100 Quotes About Cold

When you’re feeling really cold, there’s nothing quite like a hot cup of coffee. It’s a great way to warm up and give your mind something to focus on. The best cold quotes are here to help keep your mind engaged and your mood happy.

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So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault. I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day, but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault. . Charlotte Eriksson
...and you drink a little too much and try a...
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...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine. Gillian Flynn
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There was a moment when any hope within me froze solid and I was finally emptied of all energy to fight the cold. And at the very point of that very surrender, when I became convinced that I must bow to a world that would be forever frigid, God cupped the hands of my soul and poured in the warmth of Christmas. Craig D. Lounsbrough
Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.
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Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath. John Green
Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of...
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Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights Munia Khan
You may have the dark and cold street life, ruled...
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You may have the dark and cold street life, ruled by the lessor light of the moon. During this time I restore my temple, and later awake to greet the awesome radiance of the sun-star. T.F. Hodge
Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by...
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Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it. Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, ' Lay still, my love, I won’t be long; I must prepare my body for passion.'' O, your body you give, but all else you ration.'' It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene: A bleeding nymph to leave me serene.. I have dreams of a trembling wench.'' You have dreams, ' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.'' Our passion, ' said I, 'should never be feared; As our longing for love can never be cured. Our want is our way and our way is our will, We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.'' If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill.. This love, our love, that no one can kill.' Yet want is my way, and my way is my will, Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill. . Roman Payne
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It is when I am cold, alone, bitterly forlorn and shuttered from all hope that you will see who I truly am. And my goal is that at those most precarious of moments, what you will see is Jesus holding you through my tears. Craig D. Lounsbrough
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Trust is not a gasoline-soaked blanket that succumbs to the matches of betrayal, never able to be used for its warmth again; it’s a tapestry that wears thin in places, but can be patched over if you have the right materials, circumstances, and patience to repair it. If you don’t, you’re always the one who feels the coldest when winter comes. A.J. Darkholme
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I couldn't understand; cheating was the one thing I'd told her all those years ago would be unforgivable. She knew, she said, but that was part of what had been confusing her, that I would even have told her that, as if she weren't an actual human being with the freedom to act, but some character in a scenario in my head. There was a quality I had of making the people closest to me feel lonely, somehow. Some essential cold withholding at the core of myself. . Garth Risk Hallberg
I don’t give sick days if you’re playing in the...
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I don’t give sick days if you’re playing in the snow.” He’s being funny, or trying to be funny. I can never tell which. Zoe Cruz
It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated...
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It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear. H.P. Lovecraft
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And when the earth began to rumble and quake, as fear and frantic set in, he ran back inside the house past his wife and children, gathering all the valuables and things he thought of importance, and ran back to his car packing away. After making two trips in and out, he waited in the car for his family to come out, in fear they darted through the darkness and pelting cold rain. When everything calmed down, and the house was intact and safe, he returned putting everything back in its place, had the kids go to bed, told his wife he loves her and turned off the light. Anthony Liccione
