You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat.

Dream of the Tundra SwanDusk felland the cold came creeping,cam prickling into our hearts.As we tucked beaksinto feathers and settled for sleep,our wings knew.That night, we dreamed the journey:ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight,the...

When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.

We experience a discomfort that may be foreign to others, but that pain opens up a world of beauty. Wouldn’t you think?

My hair isn’t as white as snow, because it’s not old enough—or cold enough.

I like to do a face steam, so, heat up a flannel, press it onto your face and then press a cold one on afterwards to close the pores. It’s inexpensive!

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...

I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody else.I learned how to be cold and numb.

Others, I am not the first,Have willed more mischief than they durst:If in the breathless night I tooShiver now, ’tis nothing new.More than I, if truth were told,Have stood and sweated hot and cold,And through...

It’s too cold outside for angels to fly.

The summer temperature outside was 45 degrees, so I turned 45 degrees and went right back inside. It was so cold outside because that’s where all her love for me was.

I was raised in Duluth, Minnesota, where you never say that you’re cold, or that you’re suffering, and you listen politely to people, even if you disagree with them completely. Then you say passive-aggressive things...

Wearing: shorts + a jersey = a visual oxymoron.

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

To declare the Cold War over, and declare democracy has won out over totalitarianism, is a measure of arrogance and wrong-headedness.

I love firm hugs. Statues are so affectionate. Well, at least compared to my ex wife.

The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia the late autumn was a lover, still, but a dangerous one.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

World War II, the atomic bomb, the Cold War, made it hard for Americans to continue their optimism.

Gripped with bitter cold, ice-locked, Petersburg burned in delirium. One knew: out there, invisible behind the curtain of fog, the red and yellow columns, spires, and hoary gates and fences crept on tiptoe, creaking and...

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear.

If instead of a handshake you hold out a fist for a fist bump, I’ll wrap my hand around your fist like it was a circular shower handle, and toggle between hot and cold a...

Alas! he is cold, he cannot answer me.

You may have the dark and cold street life, ruled by the lessor light of the moon. During this time I restore my temple, and later awake to greet the awesome radiance of the sun-star.

June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter’s cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.

We made love like two Inuits make love like two popsicles, and then we went back to our cold lives. That was the best summer of my night.

The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against...

Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I’m not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in...

On a world where a common table implement is a little device with which you crack the ice that has formed on your drinnk between drafts, hot beer is a thing you come to appreciate.

I started out as a Cold Warrior, even my last years in grade school.

I’ll stand by you. And by stand I mean cower in your shadow. It’s probably cold there, so I’m going to knit myself a warm cat sweater to wear.

I endured all our hardships as if they had been luxuries: I made light of scurvy, banqueted off train-oil, and met that cold for which there is no language framed, and which might be a...

The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea. I always chose the sea.

The cold is a lonely person’s way to feel alone and death.

For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.

Words are dead, until action brings them life.

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell...

I’m drinking your reply. Maybe isn’t too hot or cold, so I’m chugging it.

Winter is a season we all wish to start and end soon.

Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too...

I wear sunglasses because of the glare of the spotlights. I wear gloves because it is very cold in the U.K.

I am glad that it is old and big. I myself am of an old family, and to live in a new house would kill me. A house cannot be made habitable in a day;...

Your doubts do nothing than pouring cold water on your enviable dreams. Just keep doubts away from you and you will not dilute your success story!

No human metal had gone into the forging of that blade. It was alive with moonlight, translucent, a shard of crystal so thin that it seemed to almost vanish when seen edge on. There was...

The U.N. bureaucracy has grown to elephantine proportions. Now that the Cold War is over, we are asking that elephant to do gymnastics.

Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel’s every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke. The glazed snow crackled underfoot...

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul’s warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had...