Quotessence
Home / Topics / Cold Quotes

Cold Quotes

Browse 3996 quotes about Cold.

Related topics

WarCold WarIfsWorldPeopleKnowsThinkingMenHeartHotNightFeelsWaterWarmWayWinterYearsSaidStillsHardWantEyeLongHandsDarkLightWindFirstsLooksMayEndsFireHeatFacesGivingKindWellsMindNeedsLittlesWeatherFeelingsMadeTwoCold WaterIceMeanAirChildrenCold HeartSnowSometimesBloodHumansI CanShouldStonesTryingLastsFactsRainGrowsMorningDoeStatesRealSoulWritingFallRunningEarthHas BeensCountryFeltReasonSovietSunLyingMightMomentsSeemsEnoughFeetLeftTodayWarmthWholeBookDreamRoomsStarsBodyCarePersonsSummerTogetherBeautifulBigsWould BeTurnsmore

Cold Quotes

“I'm tired of being scared, and I know you are too. Not that there isn't alot to be scared of in this world today, between the non-stop headlines about wars and nuclear power plants and terrorists and assasinations and civil unrest and economic uncertainty and political doublespeak and insane weather and an environment that's becoming unhealthier by the day. But a point comes when it's too much to deal with, and thinking about it accomplishes nothing more than sending you to bed with a cold cloth on your head.”

ThinkingKnowsWorldWarTodayPoliticalDealsEnvironmentToo MuchEconomicThis WorldColdBecomingBedTiredPlantScaredAccomplishNuclearTerroristWeatherInsaneUncertaintyWorld TodayHeadlinesI'm TiredNuclear PowerUnrestBeing ScaredPower PlantsNon StopAccomplish Nothing
Book:End Of Days: Predictions and prophecies about the end of the world
Create image

“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.”

WorldWritingBigsLightLastsWhiteBehindsSunColdLateWindowPopsSettingSnowSettingsHillsColourSeatsWhere You AreYellowAfternoonTowersVioletCornFlakesLate Afternoon
Author:Jean Webster
Create image

“Oh, I'm developing a beautiful character! It droops a bit under cold and frost, but it does grow fast when the sun shines. That's the way with everybody. I don't agree with the theory that adversity and sorrow and disappointment develop moral strength. The happy people are the ones who are bubbling over with kindliness.”

PeopleWayDoeCharacterBeautifulGrowsBitsMoralSunTheoryColdSorrowAdversityAgreeShiningDisappointmentDevelopingFrostHappy PeopleSun ShinesKindlinessMoral Strength
Book:Daddy Long-Legs and Dear Enemy: Illustrated
Create image

“He was weary of himself, of cold ideas and brain dreams. Life a poem? Not when you went about forever poetizing about your own life instead of living it. How innocuous it all was, and empty, empty, empty! This chasing after yourself, craftily observing your own tracks--in a circle, of course. This sham diving into the stream of life while all the time you sat angling after yourself, fishing yourself up in one curious disguise or another! If he could only be overwhelmed by something--life, love, passion--so that he could no longer shape it into poems, but had to let it shape him!”

IfsIdeasDreamPassionCoursesBrainForeverColdShapesEmptyTrackCirclesCuriousSatStreamsFishingLove LifeDisguiseWearyOverwhelmedChasingObservingDivingAnglingLove Passion
Author:Jens Peter Jacobsen
Create image

“Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.”

ChildrenSoulPlayAbleHateLaughingSunKnowingHeardColdWarmMy SoulHatedStomachDespised
Book:A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive
Create image

“Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?" He pulled me tighter against his hard chest, tucking my head under his chin. I pressed my lips against his snow-cold neck. "I know how much I love you," I answered. You compare one small tree to the entire forest." I rolled my eyes, but he couldn't see. "Impossible.”

KnowsImportantIdeasHardEyeKnow HowImpossibleTreeLove YouColdConceptsLipsSnowForestsCompareNecksChestsChinsHow Much I Love You
Book:Eclipse
Create image

“Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.”

HeartSaidBodyHandsEyeFacesFeltSidesSunFocusSweetHairColdKissingMouthsBreathsLipsEdgesCaughtStuckGladShouldersApplesAutumnPeterCheeksHer EyesCurtainsFistsSnapsKiss MeMintCiderApple CiderJosie
Book:The Jodi Picoult Collection #3: Vanishing Acts, The Tenth Circle, and Nineteen Minutes
Create image

“I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.”

FeelsHeartSoulSometimesUsePainLyingLanguageGivenSinGriefBrainHalfColdExerciseClothesDullWeedMechanicWrapsOutlinesNarcoticsNumbingHeart And Brain
Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
Create image

“All my life, up until that moment, I'd had a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me, knitted of aunts and uncles, purled of first and second and third cousins, knot-tied with grandmas and grandpas and greats. That blanket had just dropped from my shoulders. I felt cold, lost and alone.”

FirstsMomentsLostFeltColdThirdsWarmShouldersThat MomentTiedUnclesCousinAuntProtectiveBlanketGrandmaKnotsGrandpaAunts And Uncles
Book:The Fever Series 7-Book Bundle: Darkfever, Bloodfever, Faefever, Dreamfever, Shadowfever, Iced, Burned
Create image

“Love was a sacred garment, woven of a fabric so thin that it could not be seen, yet so strong that even mighty death could not tear it, a garment that could not be frayed by use, that brought warmth into what would otherwise be an intolerable, cold world- but at times love could also be as heavy as chain mail. Bearing the burden of love, on those occasions when it was a solemn weight, made it more precious when, in better times, it caught the wind in sleeves like wings, and lifted you.”

