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“Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.”

Knows Doe Eye Heaven Grief Hell Cold Snow Release Flames Streams Melting Liquid Death Grief Melting Snow

Author:Kiersten White

“I had been on another procedural show, 'Cold Case,' for seven years, and I certainly respected the legacy of 'Law & Order,' even though I had only seen a handful of episodes. Being a dad meant the reality was that I probably knew more about Dora and Diego. But I saw the show with fresh eyes, and I wasn't coming in with a bunch of baggage.”

Years Shows Reality Eye Law Order Cases Saws Cold Dad Seven Bunch Legacy Episodes Seven Years Handful Baggage Being A Dad Cold Case

Author:Danny Pino

“I have seen men march to the wars, and then I have watched their homeward tread, and they brought back bodies of living men, But their eyes were cold and dead.”

Men War Body Eye Cold March Antiwar

Author:Edmund Vance Cooke

“Next to the young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish. Alas, the heart hardens as the blood ceases to run. The cold snow strikes down from the head, and checks the glow of feeling. Who wants to survive into old age after abdicating all his faculties one by one, and be sans teeth, sans eyes, sans memory, sans hope, sans sympathy?”

Source: The Virginians: A Tale of the Last Century: Easyread Super Large 20pt Edition

“This is not pessimism but rather casting a cold eye on things. It is only one man's story, and I think that things will go better, but difficulties exist and nothing is served by hiding them under a poetic veil or under a lyricism of the past. I am against slogans.”

Thinking Men Stories Eye Past Cold Difficulty Poetic One Man Pessimism Hiding Veils Casting Slogans Cold Eyes

Book:Conversations with Chinua Achebe

Source: Conversations with Chinua Achebe

“Writing is eternal, For therein the dead heart liveth, the clay-cold tongue is eloquent, And the quick eye of the reader is cleared by the reed of the scribe. As a fossil in the rock, or a coin in the mortar of a ruin, So the symbolled thoughts tell of a departed soul: The plastic hand hath its witness in a statue, and exactitude of vision in a picture, And so, the mind, that was among us, in its writings is embalmed.”

Writing Mind Heart Soul Hands Eye Vision Rocks Cold Reader Eternal Tongue Ruins Witness Plastic Coins Fossils Clay Statues Eloquent Reeds Departed Mortar Scribes Exactitude Departed Soul

Author:F. Scott Fitzgerald

“A Hebrew knelt in the dying light, His eye was dim and cold; The hairs on his brow were silver white, And his blood was thin and old.”

Light Eye White Blood Dying Hair Cold His Eyes Silver Brows Hebrew

Book:The devil's progress: A poem

Source: The devil's progress: A poem

“Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism. The more or less depends on structure or temperament. Temperament is the iron wire on which the beads are strung. Of what use is fortune or talent to a cold and defective store?”

Source: Essays, First and Second Series

“If a friend is the one who summons us to our best, then is not Jesus Christ our best friend, and should we not think of the Communion as one of His chief appeals to us to be our best? The Lord's Supper looks not back to our past with a critical eye, but to our future, with a hopeful one. The Master appeals from what we have been to what we may be. He bids us come, not because we are better than we have been, but because He wants us to be. To stay away because our hearts are cold is to refuse to go to the fire till we are warm.”

Source: Thoughts for Every-day Living from the Spoken and Written Words of Maltbie Davenport Babcock

“Old people who live too long come to resemble turtles. As though time turned in a curve, and down they go to the reptiles again. Not the little wet naked frog they were born. But the tortoise. Cold eyes, sagging circles of skin, the nose becomes beak. The shell of sleep.”

People Littles Long Eye Age Born Sleep Cold Skins Circles Naked Old Age Noses Wet Shells Curves Old People Frogs Turtles Reptiles Tortoises Beaks Sagging Cold Eyes

Book:The Inland Island

Source: The Inland Island

“Old Khayyám, say you, is a debauchee;If only you were half so good as he!He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness,Great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery.But yours the cold heart, and the murderous tongue,The wintry soul that hates to hear a song,The close-shut fist, the mean and measuring eye,And all the little poisoned ways of wrong.”

Ifs Way Heart Kind Mean Littles Soul Eye Hate Song Sin Half Cold Tongue Gentle Fists Adultery Hearted Drunkenness Measuring Mirth Cold Heart

Author:Omar Khayyam

“What a great advantage a man can have over women, if he only knew what cold and calculating thoughts are going through her mind.... while her eyes are brimming with tears.”

