The definition of a relationship is like a shower. You walk in when it is cold, and comes out when it is too hot.

He’s computerized, but I won’t let him come on cold. I created KITT. I understand the personality of the car.

Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea.Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink.Is the glass part full or part empty?Take another sip.And now?

I crack jokes and play games and that’s really more my nature than being cold.

I love letting her know how much she means to me. A love in secret is but a shadow that’s cold and lonely.

Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.

Rather, that rigidity had simply been given sporadic spots of wrath, coupled with the sprinkling of secrets, and placed in a cold corner to slowly stew and starve––leaving it no choice but to eventually break...

We both disliked rude rickshwalas, shepu bhaji in any form, group photographs at weddings, lizards, tea that has gone cold, the habit of taking newspaper to the toilet, kissing a boy who’d just smoked a...

When I got the paperwork for Superstars, and I saw they asked what size swimsuit I wear, I had a hot flash, nearly broke into cold sweats and hired a trainer immediately.

In winter this town is freezing. You step out your door in the morning and the whole place looks like one of those nature specials in which a guy brings a camcorder to the North...

It was a cold night, so I got a fire going. I lit a scented candle.

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.

The season was waning fastOur nights were growing cold at lastI took her to bed with silk and song,’Lay still, my love, I won’t be long;I must prepare my body for passion.”O, your body you...

I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind...

It’s true. I’ve seen it when the crescent moon shone bright on a cold, dark night. The darker the night, the brighter God’s smile.

Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other’s arms.

…his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking

I could feel something cold stalking my heart. It was fear. They all begin this way, I thought, with pledges of love.

So when you’re coldFrom the inside outAnd don’t know what to do,Remember love and friendship, And warmth will come to you.

(…) a man encased in ice, his eyes hard and his voice like a frosty exhale.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

If you add your hot passion to the cold attitude of another person, it becomes lukewarm. Don’t stand on the toes of dwarfs; stand on the shoulders of giants!

Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the incomprehensible beauty, the snow freezes greenery which struggles to breathe. Green...

Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.”We shut up, which I find hysterically funny.

I felt the kind of peace you feel when you come in from a hot afternoon and pour cold water over your feet.

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

I fall asleepCall it deep while all is well be-Cause my life seems like a freestyle mean-While asleep on the couch I dream it’s a written piece and nowThe symphony’s soundingShouting out to these feet...

Boxing gloves/oven mitts could be used to fight fires. My uppercut can knock you out cold, like melting ice. Sip it slowly.

Seasons of the heart. To get through what I must I’m often encased in ice and for months he chips away until he can see my face and after a while, I begin to thaw....

I don’t know is she loves me anymore, or if she hates me, or if she just don’t care one way or the other, she ain’t showing a thing to me since. Sooth, friendly, nothing....

Wanderess, Wanderess, weave us a story of seduction and ruse. Heroic be the Wanderess, the world be her muse.’…I jot this phrase of invocation in my old leather-bound notebook on a bright, cold morning at...

… If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes...

I started feeling this little lump in my throat, like you would feel if you have swollen glands or something like that, like you’d feel if you have a cold, so I didn’t really think...

Her screams spiraled up into the night air

Nothing burns like the cold.

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

Why are you crying?” shivered the otter. “Because I am cold!” shouted the gnome. “Then why are you shouting?” chattered the otter. “Because,” yelled the gnome, “when I shout it gets part of the cold...

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.

Outside the window, there slides past that unimaginable and deserted vastness where night is coming on, the sun declining in ghastly blood-streaked splendour like a public execution across, it would seem, half a continent, where...

…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.

I don’t like cold people at all. It makes me feel really insecure.

The most compelling narrative, expressed in sentences with which I have no chemical reaction, or an adverse one, leaves me cold.

Let it rain on some days,Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it’s Spring you’ll know why it was all worth going through.

One cold November, I resolved to kill the staircase spawn… (“Staircase Man” by Diane Doniol-Valcroze & Arthur K. Flam)

You know it’s a real salvation when Baptists use cold water.

Why do firemen wear jackets? I wouldn’t think they’d get cold running around in burning buildings.

I think of myself more as a workhorse actor. It will be hot and cold and up and down, but no one will kick me out of the business.

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...