WorldMadeUseStrongTearsWindColdWeightSacredWingsCaughtBurdenHeavyChainsMade ItOccasionsWarmthMailFabricSolemnGarmentsSleevesWovenTime LoveCold World
Book:False Memory
Create image

“I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more /the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort /to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires /and expires, too soon, too soon /before life itself”

MenLoveYearsHeartFeelingsAgeEarthLastsRememberJoyGrowsEffortSeaYouthColdConvictionDustVainHeatHandfulPerilLureTriumphantDeceitful
Author:Joseph Conrad
Create image

“Our human tragedy is that we are unable to comprehend our experience, it slips through our fingers, we can't hold on to it, and the more time passes, the harder it gets...My father said that the natural world gave us explanations to compensate for the meanings we could not grasp. The slant of the cold sunlight on a winter pine, the music of water, an oar cutting the lake and the flight of birds, the mountains' nobility , the silence of the silence. We are given life but must accept that it is unattainable and rejoice in what can be held in the eye, the memory, the mind.”

WorldMindHumansSaidEyeFatherGivenWaterNaturalMemoriesSilenceAcceptingCuttingColdMountainBirdHarderTragedyFingersWinterFlightExplanationLakesMore TimeSlipsRejoiceSunlightNobilityNatural WorldTime PassesUnattainableOarGiven Life
Author:Salman Rushdie
Create image

“For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.”

KnowsMenStillsKnownCenturyColdFingersGlassesStrangerSurfaceTouchedOutsidersPolishedAbominationGildedUnyielding
Book:The Outsider, Pickman’s Model, The Rats in the Walls, The Silver Key
Create image

“I didn't know whether to trust Alaska, and I'd certainly had enough of her unpredictability - cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next. I preferred the Colonel: At least when he was cranky, he had a reason.”

KnowsReasonEnoughMomentsNextSweetColdOne DayAlaskaHad EnoughObnoxiousFlirtyColonelsUnpredictabilityCranky
Book:Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition
Create image

“I'm somewhat socially inept. Slide me between two strangers at any light-hearted jamboree and I'll either rock awkwardly and silently on my heels, or come out with a stone-cold conversation-killer like, "This room's quite rectangular, isn't it?" I glide through the social whirl with all the elegance of a dog in high heels”

TwoLightSocialRoomsRocksDogColdConversationStonesStrangerKillersHeelsEleganceSlidesHeartedHigh HeelsLight HeartedStone Cold
Book:Dawn of the Dumb
Create image

“A slow smile curved over my face, and I leaned down over him. "No," I said. "Wishes are lies. Tell me you're going to leave. Tell me you're not going to stay. Tell me that it's only for a while so I can enjoy today," I whispered in his ear, as if saying it louder would break me. "And when you go, don't think me cold when I don't cry. I can't cry anymore, Pierce. It hurts too much.”

IfsThinkingSaidI CanTodayFacesLyingWishEnjoyHurtBreakToo MuchCryColdEarsIt HurtsPierceEnjoy Today
Author:Kim Harrison
Create image

“Do you realize it’s been only a century that we’ve been able to go from house to car to office to car to wherever, with the heater on, and the defroster on, protected from the rain and the cold? It hasn’t been much longer than that we’ve had lighting for streets. Think of all that darkness, all that world out there, all that mystery that we’ve turned into well-lighted concrete bunkers, safe and warm and dull.”

ThinkingWorldWellsAbleHouseRealizingDarknessMysteryStreetsCenturyCarColdSafeOfficeRainWarmDullConcreteProtectedLightingBunkers
Author:Sheri S. Tepper
Create image

“Ancient one sleeping, waiting to rise When earth's power bleeds sacred red The mark strikes true; Queen Tsi Sgili will devise He shall be washed from his entombing bed Through the hand of the dead he is free Terrible beauty, monstrous sight Ruled again they shall be Women shall kneel to his dark might Kalona's song sounds sweet As we slaughter with cold heat”

HandsMightEarthSongWaitingSoundDarkSleepSweetColdTerribleBedRedSightMarkSacredAncientStrikesQueensHeatMonstrousSlaughter
Book:Revealed: Number 11 in series
Create image

“Though Anne was born in Alabama and schooled in Mississippi, she had traveled North, and, like many Southerners, gained a theoretical understanding of the concept of cold. But the mind is an overprotective parent. What it doesn't care for, it hides. Like many inhabiting the subtropics, Anne had repressed the reality of subzero mercury.”

MindRealityCareParentUnderstandingBornColdConceptsTraveledTheoreticalMississippiSchooledAlabamaMercuryRepressedSouthernerOverprotective
Book:Monday Mourning: A Novel
Create image

“Minnesotans who bought scenic art usually avoided winter scenes. Hannah didn't find that surprising. Minnesota winters were long. Why would they want to buy a painting that would constantly remind them of the bone-chilling cold, the heavy snow that had to be shoveled, and the necessity of dressing up in survival gear to do nothing more than take out the garbage?”

WantLongArtPaintingColdSceneSurvivalWinterHeavyBonesSnowSurprisingDressingsChillGarbageAvoidedGearsDressing UpMinnesotaScenicMinnesotans
Book:Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder
Create image