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“This because it is never really very cold in England. It is drizzly, and the wind will blow; hail happens, and there is a breed of Tuesday in January in which time creeps and no light comes and the air is full of water and nobody really loves anybody, but still a decent jumper and a waxen jacket lined with wool is sufficient for every weather England's got to give.”

Giving Stills Light Happens Water Air Wind Cold England Blow Weather Sufficient Decent Jackets Creeps January Hail Tuesday Wool Jumpers

Book:On Beauty

Source: On Beauty

“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

“Maybe there's a God above, As for me, all I've ever seemed to learn from love Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight, It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light No it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.”

Light Love Is Cold Laughter Lonely Claims Yeah Tonight Complaints Hallelujah

Author:Leonard Cohen

“There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.”

World Light Remember Dies Lost Sun Sea Sky Dying Cold Warmth Reborn

Book:Shiver

Source: Shiver

“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.”

World Writing Bigs Light Lasts White Behinds Sun Cold Late Window Pops Setting Snow Settings Hills Colour Seats Where You Are Yellow Afternoon Towers Violet Corn Flakes Late Afternoon

Author:Jean Webster

“I wanted you to watch, so I stomped around the room to wake you before I got in the shower. Didn't you wonder why the light was on? It wasn't for me, I can see in the dark. And then I kept the water cold so the glass wouldn't fog.”

I Can Light Wanted Water Dark Rooms Wonder Watches Cold Glasses Showers Fog Wakes You

Author:Jeaniene Frost

“Love gives life to the lifeless. Love lights a flame in the heart that is cold. Love brings hope to the hopeless and gladdens the hearts of the sorrowful. In the world of existence there is indeed no greater power than the power of love”

World Giving Heart Light Existence Greater Cold Flames Hopeless Power Of Love Lifeless Sorrowful Greater Power

Author:Abdu'l-Bahá

“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”

Two Light Social Rooms Rocks Dog Cold Conversation Stones Stranger Killers Heels Elegance Slides Hearted High Heels Light Hearted Stone Cold

Book:Dawn of the Dumb

Source: Dawn of the Dumb

“Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark.... In any library in the world, I am at home, unselfconscious, still and absorbed. ~Germaine Greer”

World Stills Home Light Order Energy Dark Grace Cold Library Calm Warm Wit Lakes Reminders Librarian Continuity Reservoirs Libraries And Librarians

Author:Andrew Carnegie

“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.”

Years Made Hands Light Fall Three Felt Break Fire Changed Cold Quiet Breaths Moved Fingers Circles Bitter Gentle Three Years Leafs Intricate Spun Hollowness Bitter Cold

Author:Patrick Rothfuss

“A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline again, but in texture and mood, in tone and meaning, warped by a thousand factors of season, of heat or cold, of still or multi winds, torqued by odors, tastes, and the fabrics of ice or grass, of bud or leaf or black-drawn naked limbs. And as a day changes so do its subjects, bugs and birds, cates, dogs, butterflies and people.”

Source: The Winter of our Discontent

“Some like them hot,some like them cold. Some like them when they're not to darn old Some like them fat,some like them lean. Some like them only at sweet sixteen. Some like them dark,some like them light. Some like them in the park,late at night. Some like them fickle,some like them true, But the time I like them is when they're like you”

Light Night Dark Sweet Like You Cold Late Hot Fats Parks Sixteen Fickle

Book:Ring Lardner: Stories & Other Writings

Source: Ring Lardner: Stories & Other Writings

“Days to come stand in front of us like a row of lighted candles— golden, warm, and vivid candles. Days gone by fall behind us, a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles; the nearest are smoking still, cold, melted, and bent. I don’t want to look at them: their shape saddens me, and it saddens me to remember their original light. I look ahead at my lighted candles. I don’t want to turn for fear of seeing, terrified, how quickly that dark line gets longer, how quickly the snuffed-out candles proliferate.”

“Love isn't a burst o' trumpets and a flock o' doves descendin' out o' the heavens to roost on yer heads. Tis sharin' a cup o' tea by the hearth on a cold winter's night. 'Tis the look in yer husband's eyes when ye lay yer first child in his arms. Tis the ache in yer heart when ye watch the light in his eyes dim fer the last time, and know a part o' ye has gone out o' this world with him.”

Source: Charming the Prince

“Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.”

Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons

“I made it," you said, gruffly, "for you." You shoved it onto my finger. It was roughly carved, shaped from a lump of something colourful and cold...a ring made entirely from a gemstone. It was beautiful. It glinted emerald greens and blood reds over my skin, and had tiny flecks of gold catching the light. I couldn't stop staring at it. "Why?" I asked. You didn't answer that. Instead you touched the ring gently and looked piercingly at me, unsaid questions in your eyes.”

Made Said Light Eye Beautiful Answers Blood Cold Gold Skins Fingers Tiny Rings Made It Staring Touched Catching Lumps Unsaid Emeralds Colourful

Author:Lucy Christopher

“I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.”

Heart Stories Light Moving Hate Dies Waiting Fire Blood Love You Keys Cold My Heart I Hate Calm Stealing Rays Hate You I Hate You Loving You January Waiting For You I Love You Because

Author:Pablo Neruda