Ifs Men Mind Eye Tears Cold Advantage Her Eyes Calculating

Author:Esther Vilar

“An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror.”

Eye Form Black Middle Objects Cold Mad Terror Expected His Eyes Shops Gloomy Unfinished Coffins Spooky

Book:Oliver Twist

Source: Oliver Twist

“He wore a sprinkling of powder upon his head, as if to make himself look benevolent; but if that were his purpose, he would perhaps have done better to powder his countenance also, for there was something in its very wrinkles, and in his cold restless eye, which seemed to tell of cunning that would announce itself in spite of him.”

Ifs Looks Done Character Eye Purpose Interesting Cold Spite Restless Cunning Wrinkles Benevolent Countenance Powder Interesting Characters

Book:The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby ... With a Frontispiece from a Painting by T. Webster

Source: The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby ... With a Frontispiece from a Painting by T. Webster

“... Waiter! raw beef-steak for the gentleman's eye,-nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient-damned odd standing in the open street half-an-hour, with your eye against a lamp.”

Eye Funny Hours Half Streets Cold Humorous Standing Very Good Posts Odd Gentleman Lamps Beef Steak Inconvenient Bruises Waiter

Book:The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volume 1 (of 2) (Illustrations)

Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volume 1 (of 2) (Illustrations)

“Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth; Prepare your arms for glorious victory; Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God! Prepare, prepare!”

Heart Soul Body Hands Eye Earth Death Arms Cold Victory Holy Your Body Flight Your Soul Glorious Holy God

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“What brings enlightenment is experience, in the sad sense of this word--the pressure of hard facts and unintelligible troubles, making a man rub his eyes in his waking dream, and put two and two together. Enlightenment is cold water.”

Men Two Hard Facts Dream Eye Together Water Trouble Cold Enlightenment Experience Pressure His Eyes Waking Cold Water Trouble Making

Book:The Genteel Tradition: Nine Essays

Source: The Genteel Tradition: Nine Essays

“The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies, With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold.”

Heart Children Hands Eye Together Half Laughing Cold Gold Wings Heavy Fallen Eagles Cradle Hands Together Whitening

Book:Early Poems

Source: Early Poems

“When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.”

Eye Earth Joy Born Hours Sun Cold Spring Realms Breasts Buried Glances Born Again Germs Happy Smile

Author:Friedrich Schiller

“It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.”

Feels Looks Heart Eye Cold Concentration Sinking

Book:Sir Walter Scott: Collected Letters, Memoirs and Articles: Complete Autobiographical Writings, Journal & Notes, Accompanied with Extended Biographies and Reminiscences of the Author of Waverly, Rob Roy, Ivanhoe, The Pirate, Old Mortality, The Guy Mannering

Source: Sir Walter Scott: Collected Letters, Memoirs and Articles: Complete Autobiographical Writings, Journal & Notes, Accompanied with Extended Biographies and Reminiscences of the Author of Waverly, Rob Roy, Ivanhoe, The Pirate, Old Mortality, The Guy Mannering

“Most days I feel like the sole survivor of a shipwreck, rowing my paddleboat across a sea of people on waves made of an infinite array of hands and crests that reveal anonymous faces. On a good day, the clouds part to alight on-lo and behold-an island! I step ashore, only find that it too is made of people, mangled bodies somehow still alive. They grab at my feet, pulling me under like quicksand. The last thing I see before suffocating is the sky, a billion eyes staring down, blinking in undulating electric ripples. The cold rain I feel on my cheeks is the tears of the people.”

“An audience is the most dangerous thing in the world, because they paid, and they're looking at you. And they paid! And there's a lot of them! And they cast a cold eye, because they paid. To be on the stage, you have to be very secure.”

World Eye Audience Stage Dangerous Cold Paid Casts Secure Dangerous Things Cold Eyes

Author:Christopher Walken

“This is freedom,' said the instructress, 'it's something very wintry, and cannot be borne for long. One must always keep moving, as we are doing here, one must dance in freedom. It is cold and beautiful. Never fall in love with it. That would only make you sad afterwards, for one can only be in the realm of freedom for a moment, no longer. Look how the wonderful track we are floating on is slowly melting away. Now you can watch freedom dying, if you open your eyes.”

