Quotes About Cold

Even so I had always come up after a dive numbed and stiff from the cold, requiring a powerful "submarine cocktail," a pint of hot coffee and whisky, mixed half-and-half, to help thaw me out.

One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.

It is said that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.

Spring is not the best of seasons. Cold and flu are two good reasons; wind and rain and other sorrow, warm today and cold tomorrow.

I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot.So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth.

Skiing: the art of catching cold and going broke while rapidly heading nowhere at great personal risk.

Snow: a form of precipitation that usually occurs three weeks prior to and the morning of your departure from your ski vacation.

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,As I walked out in Laredo one day,I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.

The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor robin do then,Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn,To keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing!

Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.

o vento de navalhinhas do inverno a barbear a bruma,...

felt cold metal

Ices, like revenge, are best served cold; but like revenge, too much cold will blunt the taste.

I prefer my saints to live in caves and not to try to impose their standards on the world: for single-mindedness is a cold virtue.

The sky drops silver threads of sleet.

Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world.

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 are two kinds of death," he says, the clouds of his breath plunging out into the cold. "You can fight like a lion. Or you can go as easy as lifting a hair from a cup of milk.

Dar Dumnezeu e doar un ochi alb si rece, un sfert de luna atarnand deasupra fumului, clipind într-una, in timp ce oraÈ™ul e facut praf si pulbere.

Cold demanded a sharper, simpler view of things: in those temperatures death hovered at the margins, offering clarity, providing precision. But it blurred things, too: the border between dreams and wakefulness, the way it pulled life from fingers and toes, and released them reluctantly, temporarily. The way the wind came, like news from another, more tenuous world, and stirred the trees.

Do we not learn in the church that evil has a physical presence, that we may feel it like a cold winter or a coming storm? "Deliver us from evil!" We say it every night.

Breathing and using cold, through cold showers and experiences, provides a boost of performance compared to anything that would be possible if the person had not done that.

In February 1932, the 'Times' published an account of community resistance to the eviction of three families in the Bronx, observing, 'Probably because of the cold, the crowd numbered only 1,000.'

We can also cut by heat - heat punch. And we also can cut by cold - extreme cold. When you cut with heat, it makes a mark. With cold, no mark. It depends on the fabric.