Br Cold Quotes

#1. Well you know
that I'm cold
black on constellations gold
and you know
that your soul's
black top under lacing
won't let it go

Pierce The Veil

#2. Just before I look under my bed, I always get a little cold feeling, as if part of me expects to find something staring back at me.
I've probably seen too many Hollywood movies to have any hopes of ever cultivating a healthy relationship with the underside of my bed.

Graham Parke

#3. Don't you dare send me away, you c-coward. Who else would love my freckles? Who
else would care that my feet were cold? Who else would ravish me in the billiards
room?

Lisa Kleypas

#4. The long lonely cry of a suffering boy he could not help chilled Magnus through to the bone, like cold water seeping through to find a grave. Sometimes he thought they were all forsaken, every soul on this earth.

Even the Nephilim.

Cassandra Clare

#5. This is Communism's view of war. War is necessary. War is an instrument for achieving a goal.

But unfortunately for Communism, this policy ran up against the American atomic bomb in 1945. Then the Communists changed their tactics and suddenly became advocates of peace at any cost.

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

#6. No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn,
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm.

Mark Knopfler

#7. Here," he said,holding out a dark mink coat. "Thought you might be cold."
"Where did you-"
"I yoinked it off a broad coming home from the market back there.Don't worry,she had enough natural padding already."
"Bill!"
"Hey,you needed it!" He shrugged. "Wear it in good health.

Lauren Kate

#8. That which in mean men we entitle patience
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

William Shakespeare

#9. Wish not for treasure you can hold,
No gleaming jewels, bright and cold,
For finer still than pearl or gold,
The treasure of a tale well told ...

Brian Holguin

#10. I've no time
To dally hassel
In your heart's house,
It's too gray
I'm too cold-
I wanta go to Golden,
That's my home.

Jack Kerouac

#11. Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare
Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;
Prepare your arms for glorious victory;
Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!
Prepare, prepare!

William Blake

#12. He opened his mouth and let it loose, the blast of cold air freezing the Dark Ones instantaneously. Kiril saw himself in the mirror and the curls of cold air seeping from the corners of his mouth through his parted lips.
Damn, but is was good to be a Dragon King.

Donna Grant

#13. His hope was cold. Poisonous. Eclipsing. And he
fed it anyway, the way someone feeds something out of habit simply because there is nothing else in their life worth growing.

Roshani Chokshi

#14. The cold goblin spring of the crocuses was past.
The frail and chilly fairy spring of the daffodils was past.
The springtime for mankind had arrived, and the blooms of the lilac bowers outside Redwine's church hung flatly, heavy as Concord grapes.

Kurt Vonnegut

#15. It wasn't that cold
she'd thought to let the embers do for the night
but she felt the sudden need for the comfort of a fire, the assurance of its light.

Terry Goodkind

#16. Your cold, inflexible heart makes me burn to be inside you."
"Charmer.

G.A. Aiken

#17. The way to get rid of darkness is with light; the way to overcome cold is with heat; the way to overcome the negative thought is to substitute the good thought. Affirm the good, and the bad will vanish.
- The power of your subconcious mind

Joseph Murphy

#18. Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I
Where oceans bleed into the sky..

Linkin Park

#19. This
is the abstract, this
is the cold doing, this
is the almost impossible

Charles Olson

#20. Dizzy love turned a star lily pink,
And hung above our lids too flushed to blink,
But icy blue froze the fairytale cold,
Though I treasured you and you sparkled with someone to hold.

Owl City

#21. - Do you know what we mean by Cold War?
- War don't have no temperature.

Marlon James

#22. For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of cold and dry
To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume
The balm of life.

John Milton

#23. But think of me fondly right till the end. Think of me always as your brother's friend. Think of me whenever you see an Amrood tree. Think of me on cold winter nights.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari')

Kunal Sen

#24. There was a young man of Quebec
Who was frozen in snow to his neck,
When asked, 'Are you Friz?'
He replied, 'Yes I is,
But we don't call this cold in Quebec.'

Rudyard Kipling

#25. But what would interest you about the brook,
It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.

Robert Frost

#26. I hate the bigotry you believe in. But I'll try not to hate you."
"Why?" he asked. His voice was cold, as she remembered it.
"Hate eats the hater," she quoted from a familiar text of the Telling.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#27. Their heart grew cold
they let their wings down

Sappho

#28. But nothing else escapes all-ruinous time.
Earth's might decays, the might of men decays,
Honor grows cold, dishonor flourishes,
There is no constancy 'twixt friend and friend,
Or city and city; be it soon or late,
Sweet turns to bitter, hate once more to love.