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Glossa Time goes by, time comes along, All is old and all is new; What is right and what is wrong, You must think and ask of you; Have no hope and have no fear, Waves that rise can never hold; If they urge or if they cheer, You remain aloof and cold. To our sight a lot will glisten, Many sounds will reach our ear; Who could take the time to listen And remember all we hear? Keep aside from all that patter, Seek yourself, far from the throng When with loud and idle clatter Time goes by, time comes along. Nor forget the tongue of reason Or its even scales depress When the moment, changing season, Wears the mask of happiness -It is born of reason's slumber And may last a wink as true: For the one who knows its number All is old and all is new. Be as to a play, spectator, As the world unfolds before: You will know the heart of matter Should they act two parts or four; When they cry or tear asunder From your seat enjoy along And you'll learn from art to wonder What is right and what is wrong. Past and future, ever blending, Are the twin sides of same page: New start will begin with ending When you know to learn from age; All that was or be tomorrow We have in the present, too; But what's vain and futile sorrow You must think and ask of you; For the living cannot sever From the means we've always had: Now, as years ago, and ever, Men are happy or are sad: Other masks, same play repeated; Diff'rent tongues, same words to hear; Of your dreams so often cheated, Have no hope and have no fear. Hope not when the villains cluster By success and glory drawn: Fools with perfect lack of luster Will outshine Hyperion! Fear it not, they'll push each other To reach higher in the fold, Do not side with them as brother, Waves that rise can never hold. Sounds of siren songs call steady Toward golden nets, astray; Life attracts you into eddies To change actors in the play; Steal aside from crowd and bustle, Do not look, seem not to hear From your path, away from hustle, If they urge or if they cheer; If they reach for you, go faster, Hold your tongue when slanders yell; Your advice they cannot master, Don't you know their measure well? Let them talk and let them chatter, Let all go past, young and old; Unattached to man or matter, You remain aloof and cold. You remain aloof and cold If they urge or if they cheer; Waves that rise can never hold, Have no hope and have no fear; You must think and ask of you What is right and what is wrong; All is old and all is new, Time goes by, time comes along. Mihai Eminescu
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Don’t pack out______________ To some people, you make life bright When you decide to dim your light Their lives will be full of darkness Do shine your light in kindness To some people, you bring out a joy With their emotions, never ever toy With your smiles, grease them with oil And make them glad when their lives boil To other people, you are the warmth That kills coldness and brings strength Don’t do it; don’t pack out Else, they will have blackout You’re on earth to do two things here Wake up and do them now; this year First, dare to grow and become better Second, help others to also become greater Never in any of the four seasons Should you neglect your gifts for any reasons The world needs you to make it a better place Don’t pack out; run your race . Israelmore Ayivor
Kakimi chertyami oni viigrali holodnuyu voinu?
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Kakimi chertyami oni viigrali holodnuyu voinu?" This translates roughly to: "How the hell did these people win the Cold War? Dave Barry
I don't dream of a ceiling fan which is always...
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I don't dream of a ceiling fan which is always here spinning above my head. I dream of a cool weather Munia Khan
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It is 32c today, and the only thing keeping me from hanging myself is the small sense of relief Iglean from attaching my body to the vents of my delicious cooling piece. It is a stunning unit, exquisite in all its forms, exceptional in its application, and effective in all its functions. I wouldmarry it, if only I knew it would not die on me sometime within the next five years. Appliances, like obedient children or silent extroverts, cannot last forever, and while my unbidden affectionkept my other air conditioner alive for the better part of ten years, not all inanimate objects canbe fueled by my love. . Michelle Franklin
A family is a unit composed not only of children...
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A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold. Ogden Nash
Anyone who's ever gone from warm and bright to cold...
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Anyone who's ever gone from warm and bright to cold and dark knows how I felt. Lauren Wolk
They wore their strange beauty like war paint.
