Quotes About Cold

Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night, I can see paradise by the dashboard light.

Heath said, cold as ice, cold as a void, so cold it burned her worse than any fire. "Don't you know? Not wanting to and not being able to are not the same things.

Cold love's the loveliest love of all. So clear, so crisp, so empty. In short, so civilized.

Ante o frio faz com o coração o contrário do que fazes com o corpo: despe-o. Quanto mais nu, mais ele encontrará o único agasalho possível - um outro coração.

He did something so un-Pucklike, Sabrina couldn't believe it. He got up sat behind her, and let his enormous fairy wings sprout from his back. Then he wrapped them around her to keep the bitter cold away. It was the first truly nice thing the so-called Trickster King had ever done for her.

Once you get below negative twenty, you purposely don't think. It's like there's no atheists in a foxhole. Same with negative twenty. That's when you do have religion. You do pray. You pray for warmth.

Cold exposure is the most powerful known stimulus for BAT activation.3469 Just twenty minutes at cool temperatures can boost metabolism for hours.3470 The colder the better, but putting people in a room chilled down into the 50s Fahrenheit is "often not appreciated by [research] subjects."3471 It's not called a "thermal comfort zone" for nothing. Exposure

It is worth noting that the desert provides every kind of torment-- heat, cold, rain, flash floods, windstorms, biting insects, and sandstorms, sometimes all on the same day.

in combat, a pilot had to yank on his control stick with all his strength if he wanted to survive, and stamp his heavy, thick-soled flying boots mercilessly on the rudder pedals with his full weight as if he were kicking somebody on the floor in a life-or-death barroom brawl. In any case, hands and feet were too cold and cramped for gentle movement. The temperature at 25,000 feet was thirty degrees below zero, and the cockpits of the fighters weren't heated

When I got to San Francisco that afternoon, it was one of those days that arrives at the end of summer just as the last tourists are leaving complaining about the cold and fog.

Everything is heaped in the frigid no-smell of winter, cars skidding, then running off roadsides into gullies.

The sun rose on a world so uniformly white that it forced them to squint against its brilliant reflection. Glass

At this time of year, when the temperature drops, I wear non-slip shoes, a woolen scarf and a permanent frown. Forget about global warming. As I get older the world gets colder. That's a fact.

Fick's eyes refocused, blinking from the cold wind of the incoming storm on his leathery face, he realized he was half-listening to some radio traffic. Something about some junior enlisted personnel caught fucking in the woods. Jesus Christ in an Alligator Fuckhouse, he thought, coming back from his unaccustomed philosophical maundering. What kind of goat-fellating third-world communist cock-suck military are they running around here?

In quel periodo cominciò a leggere Kafka. La prima volta provò una sensazione di freddo, di gelo insidioso; qualche ora dopo aver terminato Il Processo si sentiva ancora intorpidito, molle.

Je veux penser à toi, Arthur Schopenhauer, / Je t'aime et je vois dans le reflet des vitres, / Le monde est sans issue et je suis un vieux pitre, / Il fait froid. Il fait très froid. Adieu la Terre

It's freezing in my place. I remember that earlier in the evening, just before leaving, I smashed a window with a blow of the fist. Yet, oddly, my hand is intact; no cuts. I lie down even so, and I sleep. The nightmares will only appear much later in the night. Not instantly recognizable as nightmares; even rather pleasant.

Yesterday, I was in Hatchards, and I saw a photograph of it, the usual view from Darjeeling. Everything flooded back. The cold. The silence. The dread. It was so overwhelming that I staggered outside and vomited in the gutter. People thought I was drunk.

It's snowing." Rhys looked up at the light flakes that had started to drift down. "Yes, it is." I grimaced as I got smacked in the eyeball with a large wet flake when I looked up.

It was so cold today that I saw a dog chasing a cat, and the dog was walking.

I felt myself sinking into the killer's eyes and into his soul. It was a cold and bitterly lonely place. There was no wind or sunlight there, only intense pain. I felt it, all of it.

el viento que mordía hielo para soplar de noche.

Man dies of cold, not of darkness.

Warmth, warmth, more warmth! For we are dying of cold and not darkness. It is not the night that kills, but the frost.