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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

The heart can get really cold if all you’ve known is winter.

He was cold and ugly, so I lent him my invisible cloak. He was grateful and said if I was ever in the area again, I should try to find him.

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly...

A simple leather jacket… has gotten me through cocktail parties in New York and cold nights in Afghanistan.

And instead of dying Immediately after they shot him, he would go on to survive several days solely because of the cold that January. Maybe that’s why we are drawn to those who posses the...

Men do not become tyrants in order that they may not suffer cold.

Kakimi chertyami oni viigrali holodnuyu voinu?”This translates roughly to: “How the hell did these people win the Cold War?

A cold heart is my protection mechanism. I don’t really feel anything for anyone.

I’ve never seen a truly great fighter get knocked onto the ropes unconscious… knocked out cold before… and I saw Roy Jones get knocked out twice in a row.

I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds....

I think that I am too warm to negatively judge individuals, yet I am cold enough to negatively judge humanity.

Dragons breathe fire, but what if fire breathed dragons? I make love like that—instead of it being hot, it’s cold and scaly.

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one’s...

He was falling between glacial walls, he didn’t know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark...

There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.

As far as her mom was concerned, tea fixed everything. Have a cold? Have some tea. Broken bones? There’s a tea for that too. Somewhere in her mother’s pantry, Laurel suspected, was a box of...

… on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she’d cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile...

Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don’t have the strength to fight it.

Living things don’t all requirelight in the same degree. Some of usmake our own light: a silver leaflike a path no one can use, a shallowlake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.But...

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets… Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of...

There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she’ll come to realize it.

So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.

If you have a dream as a child, but you let it go cold, you will grow old only to realize that you have sold your gold for no royalty!

it’s colder than a witch’s tit in a steel bra

The heart becomes warmer when the mild heat of love is coming from two persons. one is in eternal cold and desolation without feeling the friction of love.

Although it was only six o’clock, the night was already dark. The fog, made thicker by its proximity to the Seine, blurred every detail with its ragged veils, punctured at various distances by the reddish...

Never Forget Who You Are Beacause Its Like Forgetingg Water Is Wet,The Sun Is Bright,Snow Is Cold.Its Rudunent.

Sometime I wonder why I walk alone on this cold, windy road. Maybe I have no one to love or no one love me at all?

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

pain is like the cold. do not give it your attention. but unlike the cold do not deny being in pain

I was happy in the dream; but when I woke up it was with a feeling that I was falling apart, that I was cracking up from the inside and slowly falling to pieces. My...

I’d rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI’d rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure

I’ll always identify as a Chicagoan; if it wasn’t so cold, I’d be there forever.