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“Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.”

World Facts Evil Fear Sin Cold All Things Originals Horrible Serpent Degrading Original Sin

Book:Delphi Complete Works of L. M. Montgomery (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of L. M. Montgomery (Illustrated)

“Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.”

Cold Hatred Lakes Jewels Norway Sapphires

Book:White Oleander

Source: White Oleander

“Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.”

Ifs Littles Night Stars Waiting Steps Watches Doors Sky Minutes Cold Heavy Nerves Gray Hello Floats Wipe Slippery Liesel Spillage

Author:Markus Zusak

“Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”

Source: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”

“but it's so hard to dance that way when it's cold and there's no music.”

Way Hard Cold

Author:Tom Waits

“One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees... And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.”

World Feels Said Soul Pain Felt Darkness Tree Cry Cold One Day Rain Towns Down And Finished Tales Sat Laughed Cried Woe Clown So Sad

Author:Shel Silverstein

“I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn my empty heart to dust. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind.”

“There are friends with whom we share neither interests nor any particular experiences, friends with whom we never correspond, whom we seldom meet and then only by chance, but whose existence nonetheless has for us a special if uncanny meaning. For me the Eiffel Tower is just such a friend, and not merely because it happens to be the symbol of a city, for Paris leaves me neither hot nor cold. I first became aware of this attachment of mine when reading in the paper about plans for its demolition, the mere thought of which filled me with alarm.”

Source: The Chain of Chance

“Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow”

Cold Shadow Winter

Author:Kobayashi Issa

“I'm like a starving man who has been given food. Maybe he's cold, and his clothes are torn, and he's ashamed, but he's not unhappy.”

Men Has Beens Given Cold Clothes Unhappy Ashamed Torn Starving

Author:Leo Tolstoy

“It was all so very businesslike that one watched it fascinated. It was pork-making by machinery, pork-making by applied mathematics. And yet somehow the most matter-of-fact person could not help thinking of the hogs; they were so innocent, they came so very trustingly; and they were so very human in their protests - and so perfectly within their rights! They had done nothing to deserve it; and it was adding insult to injury, as the thing was done here, swinging them up in this cold-blooded, impersonal way, without pretence at apology, without the homage of a tear.”

“Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.”

Men Looks Death White Blood Cold Red Gold Skins Lips Nightmare Yellow Locks Leprosy

Author:Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“Some may say that such a girl is not ready for a relationship with a man, especially a man in his late sixties. But to that I say: We don't know anything. We don't know how to cure a cold or what dogs are thinking. We do terrible things, we make wars, we kill people out of greed. So who are we to say how to love. I wouldn't force her. I wouldn't have to. She would want me. We would be in love. What do you know. You don't know anything. Call me when you've cured AIDS, give me a ring then and I'll listen.”

Source: No One Belongs Here More Than You: Stories

“Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine, the life, the soul of reading! Take them out and one cold eternal winter would reign in every page. Restore them to the writer - he steps forth like a bridegroom, bids them all-hail, brings in variety and forbids the appetite to fail.”

Soul Reading Steps Failing Cold Eternal Pages Winter Variety Sunshine Appetite Reign Hail Bridegroom

Author:Laurence Sterne

“There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite a word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.”

“She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!”

Source: The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition

“People talk about the beauty of the spring, but I can't see it. The trees are brown and bare, slimy with rain. Some are crawling with new purple hairs. And the buds are bulging like tumorous acne, and I can tell that something wet, and soft, and cold, and misshapen is about to be born. And I am turning into a vampire.”

People I Can Born Tree Hair Cold Spring Rain Vampire Brown Wet Purple Bud Crawling Acne Purple Hair

Author:Matthew Tobin Anderson

“Cold sinks in, there to stay. And people, they'll leave you, sure. There's no return to what was and no way back. There's just emptiness all around, and you in it, like singing up from the bottom of a well, like nothing else, until you harm yourself, until you are a mad dog biting yourself for sympathy. Because there is no relenting.”

