.

un campo que parecía sujeto por olas de hielo de borde azulado.

What I'd like to do is give you to some kind of clinic for experimentation," Leonard said. "Something to do with cutting off heads and packing them in ice.

Most of the Masters at The Zone would have given both of their testicles for the right to top the Ice Queen.

All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.

Martha: ... I cry allllll the time; but deep inside, so no one can see me. I cry all the time. And Georgie cries all the time, too. We both cry all the time, and then what we do, we cry, and we take our tears, and we put 'em in the ice box, in the goddamn ice trays until they're all frozen and then... we put them... in our... drinks.

It's tingling fresh. It's fresh as ice.

Curling is sweeping the nation.

I tried sniffing Coke once, but the ice cubes got stuck in my nose.

A smile is a powerful weapon; you can even break ice with it.

Thanks to global warming it is beginning to seem likely that the Northwest Passage will open for longer and longer periods each year, until, perhaps by the end of this century, ice will have vanished from the world altogether and the ancient dream of a Northwest Passage will have been, unexpectedly and inadvertently, realized.

In the infinite permutations of an ice crystal, everything repeats itself, but, really, from another point of view, nothing repeats itself. The arms go out, forming dendrites, sectored plates, the same angle every time, but the final product – because of wind, because of molecular vibration, because of rate of growth and temperature – is never the same.

In the infinite permutation of an ice crystal, everything repeats itself, but, really, from another point of view, nothing repeats itself.

All month the ice muttered and howled and whistled. The trees echoed back and forth among themselves. Taken collectively, the sound was of deep wounding, of winter inexorably taking the life out of things.

There must be some definite cause why, whenever snow begins to fall, its initial formation invariably displays the shape of a six-cornered starlet. For if it happens by chance, why do they not fall just as well with five corners or with seven? . . . Who carved the nucleus, before it fell, into six horns of ice? —From "On the Six-Cornered Snowflake," by Johannes Kepler, 1610

One by one the ponds gulped down their ice like big, painful pills.