Sophocles

#29. Boy," said Druss, his eyes cold, "think well about this venture. For make no mistake, you cannot
stand before me and live. No man ever has." The words were spoken softly, yet no one disbelieved the
old man.

David Gemmell

#30. That whatever a man says, promises, or resolves in passion he must stick to later on when he is cold and sober
this demand is among the heaviest burdens that weigh on humankind.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#31. The dark has teeth and it will bite,
It feasts begins on Sorry Night.
When cold and fear are intertwined,
They'll chew up your heart and feed on your mind.
Where have the souls gone? What do they see?
The gateway to Hell's eternity.

Simon Holt

#32. Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.
Marianne Dashwood

Jane Austen

#33. Thwart," I said. "To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person."
"I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition." Sarissa said.
"It is today.

Jim Butcher

#34. My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Edmund Spenser

#35. Mystery, why so attractive to me?
You blind me with fear, place hope on my tongue, and with a cold kiss draw me forward. Wary and trembling, I follow.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#36. I wonder what freezes
the flurry of hurt on her cold-
flushed cheeks, if his touch is
a salve or the shattering.

Beth Morey

#37. Bet you didn't see that coming," she murmured.
"I didn't, no. If I'd realized rapping your head would turn you into an insatiable sexual maniac who'd use me so brutally, I'd have cold-cocked you long before this.

J.D. Robb

#38. Mature art, I think, emerges when there's a certain balance
of tensions, when there's neither neurotic prostration nor
cold rationality, but an aura of energy and a drive to grasp
personal "truths" still emerging into perception.
To grasp and to shape them.

Earle Birney

#39. I survived
A dreadful accident
In the car crash of the century
My shattered hopes
Collapsed on cold cement
But in the back of the ambulance
I'd never felt so content.

Owl City

#40. I need you to do something for me."
He snorted. "You mean other than deserting the army, scaling mountains, and freezing my ass off on the cold ground every night?"
"Yes.

Leigh Bardugo

#41. God, she'd never even been able to imagine this much cold before.
How could people live someplace that so obviously didn't want them? All that romance about snow and seasons ... You shouldn't have to make a special effort not to die every time you left your house.

Rainbow Rowell

#42. I'd had a key to the marina's locks at one time, but I'd lost track of it when I got shot, drowned, died, got revived into a coma, haunted my friends for a while, and then woke up in Mab's bed.
(My life. Hell's bells.)

Jim Butcher

#43. Love is a cliff,
A clear, cold curve of stone, mottled by stars,
Smirched by the morning, carved by the dark sea
Till stars and dawn and waves can slash no more,
Till the rock's heart is found and shaped again.

James Wright

#44. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect
My love should kindle to inflamed respect.

William Shakespeare

#45. Her voice is thin and her moan is high,
And her cackling laugh or her barking cold
Bring terror to the young and old.
O Molly, Molly, Molly Means
Lean is the ghost of Molly Means.

Margaret Walker

#46. I think I kind of like the idea of you all cold and wet."
"Oh right, I'll be at my best; no visible balls, and a dick that looks like a Chiclet ... "
"I can fix that," laughed Connor.

Z.A. Maxfield

#47. 'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?'
I don't suppose the water's changed at all.
You and I know enough to know it's warm
Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm.
But all the fun's in how you say a thing.

Robert Frost

#48. You scared of your old lady, Ripper?" ...
"Fuck you," he shot back. "I ain't scared of shit except havin' nowhere to put my dick when it gets cold and sad and wants a motherfuckin' hug.

Madeline Sheehan

#49. Still earth shall only earth remain,
Let luck its course unfold,
And I in my own kingdom reign
Immutable and cold.

Mihai Eminescu

#50. And Derek was ... what?
A pair of dark eyes that hid more than they revealed and some broad shoulders and a mouth that could be cold and thin and then suddenly widen into a generous grin just when you thought such a thing was impossible.

Claire LaZebnik

#51. Being with him was like being alone underwater
everything was slow; nothing counted; I could not be harmed; I would feel dry and cold when I resurfaced.

Ben Marcus

#52. So when your hopes on fire,
But you know your desire,
Don't hold a glass over the flame,
Don't let your heart grow cold,
I will call you by name,
I will share your road.

Mumford & Sons

#53. Happiness can not be prescribed, postponed or preserved.

Relish its unpredictability. Cherish its exclusivity. Accept its brevity. But above all savour its delicious exquisiteness. Do not let it go cold!