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They wore their strange beauty like war paint. Holly Black
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Why is it these days that so many people hate reading? Some people won't even touch a newspaper or magazine. It isn't television that kills reading, or cinema or radio, or even those accursed little things known as video games. People used to read all the time, but when the century shifted subtly, somewhere along the way, people forgot how to imagine. When did it happen? At what point? Who or what is to blame? Maybe it's just because the world has become so cold and scientific and shallow in recent years. . Rebecca McNutt
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Winters are a desolate time where all senses are wiped away, and here in Canada, this is especially true. All smells are sucked clean from the air, leaving only a harsh, icy crispness. Colours are stripped away, leaving a stark white landscape, a sky which stays black at night and gray in the day, a world of only three shades. Stay outside too long, and your hands will get so cold that they’ll go numb and turn red, like the claws of a lobster. During a whiteout, even sight itself is reduced to nothingness. Rebecca McNutt
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First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing exultation, causing stalks to lie flat against the ground while the tougher branches of shrubs held themselves up and shrieked their defiance in the gusts. Then the first drops, cold and heavy, would plummet from the sky and burst on the ground. Jonathan Renshaw
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In the middle of the night, I saw chaos bleeding out of darkness and peace. Everything that was said and seen before seemed like a paradox. I saw the graves of lies breaking open and the truth crawling out silently into the cold hearts. Akshay Vasu
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He thought perhaps it was a woman's way, to come out of such a storm of emotion and pain as if she were a ship emerging onto calm seas. She had seemed, not at peace, but emptied of sorrow. As if she had run out of that particular emotion and no other one arose to take its place. Robin Hobb
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Cold has its own taste. It tastes of a bitten tongue. It coils around you, a living thing, a beast that means to kill you, not with wrath, not with tooth nor claw, but with the mercy of surrender, with the kindness of letting you go gentle into the long night after such a burden of pain and misery. Mark Lawrence
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You are alone, So alone, You speak back to silence. People call it loneliness, You call it solitude, Different words, Meaning the same pain. Jenim Dibie
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Mr. Albert? Mr. Albert?” Harley said.“ Just Albert’s fine, ” Albert said tersely.“ Me and Janice are thirsty.”“ I’m sorry, but I don’t have any water on me.” He managed a tight smile and moved on. But now Janice was crying and Harley was pleading.“ We used to live with Mary and she gave us water. But now we have to live with Summer and BeeBee and they said we have to have money.”“ Then I guess you’d better earn some money, ” Albert said. He tried to soften it, tried not to sound harsh, but he had a lot on his mind and it came out sounding mean. Now Harley started to cry, too.“ If you’re thirsty, stop crying, ” Albert snapped. “What do you think tears are made of? . Michael Grant
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It is better to have a warm than cold heart. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bed Frozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled Munia Khan
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When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze. Anthony Liccione
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You are not one of Pentrigrel’s creations. This is not where you belong. He will not keep his word to you. He is concerned only with himself. You cannot condemn yourself to this over Lunette’s fate. T.A. Miles
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The world made me cold. You made me water. One day we'll be clouds. Pleasefindthis
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Snow cleaning of the world's largest telescope mirrors was an impressive sight. The optics technicians would climb into a huge telescopic boom lift and spray immense clouds of cold carbon dioxide snow and gas onto the ten meter diameter mirrors high above the floor indoors. It would cause some of the accumulated dirt to magically fall off, leaving it less dirty. Steven Magee
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I have a message for your daughter, ” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. Paul Hoffman
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There is no future in the past. Any tour into the past is perhaps courage to live at the average level as you did; old and cold, blind and blunt! Come out! Out of the past and change position. You matter, your future matters Israelmore Ayivor
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If you add your hot passion to the cold attitude of another person, it becomes lukewarm. Don’t stand on the toes of dwarfs; stand on the shoulders of giants! Israelmore Ayivor
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If you venture to be a sage Let your virtues subside your rage For deep wisdom you’ll be venerated Let cold veins feel blood cells generated Munia Khan
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If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you. Munia Khan
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Living things don't all requirelight in the same degree. Some of usmake our own light: a silver leaflike a path no one can use, a shallowlake of silver in the darkness under the great maples. But you know this already. You and the others who thinkyou live for truth and, by extension, loveall that is cold. Unknown
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Yesterday, she shed tears, keeping her head on my shoulders. And I think she's not going to be fine because I know she won't. Because a couple of years back, I wasn't. And when you know that you've fallen hard on a cold ground and are still lying there, what do you tell others who are taking the fall? You close your eyes. You accept to lie there a little longer. But I lie on my bed now, and it's a little too warm today. Sanhita Baruah
