You think CERN is so critical to the earth’s future that we should be immune from moral responsibility?

All the things I used to like – cookies, ice cream, gumbo – I don’t like anymore.

A damn independent boy; independent as a hog on ice.

But germs are the most common snowflake starters and lie at the heart of 85 percent of all flakes.2So next time you gaze at a lovely snowstorm, inform your favorite germophobe or hypochondriac that living...

Winter and spring blended together this year like ice in water, and I was left thirsting for love. I’d better lay off the saltine crackers.

Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day.But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away.When you don’t...

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...

So much ice.She thumbed a drying tear away.How much water can the weight of ice carry?

I’m not one of those pop guys. That’s for wimps like Vanilla Ice.

I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arctic region – very foreign, exotic, clearly a place you’ve never dreamed of going.

Her albino hair illuminated my dreams, shining brighter than moonlight.

I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son...

When you’re on the ice, you have very little time, you see very little, and everything happens really quick.

Some of these guys… I’ve worked with Ice Cube, I think he’s an immensely talented rapper and actor.

She had never known that ice could take on so many shades of blue: sharp lines of indigo like the deepest sea, aquamarine shadows, even the glint of blue-green where the sun struck just so.

Sea ice conditions have remained stable in Antarctica generally.

You breathed.

Something in her demanded victimization and terror, so she corrupted my dreams, led me into dark places I had no wish to explore. It was no longer clear to me which of us was the...

I’ll put some ice in your coffee, to cover up the fact that it was already cold and old. I do this because my love for you is slightly warmer and newer.

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

Spoon the sauce over the ice cream. It will harden. This is what you have been working for.

If I offer you a glass of water, and bring back a cup of ice, I’m trying to teach you patience. And also that sometimes you get ice with no water, and later you’ll get...

Fear melts like ice when we allow love’s divine light to shine upon our ignorance.

She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent, the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.

A swimming pool full of coffee would be great to jump in first thing in the morning. After all, people often call me the Molly Brown of the Brown-water Bathtub. Also, I hate ice in...

In January in Northern Russia, everything vanishes beneath a deep blanket of whiteness. Rivers, fields, trees, roads, and houses disappear, and the landscape becomes a white sea of mounds and hollows. On days when the...

Now just the thought of eating ice cream puts pounds on me.

Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed...

I don’t like ice in my whiskey. I like bullets. Why? Because for every ice cube I don’t use, an Eskimo gets to keep one square inch of his igloo. So I’m saving twice the...

I’m sorry, Mamma,” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one,...

As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of the world.

He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

Love you always, miss you always… running day and night, leaving the place of sun and moon, of ice and snow.Never look back, never forget.

As the ice melted, we fell in love—slowly. I just wish the ice were in two glasses of vodka, and not surrounding our bodies.

After I win a match, I celebrate it by having an ice cream.

My ideas were confused. In a peculiar way, the unreality of the outer world appeared to be an extension of my own disturbed state of mind.

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

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.Not that year.Winter hung in there, like an invalid...

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in...

Fire and IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say ice.From what I’ve tasted of desire,I hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough to hate.To...

I had never before met anyone who owned a telephone and believed in dragons.

Love is like water, except it’s either fog or ice. I make love like a steamy 32 degrees.

Every time you go out on the ice, there are slight flaws. You can always think of something you should have done better. These are the things you must work on.

…that icy glass reduces your beauty – dims your fire – let me be your mirror…

The only drink I like ice in is water, because you can’t water down water. I’m like that with love, too. Don’t you dare add any ice to the hot liquid loving I’m trying to...

I hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo know that for destruction iceIs also great

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...

I love you the way ice melts in vodka—slowly, seamlessly, and invisibly. It’s a feel-good feeling whether you see it or not.