Dimity Powell

#54. With cold hands he massaged her right foot, his fingertips digging into all the right places to make her groan.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"You can't imagine. You have until midnight to stop."
He chuckled. "Why midnight?"
"Because from then until daylight you can work on the other foot.

Carolyn Brown

#55. Perhaps. I can understand wanting to kill the competetion, but to do it so viciously ... I hope it's nota a pattern."
Dorian's blood went a bit cold. "You think they'll try to kill Celaena?"
"I added some extra guards around her rooms."
"To protect her, or to keep her in?

Sarah J. Maas

#56. Give me a minute,' I told her. I sat on the cold, clumpy ground. I turned my back on the smudgy sunrise so that I was facing west, facing you. I closed my eyes and I did something I've been thinking about: I sent you a message. A question. I hope you receive it.
Then I got up and we left.

Jerry Spinelli

#57. But fame is theirs - and future days
On pillar'd brass shall tell their praise;
Shall tell - when cold neglect is dead -
"These for their country fought and bled."

Philip Freneau

#58. A freezing cold underground river. A dark cave lit by ghosts. A man too stupid to realize you loved him. This is what you want?"
"All of it. Especially the very stupid man.

Molly Ringle

#59. He hesitated, looking at her. The old Ellie was gone. Replaced by a woman who was detached and cold.
He didn't know what to say, how to reach her. There was a wall around her, and he'd laid the foundation for her to build it.

Kathy Love

#60. Give me the raw materials; the black holes,
The cold floors and confusion of needles-as-thoughts
That make me feel myself,
Over any stupefying potions
That would turn me into someone else.

Frieda Hughes

#61. People will think we're having an affair," Kate said. She took a seat next to Bill on the cold slats of treated wood.
"That would be better than the truth.

Chris Pavone

#62. Because the birdsong might be pretty,
But it's not for you they sing,
And if you think my winter is too cold,
You don't deserve my spring.

Erin Hanson

#63. We are not killers," Gideon says firmly.
"In my experience everyone is a killer." Baz's eyes go cold. He leans back against the wall. "Or a victim. Some people just need a little coaxing to choose a side.

Paula Stokes

#64. I'm not sure what they mean by "revenge is a dish best served cold." But I do know this - nobody's ever satisfied with a single helping.

- Heman Lindon, McPherson, Kansas ( a character in Heels Over Head )

Clay G. Small

#65. But I don't count that as a kiss, Jacob. I think of it more as an assault."
"Ouch! That's cold.

Stephenie Meyer

#66. The instructor stared at me with cold, cut-me-no-slack determination, then got into a fighting stance, holding one hand out, beckoning me.
"I saw that movie too!"I said."It was like the coolest movie of all-"
He launched himself at me.
That was when his day really went downhill.

James Patterson

#67. I will die kissing your mad cold mouth,
embracing the lost bouquet of your body,
and searching for the light of your closed eyes

Pablo Neruda

#68. And then it gets so hot that they keep the supermarkets too cold. Hot, cold. Hot, cold. It gives me the runs.
Mr. Landowsky

Janet Evanovich

#69. The cold feel of the leather...
Peeking at the world from my other eye...
It was strangely exciting...

Sui Ishida

#70. How can it be men would put up with such an arrangement?'
'Why do some people demand it of women but not of men? It is just another way of doing things. As my father would have said, folk will have their customs according to their nature and their surroundings.

Kate Elliott

#71. That's a cold-blooded way to view the world," said Runajo.

"And the way of the Sisters isn't?"

"Blood is hot when you spill it," said Runajo, and Juliet laughed suddenly, her head tilting back.

Rosamund Hodge

#72. A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano's
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still ...

Robert Fanney

#73. Cold metal walks across my forehead,
spiders search for my heart.
It is a light that goes out in my mouth ...

Georg Trakl

#74. Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomond
To her three wee Grandaughters one cold night.

Karen Hawkins

#75. You're a cold bitch, Dallas."
"Yes, I am."
"Well, I suppose if I'd been murdered I'd want a cold bitch looking for my killer.

Nora Roberts

#76. In the abundance of water a fool is thirsty.
Rat Race, from the album Rastaman Vibration
When one door is closed, many more is open.
Coming in from the Cold, from the album Confrontation
It is better to live on the house top
than to live in a house full of confusion.