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LED lighting has its place: cold, detached, hollow places like office buildings, factories, fast food chains and public schools - places full of humans but no human emotions. LED lighting really belongs in the apathy of the digital age, where science and technology rules over friendship, love and freedom. Incandescent light bulbs have a warm yellow-orange glow like the glow of a nice fireplace, where friends and family might sit and talk together or where children might open Christmas presents, a glow that can project celluloid films and bring back old memories, a glow that can light the text of a paperback novel. Something that beautiful, with that much power, could never last very long in a time as depressing and uncertain as the 21st century. . Rebecca McNutt
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Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious. Amanda Mosher
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I'd rather be not the light in your life The bright day might make me obscure I'd rather be the cold darkness For it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure Sanhita Baruah
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An imaginary friend once asked me why Americans can't stand Russia. The answer was cold, deadly, silent, and, well expected. It’s because in Soviet Russia nothing happens anymore, because it doesn’t exist anymore. And Americans are all about happenings. If there isn’t one — they don’t go where it isn’t, because there isn’t anything to happen to them there. Will Advise
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They say blood is thicker than water, but I say ice, can be more solid than blood, when times get cold. Anthony Liccione
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Your doubts do nothing than pouring cold water on your enviable dreams. Just keep doubts away from you and you will not dilute your success story! Israelmore Ayivor
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If you have a dream as a child, but you let it go cold, you will grow old only to realize that you have sold your gold for no royalty! Israelmore Ayivor
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The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions. Simona Panova
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Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the airby myself in the snowand I was not okay. Charlotte Eriksson
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I used to be fine in my lonelinessbut somethingor someonesnapped me out of itand showed me company. What it’s like to feel at home, and so the going on by myself part wasn’t as easy anymore. Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the airby myself in the snowand I was not okay. Charlotte Eriksson
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... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night–amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours–always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Paul Hoffman
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Pain is like the cold. do not give it your attention. but unlike the cold do not deny being in pain Laetitia R 2015
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I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours. Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful... Simona Panova
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The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground. Simona Panova
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Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonight Sparkling for moon's spiced silver bite Upon skin of darkness, loving night more Storm begins unlocking cold wind's door Munia Khan
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The cold is waiting to ooze through the soles of your shoes. Maggot-damp, this city is festering: home to hollow faces of grey flesh. They stare from windows unclean, into the sun never reaches: dismal lives lived in dismal constriction. Emmanuelle De Maupassant
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This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm. Sanober Khan
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Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure. Emily Wing Smith
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Evil isn't born... Neither is purity. Because even as newborns, there is something wrong inside of all of us bound to spring up and activate itself within us. Unknown
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No matter how cold your proverbial winter, you can plant seeds of change in your life by changing your thoughts and actions. Andra Brynnoeglein
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When at last we have to die it will be time enough to get cold. While we are on fire let us seethe and boil. Rabindranath Tagore
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You both talk too much, ” the kid says. “Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.” We shut up, which I find hysterically funny. Karen Marie Moning
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She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across. Akshay Vasu
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Snow was the most beautiful thing Amitola had ever seen. It fell so gracefully and drizzled her skin like a cold whisper. Aishabella Sheikh
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Maybe it’s a whole lot less about focusing on the fact that we’re all victims and a whole lot more about the changing the fact that we’re all careless, as that is what victimized all of us in the first place. Craig D. Lounsbrough
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The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia the late autumn was a lover, still, but a dangerous one. J. Aleksandr Wootton
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The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea. I always chose the sea. Katherine McIntyre
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They said you were hard and cold and unfeeling.”“ But it’s true.. I am, in the sense they mean–only have they ever told you in just what sense they mean it?"" What did they mean about you?”“ Whenever anyone accuses some person of being ‘unfeeling, ’ he means that that person is just. He means that that person has no causeless emotions and will not grant him a feeling which he does not deserve. He means that .‘to feel’ is to go against reason, against moral values, against reality. . Ayn Rand
