Quotes About Cold

Although it was very cold, he wore no coat. I think some English people think coats are for the weak.

Endless white ground below, and swirling flakes, and a lonely whistle of wind, and the shadow of houses.

It is so cold. So cold that the Department of Temperature Acknowledgment and Regulation in your brain gets the readings and says, "I can't deal with this. I'm out of here.

Let it snow and snow and bury me. Very funny, Life.

The regret and humiliation hurt much more than the cold.

Charles was dressed more casually than normal, in a heavy fleece and sweatpants. Dr. Quinn rose to the occasion in a rose-gray cashmere sweater, a sweeping wool skirt, black cashmere tights, and tall black boots. No amount of cold was going to rob her of her queenly graces. Charles had a look on his face that said, I'm not angry, but I am disappointed. Dr. Quinn's expression said, He's passive-aggressive. I'm not. I am aggressive. I have killed before.

Her body, sagging limply from her shoulders, contradicted the inflexible precision of the legs; the cold austerity of her face contradicted the pose of her body.

Dagny heard a cold, implacable voice saying somewhere within her: Remember it—remember it well—it is not often that one can see pure evil—look at it...

The day was cold, the wind cutting, the sun a dim watermark on the gray sky.

the weather had quickly turned cold and dark, an arctic wind stripping the trees bare of leaves, as if the unusually mild weather we had enjoyed on election night had been merely part of an elaborate set

Whereas many felt burdened by the workload, for me days spent in the library—or, better yet, on the couch of my off-campus apartment, a ball game on with the sound muted—felt like an absolute luxury after three years of organizing community meetings and knocking on doors in the cold.

Summer's heat had never really arrived, nor the cold in it's turn, and everything living now seemed to yearn for sun with the anguish of the unloved. The world of sensible seasons had come undone.

I felt the breath of God go cold against my skin.

For over a long period of time there's little in life so disheartening as constant cold - not deep enough to kill, mayhap, but always there, stealing your energy and your will and your body-fat, an ounce at a time.

The sun loses it's thin grip on the air first, turning it cold, making it remember that winter is coming and winter will be long.

The climate of Barrow is Arctic. Temperatures range from cold as shit to fucking freezing.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.

Tea! The panacea for everything from weariness to a cold to a murder Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.

I love Canada...It is a great country much too cold for good sense, inhabited by compassionate, intelligent people with bad hairdos.

Perfection is plastic, cold, and unyielding. Real beauty is a current that has to be grounded, and it's these little defects that do it. You need context, a reference point. Her scarred upper lip is the hook, the default nucleus from which everything else radiates.

There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow

Horror and terror lurk behind the walls provided so wisely by our ancestors. We tear them down at our peril. We skate, unconsciously, on thin ice, with deep, cold waters below, where unimaginable monsters lurk.