People Way Wells Dog Cold Return Singing Mad Bottom Harm Emptiness Biting Mad Dogs

Author:Louise Erdrich

“Here's what I think the truth is: We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial, about to face cold turkey.”

Thinking States Faces Cold Truth Is Environmental Denial Fuel Addict Fossils Turkeys Fossil Fuel Cold Turkey

Book:A Man Without a Country

Source: A Man Without a Country

“We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.”

Matter Stars Bits Gone Atheism Cold Accidents Stellar

Author:Arthur Eddington

“Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O’Neill were laughing.”

Wanted Mother Night Courses Laughing Air Cold Incredibles Autumn Vermin Cold Night Eugene O Neill

Book:The Insanity Defense: The Complete Prose

Source: The Insanity Defense: The Complete Prose

“Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here.”

“Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.”

Men Kind Said Matter Spirit Fall Felt Easy Secret Gone Fire Cold Messages Window Garbage Messy Grim Geese Snowden Pimples Yossarian Ripeness Catch 22 Important

Book:Catch-22: A Novel

Source: Catch-22: A Novel

“She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat. She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.”

Heart Easy Enjoy Accepting Cold Summer Rain Winter Heat Rainbow Brilliance Fading Wetness

Author:Morgan Llywelyn

“The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.”

Years Bigs Grows Hours Feet Minutes Century Wind Huge Fine Cold Machines Towns Rounds Shoes Size Bones Flesh Tiny Weather Dust Clock Shakes Grain Blanket Monstrous Wrinkles Pollen Turnips Cold Wind

Author:Ray Bradbury

“For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”

Lost Fire Cold Hungry Bread Pockets Rope Let Down

Book:A Poetry Handbook

Source: A Poetry Handbook

“He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.”

Cold Weather

Author:Gregory Maguire

“So you wish to conquer in the Olympic Games, my friend? And I, too... But first mark the conditions and the consequences. You will have to put yourself under discipline; to eat by rule, to avoid cakes and sweetmeats; to take exercise at the appointed hour whether you like it or not, in cold and heat; to abstain from cold drinks and wine at your will. Then, in the conflict itself you are likely enough to dislocate your wrist or twist your ankle, to swallow a great deal of dust, to be severely thrashed, and after all of these things, to be defeated.”

“The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.”

Heart Mother Cold Sorrow Lays Tombs

Book:The Scarlet Letter (Sparklesoup Classics)

Source: The Scarlet Letter (Sparklesoup Classics)

“I was beginning to understand.My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things;that was why everything had to be perfect.”

Perfect Cold Grandmother My Grandmother

Book:Incantation

Source: Incantation

“I remember hearing myself start to whimper, a five-year-old, crouched by the side of the road, staring into my father's eyes, whimpering because it was so dark and there was no one coming to help, whimpering because my mother was back in the crushed car, not moving, and my father was lying here in the dirt, not answering me, not holding me, not comforting me, not helping my mother get out of the car, and there was blood, so much blood, and broken glass everywhere, and it was so dark and so cold and no one was coming to help.”

Years Helping Eye Remember Moving Lying Mother Father Sides Dark Five Blood Car Broken Cold Glasses Hearing Staring Five Years Dirt Comforting Crushed Five Year Olds Broken Glass Lying Here

Book:Bitten

Source: Bitten

“Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die”

Two Shows Lying Dies Tears Cold Thee Ashes Dove Turtles Murmuring Turtle Doves

Author:Nikolai Gogol

“He was free to enjoy the breathless glee that overwhelmed him: the speed, the clear cold air, the total silence, the feeling of balance and excitement and peace.”

Feelings Enjoy Silence Clear Air Cold Balance Speed Excitement Overwhelmed Glee Breathless Cold Air

Book:The Giver Quartet

Source: The Giver Quartet

“If it’s zero degrees outside today and it’s supposed to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?”

Ifs Humor Today Funny Cold Tomorrow Degrees Supposed To Be Zero

Author:Steven Wright

“he knows too much about himself to subject her to a morning after, when he will be cold, surly, impatient to be alone.”

