Quotes About Cold

I have a hat for it, actually." Elliott made a vague gesture with one hand. "Well, it's more of a full-body suit, really." "Is that a euphemism for a condom?" "No." He marched past me and lay down on the bed. "My mother knitted me a willy-warmer a few years back when we were having a cold stretch. She felt I wasn't like to produce the grandchildren she desires if I had as she put it, frost-shriveled parts.

The puritanical conscience is the coldest and cruelest of all the self-flagellating consciences to bear, for it stamps the sweet abandon out of life entirely. .... The puritanical conscience, with its little grey bonnet tied under its chin....

He's soft and strong at the same time; beautiful and cold like a polished japanese katana.

našla je u kavezu mrtvu sjenicu, uginula je od hladno?e...Sa njom odlazi još malo od harvija....brani se od pomisli da je to predzank, no ne može to da zaboravi: na istoku ljudi paze na takve stvari. Zejnila zabrinjava ta djevoj?ica - u tom uzrastu djeca su tako osjetljiva.

Below -60° cold will find the last microscopic touch of oil in an instrument and stop it dead. If there is the slightest breeze, you can hear your breath freeze as it floats away, making a sound like that of Chinese firecrackers. As does the morning dew, rime coats every exposed object. And if you work too hard and breathe too deeply, your lungs will sometimes feel as if they were on fire.

A discordant mind, black with confusion and despair, would finish me off as thoroughly as the cold.

I find it odd- the greed of mankind. People only like you for as long as they perceive they can get what they want from you. Or for as long as they perceive you are who they want you to be. But I like people for all of their changing surprises, the thoughts in their heads, the warmth that changes to cold and the cold that changes to warmth... for being human. The rawness of being human delights me.

Twilight in the mountains brought a special kind of cold. It crept out from the darkness of the lodgepole pine forest where it had spent the daylight hours and it slithered across the top of the snow to sting every inch of exposed human skin. Sounds became sharper and the snow itself became a different texture that squeaked like nails on a chalkboard with every footfall.

Hypothermia was curling back its lips and exposing its sharp teeth.

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no matter how cold it got in the mountain west, it was colder and damper in the Midwest. Maybe, he thought, it was why they were so damned tough.

Ann stooped in front of Geneva. "Good-bye, honey. I hope you come and see us again soon." Geneva said nothing, just stared at her solemnly. "Thanks for everything," Justin said. "Good luck making that ballet class." He led his daughter outside where she immediately cringed as the cold air and snow pelted her face. "I'm sorry I didn't bring the car.

As one got older, cold became one's enemy, as if the grave was teasing already.

Children pick up on themes—love, anger; more basically, warmth, cold. Tell yourself it's the details that scar children for life and you avoid the inconvenient truth that it is in fact the ongoing themes. Control. Disappointment. Entitlement. Narcissism. Deprivation. Frustration. Sorrow.

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I only hope you and your pride don't catch cold together.

I felt something cold skitter down the back of my legs.

FLIGHT (excerpt) You slid into the summer of my sleeping, crept into my lonely hours, ate the music of my dreams. … It is the time of the waking cold, when buckeyes, Like a thousand thousand metronomes, take time, and you, fat on my summer sleep, twitter toward me, walk away. It is the time for the parting of our days.

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Christmas dawned clear and cold; lovely weather for killing Germans, although the thought seemed somewhat at variance with the spirit of the day.

Game of Thrones? No. Game of loans. I'm going to loan my foot to your ass." - Taliyah, the Cold Hearted

And on the few occasions when it simply hadn't been invented and you had indeed introduced the alternate to a whole new concept, you could end up with problems like cold fusion.

She spat out snow. 'Vale, you're not carrying a gun, are you?' 'Absolutely not,' Vale answered. 'Do your worst, Winters.

By blood we live, the hot, the cold,To ravage and redeem the world:There is no bloodless myth will hold.