Bob Marley

#77. What we need is not the cold acceptance of the world as a compromise,
but some way in which we can heartily hate and heartily love it.
We do not want joy and anger to neutralize each other and produce a
surly contentment; we want a fiercer delight and a fiercer discontent

G.K. Chesterton

#78. FROZEN DREAM
I'll take the dream I had last night
And put it in my freezer,
So someday long and far away
When I'm an old grey geezer,
I'll take it out and thaw it out,
This lovely dream I've frozen,
And boil it up and sit me down
A dip my old cold toes in.

Shel Silverstein

#79. As we turn our backs on the cold night air, I realize that it's moments like this where true freedom lies.

Invisible but palpable, below a sky full of stars, our freedom lies in between a boy who sees a girl, and the girl that feels him.

Truly, deeply, freely.

A.J. Compton

#80. She said nothing, refusing to meet his gaze. After a long moment, he released her.
"So that's the way it is, then." His words were not a question. The door closed quietly behind him, leaving her cold to the bone, hollowed out and empty. Leaving her alone. Just like always.

Jessica Scott

#81. Roll the weed up
Somebody turn the beat up
While I continue to spit relax and kick yo feet up
Mac game so cold make yo nose runny
Mac game so cold takin' hoes money

Mac Dre

#82. Its aura distorts hard edges. Shimmering vortices of discoloration boil off, swirling, licking the
cold night air with bright spectral fire. Violence and death, this one's still hot.

Michael Allan Scott

#83. No, thank you. I prefer my liquor cold.'
'Right. Or in a pipe, I suppose.'
Phin's brow lifted. 'What a clumsy way to drink liquor. Are you sure you're not concussed?

Meredith Duran

#84. When the sun goes down, it is very cold and then I easily start crying because the winter moon pierces my heart

The Smile of Winter

Angela Carter

#85. The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and ...
"And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation.

Cassandra Clare

#86. You hope Raphael survives this?" Luke said."Come on- how many people has he killed?
Magnus turned cold eyes on him. "Who among us has bloodless hands? What did you do, Lucian Graymark, to gain yourself a pack- two packs- of werewolves?

Cassandra Clare

#87. Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked as a few moments passed without either of them speaking.
He mentally shook himself out of his reverie. "Sorry, you looked so..."
"Cold?" she suggested with a smile.

B. J. Daniels

#88. Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit;
There is no cure 'gainst age but it. and
'Tis late and cold, stir up the fire;
Sit close and draw the table nigher;
Be merry and drink wine that is old,
A hearty medicine 'gainst the cold.

John Fletcher

#89. One of Beethoven's favorite dishes was macaroni and cheese. The girl I marry must be able to make good macaroni and cheese ... "
"How did Beethoven feel about cold cereal?

Charles M. Schulz

#90. How can you be so cold-blooded about everything?"
She could have sworn that one corner of the Mage's mouth twitched upward for just an instant as he gestured toward the sun beating down upon them. "I am actually quite warm at the moment.

Jack Campbell

#91. 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 refusing to die. Day after grey day the ice stayed hard; the world remained unfriendly and cold.

Neil Gaiman

#92. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
Of pain, darkness and cold.

Robert Browning

#93. in spite of the cold, this ash tree does not shy
from shrugging off its coat, sloping its nude
shoulders to the night. So, you said, undo,
unbutton, unclasp, slowly remove. Let down your
hair, breathe out. Stand stark in this room until
we remember how not to feel the chill.

Ruby Robinson

#94. This yearning for new and distant scenes, this craving for freedom, release, forgetfulness
they were he admitted to himself, an impulse towards flight, flight from the spot which was the daily theatre of a rigid, cold, and passionate service.

Thomas Mann

#95. I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel like running through the walls
I'm overjoyed, I'm undecided, I don't know who I am
Well maybe I'm not perfect, at least I'm working on it

Paramore

#96. Okay", I breathed. "Then what will it take?" I was completely out of my element. Begging a girl to go on a date with me. This was fucked up."
"Miss it."
I stared into her cold, blue eyes and knew I'd just met the kind of girl books are written about.

Tarryn Fisher - Thief

#97. The shadow is dark and the woods are cold, but they are not endless. No matter how lost you are now, you are not lost forever. You are findable.
Love just keeps on looking.
Love is forever tries.

Anna White

#98. Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed
sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

Jodi Picoult

#99. The Golden stock ... ," Mustang murmurs. "How can you be so cold?"
"Little girl," Antonia sighs, "Gold is a cold metal.

Pierce Brown

#100. Wow! gasped Julia. They saw 20 or more young children of every sort lying
on the cold, bare ground.

Magda M. Olchawska