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.

One of the last episodes was all about a flood. We were working in the rain till all hours, and it was muddy and it was cold and it was damp, and it was hours...

I feel drawn to experiment with ways that technology can interact with notions of intimacy, because so much of technology is done in a way that’s very cold and has such an opposite effect.

WRAP ME UPI shiver.He pulls away.”Are you cold?” he asks.”A little.Plus… you know.””What?””Um… your kisses?”He laughs,pulls me downonto the blanketand wraps his armsand legs around me.Perfect.My kind of blanket.

The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods...

Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.

People are like water: Many rush pass you, as some will over-flood. Some will drown you, or force you to go their current ways. Some will be cold or hot-tempered, but try to say with...

I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.

Turn the fan off when I’m talking. It not only makes my words colder, but it distorts and dilutes what I’m saying.

I need to go to the grocery store because I’ve got nothing in my fridge but an old t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a sweater (after all, it does get cold in the fridge).

Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.

You are not one of Pentrigrel’s creations. This is not where you belong. He will not keep his word to you. He is concerned only with himself. You cannot condemn yourself to this over Lunette’s...

Evil isn’t born…Neither is purity. Because even as newborns, there is something wrong inside of all of us bound to spring up and activate itself within us.

My bedroom is a fridge with a window, because I can’t sleep unless it’s cold. I cuddle like warm meatloaf, but hardly ever with warm meatloaf.

I’ve felt alone, cold, and clothed in shame for too long. Let the sunlight be my blanket, wardrobe, and toilet paper.

The first day I arrived, they told me to go home and get rid of that cold.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

The Cold War is over. The kind of authority that the presidents asserted during the Cold War has now been diminished.

In the euphoria after the Cold War, there was a misplaced notion that the UN could solve every problem anywhere.

I’d row a gondola like a column is not a row. My coffee may be cold, but my love is warm. When are you going to wake up and drink it?

The day I arrived in Yakutsk with my colleague Peter Osnos of The Washington Post, it was 46 below. When our plane landed, the door was frozen solidly shut, and it took about half an...

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear

The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.

It was so difficult to dress appropriately when the seasons changed – the British weather was the nothing if not erratic. Spring was the worst – freezing in Brighton this morning and then practically tropical...

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!