Knows Morning Too Much Subjects Cold Impatient Morning After Surly

Book:Disgrâce

Source: Disgrâce

“Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again. Peace. Was that the word?”

Ifs Men World Heart Sometimes Light Beautiful Felt Dark Saws Heard Sky Land This World Flower Cold Terrible Hot Blue Calm Lips Evening Burning Flames Light And Dark Hot And Cold Evening Sky

Book:Inkdeath

Source: Inkdeath

“From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.”

Feels Hands Remember Stuff Sides Dark Stage Listening Cold Summer Gold Dresses Theatre Tall Waking Scent Lap Folds Freeze Daydreaming Stockings Remembers Everything Drapes

Book:The Road

Source: The Road

“And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.”

Dream Certain Rich Century Color Cold Ancient Dawn Waking Exposed Ashes

Book:The Road film tie-in

Source: The Road film tie-in

“Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.”

Heart Two Values Cold Warm Thrown Diamond Cold Heart Warm Heart Two Hearts

Book:The Heart of The Matter

Source: The Heart of The Matter

“England was a cold, backward, rebellious little kingdom. It's king: Henry the Eighth, remembered principally for his six wives and the chicken legs clutched in his fat fists.”

Littles Wife Cold Kings Six England Legs Kingdoms Fats Remembered Chickens Fists Rebellious King Henry

Book:In the Garden of Iden

Source: In the Garden of Iden

“This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.”

Ifs Heart Dream Hands Might Night Wish Silence Blood Cold Capable Conscience Red Calm Warm Streams Dry Veins Earnest Chill Tombs Grasping Icy

Author:John Keats

“He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless to be rather cold hearted, and rather selfish, is to be ill-disposed.”

Men Young Cold Ill Selfish Young Man Sensibility Hearted Cold Hearted

Book:Sense and Sensibility:: A Novel. In Three Volumes

Source: Sense and Sensibility:: A Novel. In Three Volumes

“Patience serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold. For if you put on more clothes as the cold increases, it will have no power to hurt you. So in like manner you must grow in patience when you meet with great wrongs, and they will then be powerless to vex your mind.”

Source: Notebooks

“I submit that Zooey's face was close to being a wholly beautiful face. As such, it was of course vulnerable to the same variety of glibly undaunted and usually specious evaluations that any legitimate art object is. I think it just remains to be said that any one of a hundred everyday menaces — a car accident, a head cold, a lie before breakfast — could have disfigured or coarsened his bounteous good looks in a day or a second.”

“A Centaur has a man-stomach and a horse-stomach. And of course both want breakfast. So first of all he has porridge and pavenders and kidneys and bacon and omlette and cold ham and toast and marmalade and coffee and beer. And after that he tends to the horse part of himself by grazing for an hour or so and finishing up with a hot mash, some oats, and a bag of sugar. That's why it's such a serious thing to ask a Centaur to stay for the weeekend. A very serious thing indeed.”

Men Want Firsts Courses Asks Hours Serious Cold Horse Hot Coffee Beer Bags Breakfast Stomach Sugar Finishing Toasts Ham Kidneys Serious Things Porridge Grazing Oats Centaurs Marmalade Finishing Up

Author:C. S. Lewis

“There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, And munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know he's in there-- That Polary Bear In our Fridgitydaire.”

Ifs Knows Giving Bigs Faces Causes Doors Cold Bears Give Me Fishes Likes Ice Meat Seats Scare Dishes Rice Soda Paws Noodles Licking Polar Bears Nibbling

Author:Shel Silverstein

“For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping.”

Way Needs Soul Sports Space Sun Sea Wind Cold Wave Fishes Surface Giants Weed Brushes Obscurity Gloom Kindles Inscrutable Deep Sea Plies

Book:Mrs Dalloway

Source: Mrs Dalloway

“The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded.”

Ifs Eye Running Wall Cold China Impression Cups Streams Visuals

Book:Mrs Dalloway

Source: Mrs Dalloway

“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tower high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”

Source: The Lord of the Rings: The return of the King

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