Quotes About Coldness

There was no point in looking again. He [Cork] knew that. No point except to feed the coldness inside him. In a strange way, that was exactly what he wanted now. He wanted to feed himself to the cold until the cold had consumed him and he didn't care anymore.

His face was as welcoming as a turned back.

If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.

This creature softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

I think that I am too warm to negatively judge individuals, yet I am cold enough to negatively judge humanity.

I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.

She felt the pitiful inadequacy of this, and understood, with a sense of despair, that in her inability to express herself she must give him an impression of coldness and reluctance; but she could not help it.

I'm afraid to be shy, distant, and cold. Page 11

Se sentía completamente tranquilo, frío; si acaso, un poco triste; era una tristeza misteriosa que consideraba ya inseparable de su carácter.

When I am really angry, I clam up, go cold.

His mild efforts at curiosity had been rebuffed--not with coldness but with her single-minded focus on her cases. And yet he could sense something deeply vulnerable about her. It was that part of her that spoke to his soul. He wasn't a ledge talker for nothing.

She seemed to have apprehended all of the composer's coldness and none of his poetry.

He hesitated, looking at her. The old Ellie was gone. Replaced by a woman who was detached and cold. He didn't know what to say, how to reach her. There was a wall around her, and he'd laid the foundation for her to build it.

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.

The darkness continued to press, hard, against all of my defenses. I struggled for breath, felt coldness pour down my throat, salty again, like the sea, and the dark swelled and closed in even tighter.

A man whose bloodIs very snow-broth; one who never feelsThe wanton stings and motions of the sense.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Has oftener left me mourning.

The cold is a mnemonic device.

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null,Dead perfection, no more.

I love cold weather.

I don't like cold weather.

Dallas was not a caring city, but it was efficient.

Sometimes it was hard to discern judgment from coldness and self-absorption.

They were snobs or idiots or both...yet she was inexplicably crushed by their coldness.