779 Quotes About Cold

...the cold got into your bones, and no matter how many logs you threw on the fire, you never felt truly warm.

What did she want to tell me that was so tremendous it had drawn tears from her, a woman made of marble?

December is a bewitching month.The grey of cold teasesto explode into something worthwhile,into a dream of cold, a starlight shower you can taste,a cold that does not chill.I've lost my memory of my first snow--did I gasp at a field of white?Or scream at the freezeuntill my cheeks reddened?The crunch underfoot is satisfying and the thrill of virgin snownear leaves.

Foggier yet, and colder! Piercing, searching, biting cold.

The cold embrace of the winter god is not for mortal maidens.

My flesh and blood...when it rises against me, is not my flesh and blood. I discard it.

It was a cold November day and she had dressed herself up in layers of cardigans and covered the whole lot with her old tweed coat, the one she might have used for feeding the chickens in.

She had every intention of maintaining her punctilious civility, and might have done so had he not said, as he took his seat beside her in the carriage he had hired for the evening: ‘I wish I had ordered a hot brick to be provided.’ ‘Thank you, but there was not the least need to do so: I don’t feel at all cold.’ ‘I daresay icebergs don’t feel cold either, but I do!

I am growing cold again.Dark and hollow.Refusing to wrap myselfin a blanket of love.