Quotes About Coldness

There are some people who are so cold and unfeeling, like reflections in a mirror, that they might as well be imaginary.

she discovered that her feet were cold, her head ached, and that her heart was colder than the former, fuller of pain than the latter.

To step into the house was to step into stillness, into warmth even when it was damp and unlit; but after a moment a coldness crept about your shins.

Perhaps in the cold my heart would freeze and I would care nothing for those I was forced to abandon.

Siempre que le amaban se había sentido igual: satisfecho y frío como un témpano

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.

Nothing is more interesting than repressed emotion. The appearance of sardonic coldness and stoicism which has deceived you is but a hollow mockery; beneath it I secrete a maelstrom of impassioned feeling and a mausoleum of blighted hopes.

She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for somebody else but pain to make you stop feeling.

How do we approach the study of Muad'Dib's father? A man of surpassing warmth and surprising coldness was the Duke Leto Atreides. Yet, many facts open the way to this Duke: his abiding love for his Bene Gesserit lady; the dreams he held for his son; the devotion with which men served him. You see him there—a man snared by Destiny, a lonely figure with his light dimmed behind the glory of his son. Still, one must ask: What is the son but an extension of the father?

Kynes stared at him, seeing the water-fat flesh. He spoke coldly: "You never talk of likelihoods on Arrakis. You speak only of possibilities.

Reflexões frias, mesmo as muito frias, são melhores do que decisões desesperadas.

Frío y vacío. Siento demasiado los límites de mi capacidad, que, cuando no estoy plenamente concentrado, se estrechan» (30 de agosto de 1914).

Ta je planina bila naš susjed iza zida - težak, zatvoren i bezglasan susjed, vremešna i melankoli?na planina s navikama starog neženje koji uvijek održava potpunu tišinu, tako pristojna planina, zimska, koja nikad ne pomi?e namještaj, ne prima goste, ne bu?i i ne smeta, no kroz naše zajedni?ke zidove uvijek su prodirali, kao lak i uporan miris plijesni, hladno?a, mrak, tišina i vlaga turobnoga susjeda.

I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

She had been warned away from it her entire life, for its depth came quickly, its coldness was fierce, and the Kelpie lay in wait.

She's very pretty but she's honey from the icebox, if you know what I mean. Cold sweets won't spread.

Scott Nicholson

Generally speaking, punishment makes men hard and cold; it concentrates; it sharpens the feeling of alienation; it strengthens the power of resistance

Where are we headed? Are we not endlessly plunging —backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there an up and a down anymore? Do we not wander as if through an endless nothingness? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Hasn't it grown colder?

A frost lay over all her emotions and she thought that she would never feel anything warmly again.

Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

He had a high-cheekboned face with steady gray eyes, a broad-bridged aquiline nose and a wide, thin mouth. It was the countenance of a man who was clever, as ruthless with himself as with others, possessed of courage and humor, who hid his weaknesses behind a mask of wit—and sometimes of affected coldness.

But you're dead inside to me, you're cold and beyond my reach! It is as if I'm not here, beside you. And, not being here with you, I have the dreadful feeling that I don't exist at all. And you are as cold and distant from me as those strange modern paintings of lines and hard forms that I cannot love or comprehend, as alien as those hard mechanical sculptures of this age which have no human form. I shudder when I'm near you. I look into your eyes and my reflection isn't there . . . .