Cold Quotes - Page 6

Nothing got inside the head without becoming pictures.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.

Justice, like vengeance, is not good eaten cold.

Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

If one comes across sometimes as being cold or brusque, it's simply because I'm striving for the best.

Hunger, thirst, cold, fatigue, your own physical and mental limitations - you will feel all of these. This teaches you about nature, more than that, you come face to face with yourself

Cold prayers shall never have any warm answers.

It’s so difficult to describe [depression] to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling — that really hollowed-out feeling.

The moon carries the masks of meningitis into bedrooms, fills the wombs of pregnant women with cold water and, as soon as I'm not careful, throws handfuls of grass on my shoulders.

Thinking: this journey will be the axle of my life.

When you're cold, don't expect sympathy from someone who's warm.

Condemnation by category is the lowest form of hatred, for it is cold-hearted and abstract, lacking even the courage of a personal hatred.

You know, once something freezes, it's solid. That's the key to the arctic - they didn't fear the cold, they made use of it.

The oboe sounds like a clarinet with a cold.

When I am really angry, I clam up, go cold.

As millions of women have done before me, I pulled domesticity over my head like a blanket and found I was still cold.

To how many blockheads of my time has a cold and taciturn demeanor procured the credit of prudence and capacity!

Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we'd all have frozen to death!

I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!

Cold sober, I find myself absolutely fascinating.

A wall is a hell of a lot better than a war.

Like all harsh, cold men, he was easily tipped over into sentiment.

Tea! The panacea for everything from weariness to a cold to a murder Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

Cold calculation, random spots of color, mathematically exact construction (clearly shown or concealed), drawing that is now silent and now strident . . . . Is this not form?