Quotes About Cold

Spinoza was I think a cool, not to say cold, man. His posture toward revealed religion—in particular, Judaism—was simple contempt for the confused ideas underlying revealed religion [which he regarded as] nonsense. His posture I believe is [more] that of the cocksure unbelieving scientist than that of any man of an inner tragedy.

As iron rusts when not used, and water gets foul from standing or turns to ice when exposed to cold, so the intellect degenerates without exercise. -Leonard Da Vinci

Whatever— the soup is getting cold. [Last sentence of a mathematical theorem in Leonardo da Vinci's notebook, 1518]

Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity, and in cold weather becomes frozen; even so does inaction sap the vigors of the mind.

There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away. 'I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested, '- or some sal-volatile.' 'I didn't say there was nothing BETTER,' the King replied. 'I said there was nothing LIKE it.

In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight—

Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon. 'Ahem!' said the Mouse with an important air, 'are you all ready? This is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please! William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was soon submitted to by the English [...]

At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among them, called out, 'Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! I'll soon make you dry enough!' They all sat down at once, in a large ring, with the Mouse in the middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon.

Pedestrians were few, and cars barreled past with whining snow tires, in a hurry to be elsewhere.

At least her feet didn't seem to be quite as wet as her legs, thanks to the Vaseline … either that, or they were so cold she couldn't feel

The intellect is a cold thing and a merely intellectual idea will never stimulate thought in the same manner that a spiritual idea does.

love of truth and insight which lent wings to the spirit of the Renaissance has grown cold

The reunion, she decided, was an unnecessary and stressful complication to life. We did not need to reheat cold dishes from the past.

Love makes us infamous when love is coldly true

The years have passed, and most of the legislation called for by those workers is on the books now. I wonder how many realize just how much they owe the hunger marchers, who endured fast and cold, who were like the Son of Man, when He said, "The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.

A fine romance, with no kisses!A fine romance, my friend, this is!We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes,But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes.

Money is only congealed snow.

The days are cold, the nights are long, The North wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love!

My shoe is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.

The frozen ocean... of Boston life.

In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.

We may have sound doctrine, but with little fellowship with the Lord, our hearts quickly grow cold.

It was dusk - winter dusk. Snow lay white and shining over the pleated hills, and icicles hung from the forest trees. Snow lay piled on the dark road across Willoughby Wold, but from dawn men had been clearing it with brooms and shovels. There were hundreds of them at work, wrapped in sacking because of the bitter cold, and keeping together in groups for fear of the wolves, grown savage and reckless from hunger.

Tell it, I pray thee. And let me cow'ring stand, and be my touch The valley's ice: there is a pleasure in it. Yea, when the cold blood shoots through every vein; When every pore upon my shrunken skin A knotted knoll becomes, and to mine ears Strange inward sounds awake, and to mine eyes Rush stranger tears, there is a joy in fear.