Quotes About Cold

She stood alone in the blustery wind, as cold in her heart as she was in her fingertips. Finally, moving like an old woman, she got on her mustang and started for home. A home without enough grass. A home with cattle so far from her cabin, it would be a life-and-death struggle to get to them through the winter. A home so lonely that Bailey, a woman who didn't cry let the wind cry for her.

Cold control sleeted in his veins as he drew his gun, leveled

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Love necessitates eagerness To shake January's cold hand Not avert the eye And look what comes To love Before its making.

Love is not a victory march, its a cold and its a broken hallelujah

It was so cold I almost got married

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

Deliberate deception is not a mistake. It's calculating and cold.

Deliberate deception is not a mistake. It's calculating and cold. Especially when aimed at the one you profess to love. And if one can't be trusted in love, one can't be trusted in anything

Matt had told me that cold was just the absence of heat, but it didn't feel like that. It felt like a presence. It felt stealthy, like a thief. You had to wrap your clothes tight around you or it would steal your warmth, and when all your warmth was gone you'd just be a shell, empty and brittle as a dead beetle.

For a long time I believed the opposite of passion was death. I was wrong. Passion and death are implicit, one in the other. Past the border of a fiery life lies the netherworld. I can trace this road, which took me through places so hot the very air burned the lungs. I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame.

La temperatura de mi corazón ha caído bajo cero. Estás muerta.

Y cuanto más intensamente ames, más intenso será el dolor futuro. Conocerás la angustia de los celos, de la incomprensión, la sensación del rechazo y de la injusticia. Sentirás el frío hasta en tus huesos, y tu sangre formará cubitos de hielo que notarás correr bajo tu piel. La mecánica de tu corazón explotará.

No me queda sangre, tengo noche en las venas, negra y helada.

Es el día mas frío de la historia. Y hoy es el día de mi nacimiento

Wintery day, On my horse A frozen shadow.

A Moment of Extreme Crisis in the Middle of Nowhere 'Oh fuck,' whispered Nora, into the cold.

The cold was a shock. The cold hurt my lungs, and the harsh wind beating against my skin caused me to shake. I wondered if humans ever went outside. They must have been insane if they did.

Oh fuck,' whispered Nora, into the cold.

A Moment of Extreme Crisis in the Middle of Nowhere 'Oh fuck,' whispered Nora, into the cold.

You know Mars is hot and dry, and you know as well that winter is cold and moist; then you may know as well the reason why nettle-tops, eaten in the spring, consumeth the phlegmatic superfluities in the body of man, that and coldness and moistness of winter hath left behind.

In the depressed tissue state, circulation is usually retarded so that there is a lack of circulation to the extremities, resulting in cold hands and feet.

She was one of the stars, a bright dot in blackness, without home, without a companion, in eternal cold and silence.

Oblaci i kiša, daljine izgubljene u sivilu, hladno?a i vlaga na ulicama, smradna studen u hotelu, živo osje?anje nezadovoljstva u meni. Sve pobjede trebalo bi odga?ati za prolje?e.