Quotes About Cold

I don't know about you, but I think nine out of ten college guys would agree: More cold beer in the same space is a genuine innovation.

in the snow on this or that side of the tunnel

Despite a voluminous and often fervent literature on "income distribution," the cold fact is that most income is not distributed: It is earned.

Dinosaur/Mammoth: "It's cold.

She also said that Esmenda Jenkins Dube would have wanted a northern life, as far north as north can be, limits of north where it was so cold nothing there understood hellfire, and the mountains were white, like full-hipped women sleeping undisturbed, women of the cold clouds breathing out more cold clouds that departed their mouths when they whispered heaven in their northern dreams.

Make no mistake: I'm all about guns! I just love the legal incongruities our national discourse has spawned, like I can buy a shotgun any time of day without a serious background check, but if I need something for my sniffles, it's six forms of ID and complete school transcripts. The government has essentially created a system where if I want to clear a head cold, the easiest cure is to blow my brains out.

I think of the cold as a noble force.

The mud is cold when you're in the north of Scotland!

My dad, a geologist, was an expert in glaciers and permafrost, so we moved to a lot of cold places such as Canada, Iceland and Norway.

Obama's even keel sometimes comes across as aloof or even cold.

I am obsessed with ice cubes. Obsessed.

Occasionally, human beings are briefly de-animated, and the stories of people who are briefly de-animated that interest me the most are those having to do with the cold.

noté el frío de la nieve y recordé que no era ni un viejo ni un niño: en la piel sentía gozosamente el mundo.

Dona Crista laughed a bit. Oh, Pip, I'd be glad for you to try. But do believe me, my dear friend, touching her heart is like bathing in ice. I imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

Oh, Pipo, I'd be glad for you to try. But do believe me, my dear friend, touching her heart is like bathing in ice I imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

He was cold and tired, but he ignored the cold. Around him stars shone. Some bright, some dim, the most constant things in life. Segundo smiled up at them, happy at least to be dying among friends.

it struck me that maybe the young girl had just been a prostitute. I felt a momentary sigh of gratitude, and then the awareness stopped me cold, the walls pulsed in on me. How cheap was I?

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.

Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.

Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house in the early morning in a thin rose gown that clung to her breasts. He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.

Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.