Ifs Looks Long Said Moments Eye Beautiful Moving Fall Watches Wonderful Dying Cold Falling In Love Track Realms Floating Keep Moving Melting Never Fall In Love Melting Away

Book:Jakob von Gunten: a novel

Source: Jakob von Gunten: a novel

“The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.”

Eye Black Dark Behinds Sea Streets Cold Down And Holes Passing Passings Ashes Ink Torches Steep Canyons Squids

Book:The Road

Source: The Road

“[Insects] are not only cold-blooded, and green- and yellow-blooded, but are also cased in a clacking horn. They have rigid eyes and brains strung down their backs. But they make up the bulk of our comrades-at-life, so I look to them for a glimmer of companionship.”

Looks Eye Brain Cold Green Yellow Companionship Insects Horns Comrade Cold Blooded

Book:PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“We come to our own and would make friends with matter, which the ambitious chatter of the schools would persuade us to despise. We can never part with it; the mind loves its old home: as water to our thirst, so is rock, the ground, to our eyes, and hands, and feet. It is firm water: it is cold flame: what health, what affinity!”

Mind Matter Home Hands Eye School Water Feet Rocks Cold Firm Flames Despise Ambitious Thirst Affinity Chatter Hands And Feet Mind Love

Book:Selected Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson: (A Modern Library E-Book)

Source: Selected Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson: (A Modern Library E-Book)

“I was raised by a strong mother who always taught me to speak up, I never had difficulty leaving an uncomfortable situation or cutting eye contact; people used to call me cold. Girls need to learn that they're allowed to say no and to speak up. This is what I work on in Africa with the girls, but the issue is global and I'm glad that women are speaking up and saying that we won't put up with it anymore.”

People Eye Mother Girl Speak Strong Situation Cutting Cold Difficulty Leaving Glad Uncomfortable Call Me Eye Contact

Author:Toni Garrn

“Editing rooms are kind of, by definition, a bubble of you and the editor and what you're thinking. It's a truth-telling thing to watch it through someone else's eyes, is to get another level of real with your material. Like, "Maybe that's not that funny. Maybe that's not as interesting. Maybe that's redundant to something else. Maybe we can cut down." I don't know. It's a brutal, honest process. You've got to be pretty - You can't be sentimental. You have to be. It's a cold process. You can't be nostalgic. You have to make those tough decisions.”

Thinking Kind Real Eye Decision Interesting Cutting Honest Cold Tough Bubbles Brutal Sentimental Nostalgic Redundant Tough Decisions

Author:Richard Linklater

“Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the world sweeps over it, if the warm sunlight of love from the eyes of mother and father did not shine upon him like the soft reflection of divine light and love?”

Source: Memories

“but their eyes were as cold blue glass buttons.”

Eye Cold Blue Glasses Buttons

Book:Anthem

Source: Anthem

“Mamma," whispered Rannoch as he nestled by her side, "what is man?" Bracken looked into her calf's eyes. "Man? Man is something you must always fear." "But why must I fear him?" asked Rannoch. "Because, my little one...man is cruel and cold. He eats up everything he touches. He enslaves Lera and breaks the laws of the forest. Because, Rannoch, he is the only creature that hunts without need.”

Men Needs Littles Eye Law Sides Break Cold Creatures Forests One Man Hunts Calves

Author:David Clement-Davies

“O captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather'd every wrack The prize we sought is won The port is near, the bells I hear The people all exulting While follow eyes, the steady keel The vessel grim and daring But Heart! Heart! Heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my captain lies Fallen cold and dead.”

People Heart Done Eye Lying Cold Red Weather Ships Fallen Prize Steady Fearful Daring Bells Captains Vessel Bleeding Grim Port Deck Leaves Of Grass Keel

Book:Drum-Taps: The Complete 1865 Edition

Source: Drum-Taps: The Complete 1865 Edition

“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

Source: The Road

“Though it was bright sunshine everyone felt suddenly cold. The only two people present who seemed to be quite at their ease were Aslan and the Witch herself. It was the oddest thing to see those two faces - the golden face and the dead-white face so close together. Not that the Witch looked Aslan exactly in his eyes; Mrs Beaver particularly noticed this.”

People Two Eye Together Faces Felt White Cold Golden Ease His Eyes Sunshine Witch Wardrobe Beavers

Book:The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Source: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

“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

“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

“I hear there are people who actually enjoy moving. Sounds like a disease to me - they must be unstable. Though it does have it’s poetry, I’ll allow that. When an old dwelling starts looking desolate, a mixture of regret and anxiety comes over us and we feel like we are leaving a safe harbor for the rolling sea. As for the new place, it looks on us with alien eyes, it has nothing to say to us, it is cold.”

