Quotes About Cold

In the cold, shivering twilight, preceding the daybreak of civilization, the dominating emotion of man was fear.

When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.

As a result of the cold, the machine-guns were no longer able to fire...the result of all this was a panic...The battle worthiness of our infantry is at an end

The wind bit hard at Valley Forge one Christmas. Soldiers tied rags on their feet. Red footprints wrote on the snow...

Outside, the coo shadows that lurk under rocks and beneath houses during the day have crept out for their night-time prowl. Fingers of them climb up my legs beneath mu nightie, chasing out the warmth of my bed. Cold beats hot, like stone beats scissors and paper beats stone.

Receptionists [for the Betty Crocker Kitchen tours] had tissues and sympathy for guests grappling with the cold reality that it was impossible to meet Betty Crocker.

The man had all the warmth, all the friendliness, of a pinecone.

Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.

As I descend the stairs, I can't help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful. Even in the Capitol, there's nothing to match the magnificence of this old building. But there is no give to the surface - only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.

Snow lands on top.

So cold, so bitterly cold tonight. As if the Gamemakers have sent an infusion of frozen air across the arena, which may be exactly what they've done. I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, or in District 12, or on the moon right now, he'd be no harder to reach. I've never felt lonelier since the Games began

As I descend the stairs, I can't help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful...But there's no give to the surface--only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.

Haymitch is still dead to the world. Since nothing else has worked, I fill a basin with icy cold water, dump it on his head, and spring out of the way. A guttural animal sound comes from his throat. He jumps up, kicking his chair a metre behind him and wielding a knife. I forgot he always sleeps with one clutched in his hand. I should have prised it from his fingers, but I've had a lot on my mind. Spewing profanities, he slashes the air a few moments before coming to his senses.

clasp the flask between my hands even though the warmth from the tea has long since leached into the frozen air. My muscles are clenched tight against the cold. If a pack of wild dogs were to appear at this moment, the odds of scaling a tree before they attacked are not in my favor. I should get up, move around, and work the stiffness from my limbs. But instead I sit, as motionless as the rock beneath me, while the dawn begins to lighten the woods. I can't fight the sun.

It is the touch of the senses that brings all this quality of existence: heat and cold, pleasure and pain.

There are a few musicians that I know who seem on the outside like very asocial or somewhat unemotional people, people who aren't capable of emotions, and people think they're very cold inside.

My relationship with Ramos started off somewhat 'cold.'

I'm not a big songwriter guy. People who are really good singer-songwriters usually left me kind of cold.

Your cocktail shaker can be smooth chrome or hammered aluminum. It must both conduct cold and look sophisticated at the same time.

I am poppies in the fieldRed and cold I am sleeping alone and I am lightI am lightI am light

My father couldn't warm my frozen hands.

Please thaw my permafrost heart.

He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice.