Quotessence
Home / Topics / Cold Quotes

Cold Quotes

Browse 3996 quotes about Cold.

Related topics

WarCold WarIfsWorldPeopleKnowsThinkingMenHeartHotNightFeelsWaterWarmWayWinterYearsSaidStillsHardWantEyeLongHandsDarkLightWindFirstsLooksMayEndsFireHeatFacesGivingKindWellsMindNeedsLittlesWeatherFeelingsMadeTwoCold WaterIceMeanAirChildrenCold HeartSnowSometimesBloodHumansI CanShouldStonesTryingLastsFactsRainGrowsMorningDoeStatesRealSoulWritingFallRunningEarthHas BeensCountryFeltReasonSovietSunLyingMightMomentsSeemsEnoughFeetLeftTodayWarmthWholeBookDreamRoomsStarsBodyCarePersonsSummerTogetherBeautifulBigsWould BeTurnsmore

Cold Quotes

“During the day on Monday, Washington time, the airport at Saigon came under persistent rocket as well as artillery fire and was effectively closed. The military situation in the area deteriorated rapidly. I therefore ordered the evacuation of all American personnel remaining in South Vietnam.”

WellsWarSituationFireMilitaryColdAreasSouthVietnamCold WarMondayAirportsPersistentRocketsPersonnelArtilleryEvacuationSaigon
Book:Public Papers of the Presidents of the United States: Gerald R. Ford, 1975
Create image

“Below -60° cold will find the last microscopic touch of oil in an instrument and stop it dead. If there is the slightest breeze, you can hear your breath freeze as it floats away, making a sound like that of Chinese firecrackers. As does the morning dew, rime coats every exposed object. And if you work too hard and breathe too deeply, your lungs will sometimes feel as if they were on fire.”

IfsFeelsDoeSometimesHardLastsSoundMorningFireObjectsColdBreathsInstrumentsBreatheOilChineseExposedCoatsBreezeLungsFloatsDewFreezeMorning DewFirecracker
Book:Alone: The Classic Polar Adventure
Create image

“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.”

IfsThinkingWantShouldLooksHeartMayHas BeensEyePastJesusChristLordFireMastersColdJesus ChristRefuseWarmCriticalChiefsAppealsHopefulOur FutureCommunionOur PastWant USupperLord's Supper
Book:Thoughts for Every-day Living from the Spoken and Written Words of Maltbie Davenport Babcock
Create image

“At last, in the gray dawn of Civilization the fire in the Soul dies down. The dwindling powers rise to one more, half-successful, effort of creation, and produce the Classicism that is common to all dying Cultures. The soul thinks once again, and in Romanticism looks back piteously to its childhood; then finally, weary, reluctant, cold, it loses its desire to be, and, as in Imperial Rome, wishes itself out of the overlong daylight and back in the darkness of protomysticism in the womb of the mother in the grave.”

ThinkingLooksSoulLastsMotherDesireDiesCultureWishLosesCommonEffortHalfDarknessSuccessfulFireChildhoodDyingCreationProduceColdCivilizationGravesDawnGrayRomeWearyWombReluctantRomanticismDaylightClassicism
Book:The decline of the West
Create image

“Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy.”

IfsHeartStillsHouseDarkWhiteRoomsFireHugeBrokenColdEntertainmentWoodsWarmDustSmokeFallenRoofUnclesStairsGloomySpookySteepDesolateChimneysRuggedStoves
Book:The posthumous papers of the Pickwick Club
Create image

“Recollections of the past and visions of the present come to bear me company; the meanest man to whom I have ever given alms appears, to add his mite of peace and comfort to my stock; and whenever the fire within me shall grow cold, to light my path upon this earth no more, I pray that it may be at such an hour as this, and when I love the world as well as I do now.”

MenWorldInspirationalWellsMayLightEarthPastGivenGrowsHoursCompanyVisionPathFireColdBearsPrayingComfortAddI PrayRecollectionAlmsFire Within
Book:CHARLES DICKENS – The Complete Short Stories: 190+ Christmas Tales, Social Sketches, Tales for Children & Other Stories (Illustrated): A Christmas Carol, The Chimes, The Battle of Life, The Haunted Man, Sketches by Boz, Mudfog Papers, Reprinted Pieces, Pearl-Fishing, Christmas Stories, Child's Dream of a Star, Holiday Romance…
Create image

“Those who are esteemed umpires of taste, are often persons who have acquired some knowledge of admired pictures or sculptures, andhave an inclination for whatever is elegant; but if you inquire whether they are beautiful souls, and whether their own acts are like fair pictures, you learn that they are selfish and sensual. Their cultivation is local, as if you should rub a log of dry wood in one spot to produce fire, all the rest remaining cold.”

IfsShouldPersonsSoulBeautifulFireProduceColdTasteFairsCriticismWoodsSelfishLocalsSpotsSensualDryElegantSculptureInclinationUmpiresCultivationBeautiful Soul
Book:The Portable Emerson: New Edition
Create image

“We need the conflagration of Love to change the world, we need the fire of love to illuminate the society. The cold, insipid and complicated codes don't change anything, don't transform anything. All the best social projects and the best political principles are useless if they are not written with the fire of Love. The real revolution is the result of transformation, only the storms of Love can transform the individual and the society.”

IfsWorldNeedsRealPoliticalIndividualSocialResultsPrinciplesFireWrittenRevolutionColdProjectsTransformationComplicatedStormUselessCodeChanging The WorldDon't ChangeAll The BestInsipidFire Of LoveBest Political
Author:Samael Aun Weor
Create image

“Sometimes I pick up the phone, listen to cold caller alias name, repeat it several times in an incredulous tone and then - bam! - pretend to recognise them. I ask them if they remember the hell of a time we had at the 1985 summer camp when we set fire to the wooden shed, and I keep making things up and go on and on until they end up terminating the call.”

