Quotes About Cold

My heart beats, echoes into the cold streets where nightmares and darkness begin to meet.

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.

There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.

Death is hell and night and cold, if it is not transformed by our faith. But that is just what is so marvelous, that we can transform death.

My heart as gone cold like the winters blow, My heart has broken into pieces and lost in the woods and each piece of it will never be found, My desperate shouting for love has disappeared, and the calling for happiness has faded away, And now, you've given me a reason to not fall into lies.

I want to shatter the cold mask of stone that has slipped down over the boy I knew.

Fear sloshed over me, each wave colder than the last.

Albion Park on a fierce spring morning. A mad March day of ice and fire. Thomas's feet beat a tattoo on the path. Every hair, every bristle on his chin stands on end. He is a small star-ship of blazing neurons- He is a librarian on his way to work, half-blind with sun and cold and memory.

A cold fear rinses down through his chest, encasing his heart in an instant, crackling frost.

Although the denazification process was widely reviled in Germany and beyond, in the aftermath of the Cold War, the logic of Nuremberg was revived in postcolonial contexts under the name of transitional justice, which repackages criminalization and victim's justice in the language of human rights. The

January 7 arrived and looked like January 7. The streets were full of gray, frozen people without money.

The warmth of hell would be a blessing after this. Do you suppose there is a cold hell for those who died in wintertime? - Fernandez de Anguilar

Det som hadde begynt som en feber to år tidligere, var nå blitt nesten kaldt som is.

Happiness contracted by the cold, forced to withdraw into itself, to close into its heart, it is there that I find the greatest intensity. It is true that I have only ever experienced it through sadness. But it is always the same.

And often, when the cold government of reason stood unchallenged, he would readily have ceased to sacrifice so many of his intellectual and social interests to this imaginary pleasure.

Thinking's worse than February.

Her voice was stark as a winter crow.

We have a problem," he said. "Is this another 'I think we have a potential energy flow' kind of problem?" Coloma asked. "No, this is a 'Holy shit, we're all definitely going to die a horrible death in the cold endless dark of space' kind of problem," Basquez said. "We'll be right down," Coloma said.

The archbishop arrived at the lectern, dressed in archbishopric finery, or so Kiva supposed, since she didn't actually attend church with any regularity, although she had once had sex in a cathedral, which was great, if you like cold and echoey, which Kiva discovered she didn't so much.

But for the last couple of days Marce had been fighting a cold, which made his snoring both louder and more random. When it woke Cardenia up, Marce sounded like he was two cavemen having a very urgent conversation with each other about discovering fire, or hunting a feral hog, or something else along that line.

FEBRUARY IN SALINAS is likely to be damp and cold and full of miseries. The heaviest rains fall then, and if the river is going to rise, it rises then. February of 1915 was a year heavy with water.

The winter seemed reluctant to let go its bite. It hung on cold and wet and windy long after its time. And people repeated, It's those damned big guns they're shooting off in France-- spoiling the weather in the whole world.

I do wonder if the stab of memory doesn't strike him high in the stomach just below the ribs where it hurts. And in the humid ever-summer I dare his picturing mind not to go back to the shout of color, to the clean rasp of frosty air, to the smell of pine wood burning and the caressing warmth of kitchens. For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?

Down towards one end of the village, among the small houses, a dog complained about the cold and the loneliness. He raised his nose to his god and gave a long and fulsome account of the state of the world as it applied to him. He was a practiced singer with a full bell throat and great versatility of range and control.