Quotes About Cold

Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is gone in one night and in its place comes the sun so large and laughable.

Vengeance is a dish best served cold. (Thanatos) We're in Alaska, dickhead. Here everything is cold. (Zarek)

Out of my way, Dark-Hunter, or I'll kill her. (Daimon) You know, you should have stayed in your bolt-hole one more day. Tonight's Buffy night, and it's a whole new episode, too. Have you any idea how angry it makes me that I have to come out here in the freezing cold to slay you when I could be at home all toasty warm, watching Sarah Michelle Gellar kick ass in a halter top? (Wulf)

I just don't see how anyone can be so cold. (Kiara) And you should be grateful, little girl, to whatever god you worship, that you can say that. In the world we come from, I don't understand how anyone can be anything but cold. (Syn)

Hey, just be grateful I'm old. When an Arcadian first starts time-walking, we only have about a three percent chance of success. I once ended up on Pluto. (Sebastian) Are you serious? (Channon) They're not kidding about it being the coldest planet. (Sebastian)

Well, we better be quick and not become human popsicles. I'm going to be really upset at you if I freeze to death. (Shahara)

Canadian winters are long. Life is hard and so is ice.

For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.

Fu come se avesse appoggiato le labbra su un pezzo di arrosto freddo

She stood for a moment looking up at the stars, so far, so many, bright and cold. And with a faint smile she thought: 'I wonder which is my lucky star!

the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...

loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...

This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness

Winter hedges me about, All the scene is cold and white. Clouds are laden all with doubt, And the day hath much of night. Yet I hold secure within Thoughts of spring and summer days, And above the north-wind's din Rise the Thrush's roundelays.

I start to run down the hill, but did I mention I can't feel my feet? They slip out from under me. I tumble head over heels, down, down, down until I splash into a stream. The icy water soaks through my clothes and bites into my skin. Why couldn't Elsa have had warm magical powers?

For the last week I have not been at all well, and indeed was obliged yesterday to go to bed after breakfast instead of after tea, where I contrived to abstract myself out of a good deal of pain into Lord Byron's Life by Moore. To-day this abstraction is not necessary; I am much better; and, indeed, little remains of the indisposition but the vulgar fractions of a cough and cold.

Most happily the cold spared us during our six days' journey, which was very pleasant. I like travelling by vetturino. The fatigue is small, and if you take a supply of books with you the time does not hang fire. We had some old Balzacs, which came new (he is one of our gods — heathen, you will say)

Some things are just universal. Like the known scientific fact that the colder and wetter you are, the better bacon smells frying.

With my eyes blank, with my body numb and distant, with a mind full of the cold spinning depths of space, I focus all my attention, reach out an aim that's no more than a vision, and point.

Kit's horse wasn't white at all, Will saw with relief, but a sorrel gelding so red he gleamed like wet blood even by the cold fey light that surrounded them.

Faerie had no cold like England; rather it had the dream of cold, and the memory of frost.

I let the darkness and the cold within show in my eyes.

When Rien brought Perceval into Dust's embrace, she was cold.

Will thought of Hell, and a quiet garden, and tried not to let the troll see the cold sweat that dewed his forehead.