IfsEndsSometimesRememberAsksNamesHellFireGoes OnColdSummerPicksPhonesToneRepeatsCampsShedRecogniseSummer CampAliases
Author:Sean O'Grady
Create image

“We can preach the Gospel all day long, but that won't win souls. That won't win the hearts of the people. We can talk, try to theorize, theologize, reason, argue, debate, and spend time trying to prove that Jesus lived, but that won't win a heart. How often do we see the religious mindset that believes that the more Scripture quoting, the more yelling, the more hell fire and brimstone preaching, the greater the chance to win someone over for the Kingdom? Likewise, how often do we see people sitting or standing there listening in stone-cold silence or indifference?”

PeopleTryingBelieveHeartLongSoulReasonJesusWinningReligiousChanceSilenceHellFireGreaterListeningColdProveSittingStandingStonesMindsetArguingDebateScriptureKingdomsIndifferencePreachingEnd TimesSpend TimeYellingStanding ThereQuotingHell FireStone Cold
Book:Kingdom Rising: Making the Kingdom Real in Your Life
Create image

“Chemistry comes about through the transformation of earth, air, fire and water. All chemistry is just movement within those things, and so we experience the joys and the sorrows of hot and cold, and dry and moist, because of these chemical transformations. In a similar way, we create and experience a world of time, space, motion and energy, through our intuitions, our thoughts, our sensing and our feeling.”

WorldWayFeelingsEarthJoyEnergyWaterSpaceFireAirMovementColdSorrowTransformationHotIntuitionDryChemistryChemicalsOur ThoughtsSensingHot And Cold
Author:Fred Alan Wolf
Create image

“The concept of karma is a beautiful concept in Sanskrit. The whole idea of karma is that every being has an innate tendency - the karma of ice is to be cold, the karma of fire is to burn, the karma of the trees is to grow and bear fruit. In the same way, a human has a certain thrust. What I've realized is that my thrust is to be in the world, like in the world of business.”

WorldWayHumansIdeasWholeBeautifulCertainGrowsFireTreeColdBearsConceptsFruitKarmaTendenciesIceInnateThrustSanskrit
Author:Karan Bajaj
Create image

“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.”

IfsHeartEndsDreamLastsDesireLeftWaitingBehindsWonderWatchesFireFateAirWindColdSummerEmptyWinterCloudsDustBranchesCrownsLeafsLeft BehindTremblingRustEmpty HeartCold AirEnd Is NearCruel Fate
Author:Alexander Pushkin
Create image

“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.”

MenKindSaidMatterSpiritFallFeltEasySecretGoneFireColdMessagesWindowGarbageMessyGrimGeeseSnowdenPimplesYossarianRipenessCatch 22 Important
Book:Catch-22: A Novel
Create image

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”

HomeHandsFireColdComfortWinterSnowWeatherFriendlyWarmthJanuaryGood FoodCold WeatherWintertimeWinter DaysWinter SnowSolsticeWinter ColdWinter TimeWinter Is ComingCold DaysFunny WinterWinter MonthsFirst SnowFall And WinterWinter HolidayWinter LoveWinter SolsticeCute WinterComfort Of HomeWinter WeatherNice Weather
Book:Taken Care Of: An Autobiography
Create image

“Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.”

KnowsHeartMayStillsEndsGoneFireColdSorryButtonsI'm SorryCoatsJuneNoonThursdayCorduroyHailey
Book:Mark Z. Danielewski's House of leaves
Create image

“You have grudged the very fire in your house because the wood cost overmuch!" he cried. "You have grudged life. To live cost overmuch, and you have refused to pay the price. Your life has been like a cabin where the fire is out and there are no blankets on the floor." He signaled to a slave to fill his glass, which he held aloft. "But I have lived. And I have been warm with life as you have never been warm. It is true, you shall live long. But the longest nights are the cold nights when a man shivers and lies awake. My nights have been short, but I have slept warm”

MenLongHas BeensLyingNightHousePayFireColdCostSlaveGlassesWoodsWarmAwakeCriedBlanketPay The PriceShiverTrue YouCabinsCold Night
Book:Jack London: The Complete Novels [Classics Authors Vol: 6] (Black Horse Classics)
Create image

“What's this?" Nick said. "Bedtime?" No one answered him. I kept my eyes closed. You look positively content, Clayton," Nick continued, thumping down on the floor. "That wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Elena is cuddled up with you, is it?" It's cold in here," I murmured. Doesn't feel cold." It's cold," Clay growled. I could start a fire." I could start one too," Clay said. "With your clothes. Before you get them off.”

FeelsLooksSaidFactsEyeFireColdClothesClayPositivelyBedtime
Book:Werewolves: Book One: Bitten, Stolen and Beginnings
Create image

“Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.”

YearsMadeHandsLightFallThreeFeltBreakFireChangedColdQuietBreathsMovedFingersCirclesBitterGentleThree YearsLeafsIntricateSpunHollownessBitter Cold
Author:Patrick Rothfuss
Create image

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”

FeelsFirstsWellsStillsFormHateSleepFireSeriousColdSickChaosHeavyVanitySmokeWakingUnrequited LoveFeathersSeemingUnrequitedNo LoveJulietLightnessRomeo And Juliet PlayOxymoronRomeo JulietRomeo And Juliet JulietHated Love
Book:Romeo and Juliet
Create image