People Feels Looks Doe Eye Moving Enjoy Sound Sea Regret Cold Safe Disease Anxiety Leaving Aliens Rolling Mixtures Harbors Dwelling Unstable Desolate New Places Safe Harbor

Author:Jan Neruda

“Yes, he is here in this open field, in sunlight, among the few young trees set out to modify the bare facts-- he's here, but only because we are here. When we go, he goes with us to be your hands that never do violence, your eyes that wonder, your lives that daily praise life by living it, by laughter. He is never alone here, never cold in the field of graves.”

Facts Hands Eye Young Wonder Violence Tree Fields Cold Laughter Praise Graves Sunlight Open Fields

Book:Poems 1968-1972

Source: Poems 1968-1972

“When Eleanor's arm touched his he felt his hands grow cold with deadly fear lest he should lose the shadow brush with which his imagination was painting wonders of her. He watched her from the corners of his eyes as ever he did when he walked with her-- she was a feast and a folly and he wished it had been his destiny to sit forever on a haystack and see life through her green eyes.”

Should Hands Eye Grows Felt Loses Imagination Wonder Destiny Forever Painting Arms Cold Shadow Green Corners His Eyes Folly Touched Brushes Eleanor Green Eyes

Book:This Side of Paradise

Source: This Side of Paradise

“With a cold"--she spoke evenly, lowering her eyes a little--"now is the hardest time. Maybe even harder than dying. But this is probably as bad as it can get. You might come to fear the next time you get a cold; it will be as bad as this, but if you just hold steady, it won't be. For the rest of your life. That's how it works. You could take the negative view and live in fear: Will it happen again? But it won't hurt so much if you just accept it as a part of life." With that she looked up at me, smiling.”

Ifs Littles Might Happens Eye Next Hurt Views Accepting Dying Cold Negative Harder Hardest Spokes Steady Her Eyes Next Time Rest Of Your Life Parts Of Life Hurt So Much Hardest Times

Book:Kitchen

Source: Kitchen

“What we want most is to be held...and told..that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and papa's eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is mama's long hair, is being afraid and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)...is going to be alright.”

Source: Truman Capote: Conversations

“A narrow pond would form in the orchard, water clear as air covering grass and black leaves and fallen branches, all around it black leaves and drenched grass and fallen branches, and on it, slight as an image in an eye, sky, clouds, trees, our hovering faces and our cold hands.”

Hands Eye Faces Form Black Water Clear Air Tree Sky Cold Clouds Grass Fallen Branches Covering Ponds Orchard Hovering

Book:Housekeeping: A Novel

Source: Housekeeping: A Novel

“A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.”

Littles Problem Dream Eye Night Found Hours Half Sky Fine Cold Beats Angry Hats Liars Laughed Drank Blast Night Sky Half Hours Chimneys Good Liar Camo

Book:Lover Revealed: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood

Source: Lover Revealed: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood

“It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of huddling together to keep out the cold. We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.”

Needs Stills Light Eye Together Culture Individual Sea Cold Empathy Warm Urges Pulse

Book:Oh Pure and Radiant Heart

Source: Oh Pure and Radiant Heart

“His cold eyes stared at me. At last, he said wearily: "I have more faith in Hitler than in anyone else. He alone has kept his promises, all his promises, to the Jewish people.”

People Said Eye Lasts Cold Promise Cold Eyes

Book:Night

Source: Night

“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.”

Knows Important Ideas Hard Eye Know How Impossible Tree Love You Cold Concepts Lips Snow Forests Compare Necks Chests Chins How Much I Love You

Book:Eclipse

Source: Eclipse

“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.”

Source: The Jodi Picoult Collection #3: Vanishing Acts, The Tenth Circle, and Nineteen Minutes

“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.”

“I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.”

“I was no Cherokee. I was no warrior. I was nobody special. I was just a girl, scared and angry. When I saw myself in Daddy Glen's eyes, I wanted to die. No, I wanted to be already dead, cold and gone. Everything felt hopeless. He looked at me and I was ashamed of myself. It was like sliding down an endless hole, seeing myself at the bottom, dirty, ragged, poor, stupid.”

Source: Bastard Out of Carolina: A Novel