Cold Quotes
I returned from the West, and brought home in my nostrils and nerves that benumbing lethargy, imprudent hostility, and arrogant superiority with which the West viewed the fate of Eastern Europe.
You are alone, So alone, You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness, You call it solitude, Different words, Meaning the same pain.
Don't pursue something with a vengeful heart, or it will destroy you. Hate wraps a cold hand around your heart and hollows you out." - Justus
(...) “to have a hairy heart” has passed into everyday wizarding language to describe a cold or unfeeling witch or wizard.
Also, in the dismal Cold Waste, any man treasures illusions, though knowing them almost certainly to be such.
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.
They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else--the cold, and where he'd go in it--was outside, for a while anyway.
The world made me cold. You made me water. One day we'll be clouds.
Let it rain on some days, Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through.
Tough love and brutal truth from strangers are far more valuable than Band-Aids and half-truths from invested friends, who don’t want to see you suffer any more than you have.
If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel blood cells generated
. . . what matters in combat is adaptability, boldness and maintaining A cool exterior, whilst penetrating your enemy's soul with An icy cold stare- Diary of A Combat Fiend
One of the disadvantages of almost universal education was the fact that all kinds of persons acquired a familiarity with one's favourite writers. It gave one a curious feeling
Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.
There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.
Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea.Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink.Is the glass part full or part empty?Take another sip.And now?
I'd rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI'd rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.
She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.
The definition of a relationship is like a shower. You go in when it is cold, and come out when it is too hot.
The definition of a relationship is like a shower. You walk in when it is cold, and comes out when it is too hot.
As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.
They say blood is thicker than water, but I say ice, can be more solid than blood, when times get cold.
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!
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!
Getting caught up in someone else's dream is like a drug. Sometimes you have to go cold turkey. ~ Susan J. McIntire
Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other's arms.
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.
pain is like the cold. do not give it your attention. but unlike the cold do not deny being in pain
Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.
Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.
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.
On a world where a common table implement is a little device with which you crack the ice that has formed on your drink between drafts, hot beer is a thing you come to appreciate.
No matter how cold your proverbial winter, you can plant seeds of change in your life by changing your thoughts and actions.
I figured I wasn't supposed to be capable of that kind of thinking, and I felt like an alien. I feel that a lot, actually, in a lot of circumstances. Like I ought to be feeling something I don't.
My God, Justin, do you hate him so?""Bah!" said his Grace..."does one hate an adder? Because it is venomous and loathsome one crushes it underfoot, as I shall crush this Comte.
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.
Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..
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.
Snow was the most beautiful thing Amitola had ever seen. It fell so gracefully and drizzled her skin like a cold whisper.
There was enough ice.So I thought. For my drink.When I used it all, I cut her heart out and used it instead.I never ran out of ice that night.