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Whenever anyone accuses some person of being ‘unfeeling, ’ he means that that person is just. He means that that person has no causeless emotions and will not grant him a feeling which he does not deserve. He means that .‘to feel’ is to go against reason, against moral values, against reality. Ayn Rand
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When I worked at the W. M. Keck Observatory on the 13, 796 feet very high altitude summit of Mauna Kea, we would routinely be engulfed in cold clouds of helium and nitrogen gas as we discharged it into the video camera systems daily. The management team never warned us that we were in a hazardous oxygen deprived environment during this activity that was known for its ability to adversely affect physical and mental health, and possibly bring on death by asphyxiation. . Steven Magee
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His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death. T.L. Martin
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I am glad that it is old and big. I myself am of an old family, and to live in a new house would kill me. A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century. I rejoice also that there is a chapel of old times. We Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones may be amongst the common dead. I seek not gaiety nor mirth, not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparkling waters which please the young and gay. I am no longer young; and my heart, through wearing years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may. Bram Stoker
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Living in the shadows is cold... know this before you go living there. Deyth Banger
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For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars. Susanna Clarke
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Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold. Shannon Celebi
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In all the world there is no desolation more complete than the polar night. It is a return to the Ice Age– no warmth, no life, no movement. Only those who have experienced it can fully appreciate what it means to be without the sun day after day and week after week. Few men unaccustomed to it can fight off its effects altogether, and it has driven some men mad. Alfred Lansing
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He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls... Nelson Algren
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Sometime I wonder why I walk alone on this cold, windy road. Maybe I have no one to love or no one love me at all? Ishmael Emmanuel Balfour
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Never Forget Who You Are Beacause Its Like Forgetingg Water Is Wet, The Sun Is Bright, Snow Is Cold.Its Rudunent. Andrew Fukuda
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It's too cold outside for angels to fly. Ed Sheeran
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You play with ice - you get cold. You play with fire - you get burnt.you play with me - you get lucky. Anthony T. Hincks
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They lit her wings with the flames, but she raised to the sky soaring over the clouds until the whole sky caught fire. She flew staring at the destruction with her cold eyes, while the clouds came down as the balls of fire and burnt everyone, who tried to take her wings away into ashes. Akshay Vasu
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After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one. Anthony Liccione
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Guilt chilled me more than all of this rain combined. Katherine McIntyre
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You know it’s a real salvation when Baptists use cold water. Jared Brock
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I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath us. I kneel beside her and want desperately to weep. My throat tightens and my head aches. Everything hurts inside. But I have no way of releasing it. I’m locked up and hard as stone.“ I’m sorry, Mamma, ” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one, and set them over her, trying my best to protect her from the birds, the beasts, keep her safe as much as I can now. I pile the dark stones gently on her stomach, her arms, and over her face, until she becomes one with the mountain. I stand and study my work, feeling like the rocks are on me instead, then I leave the body for the forest and ice. Rachel A. Marks
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Quinns always come at half price, about half the time, and half-naked, even during the colder half of winter. A Quinn is like a queen, but draggier, and cheaper to buy and use for personal gain, unless you’re suspicious that you’re poor and illiterate like Jarod Kintz, in which case Quinns could be the spirits of your dead relatives, come to haunt you until you gather a massive fortune through selling books on the internet, to send some back in time through a portal you bought from the NSA, so they would have lived better lives without having to move a finger for their fortune. Oh, yah, and since they aren’t - they’re blue, like smurfs, yet they turn purple whenever tickled on the belly, which is something they seem to rather dislike, since they start biting and scratching when it happens, for no good reason, I might add. Will Advise
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Words are dead, until action brings them life. Anthony Liccione
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Maybe I'm the moon. Cold, remote, and yet men still want to conquer me. Unknown
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The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb. Munia Khan
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Rain is just like you, When it come, it gets cold.. When i remember, i feel blue Gold Atienza
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Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes Rue
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... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelions and sundress. Holly Black
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...his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking George R.r. Martin
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Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear Munia Khan
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Nothing burns like the cold. George R.r. Martin
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I could feel the bite of the autumn air, warning us all of the harsh winter that was on its way. Jennifer Starzec