Quotes About Cold

Long-range weather forecast: It's gonna get real hot, then it's gonna get real cold, then it's gonna get real hot again.

Winter bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail.

icicles are daggers of beauty thrown by winter's sunshine breath

It's peeking round the corner Playing hide and seek I see its icy fingers A frost'd rosy cheek — Days fall ever shorter Autumn's air is chilling Warmth no longer lingers Wild things are stilling

cold gray rainy day watching winter's last leaves fall from my cozy bed

Resist winter as you will — the cold will come.

I gave way to a wave of home-sickness that almost shames me now when I recollect it. I find it impossible in cold blood, and at this distance, to put into words the longing that shook me. I have forgotten the pain in the neck, but never will I forget the pain in my heart.

He was not a man of icy nature, but he loved to gather icicles about him.

For how imperiously, how coolly, in disregard of all one's feelings, does the hard, cold, uninteresting course of daily realities move on! Still we must eat, and drink, and sleep, and wake again, - still bargain, buy, sell, ask and answer questions, - pursue, in short, a thousand shadows, though all interest in them be over; the cold, mechanical habit of living remaining, after all vital interest in it has fled.

Are you all right?" he said.Water dripped down his face and long nose. He's talking to you! her mind yelled. He's talking to you! Say something clever! Say something clever! Azalea said, "Mffloscoflphus?" "The water is rather cold," he said. He pulled her to the bank. Azalea chattered and shivered and coughed, and he continued asking her if she was all right. She wasn't.She was morbidly embarrassed,that's what she was.

My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt.

Oh, we had a lot of sex back then in Montreal; it wasn't just me. Blame it on the cold. The roses in everyone's cheeks made them seem way more appealing than they actually were. We confused the indoors with intimacy and electric heating with connection.

I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce.

cold, still, lookin a little uncomfortable in death as if they weren't quite used to it yet.

With the thermometer at 30 below zero and the wind behind him, a man walking on Main Street in Winnipeg knows which side of him is which.

New York's alright, if you want to freeze to death.

And death, that sits in marble silence cold, Will furnish hope to those who may behold The meaning in the everlasting change Of all that dies, returning, wondrous strange.

Somewhere hidden away was the culmination of the serious shopping of the past weeks, trees, turkeys, families sitting on settees. Like in the pictures she has seen in magazines. Private people, she thought, made private by the cold.

Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot chocolate, if the cup of hot chocolate had vinegar added to it and were placed in a refrigerator for several hours.

If I were making up a story, I would have it gray and miserable outside, but it was sunny and miserable instead, glaringly bright and bitterly cold, as if the sky could not decide if it was in a good mood or would spend all day growling. I didn't mind this kind of weather, weather that cannot make up its mind, because I am often the same way, or at least I think I am. I don't know.

It's cold outside, Mr. Snicket.' 'So I'll shiver,' I said. 'I've shivered before.' She looked down at the table and traced her father's name with her black fingernail. 'So have I,' she said.

January. She drove to the city early, a cold day, the pavements were frozen, the pigeons huddled in the R'S of a FURNITURE sign. The city is a cathedral of possessions; its scent is dreams. Even those who have been rejected by it cannot leave.

He was a blessing to all the juvenile part of the neighbourhood, for in summer he was for ever forming parties to eat cold ham and chicken out of doors, and in winter his private balls were numerous enough for any young lady who was not suffering under the insatiable appetite of fifteen.

and the thick, sugary covering of the snow...