Top 100 Cold Dead Quotes
#1. I'll retire when they pry my cold, dead fingers off of my Bible.
R.C. Sproul
#2. I intend to do the Penn & Teller show until they pry my cheesy magic wand from my cold dead fingers.
Penn Jillette
#3. I'll be writing as long as I can hold a pen in my curled, crimped arthritic hands and then I'll dictate it, if it comes to that. They'll have to pry my pen out of my cold, dead fingers - and even then, I'll fight 'em for it. Guaranteed.
Wanda Lea Brayton
#4. I'm sorry. Were you just speaking to me? I apologize most profusely. I was distracted by the size of the sweat stains under your arms. Are you overly warm today? It seems unlikely given the cold, dead heart that surely beats in your chest.
T.J. Klune
#5. I'm a big believer in pairing classics with contemporary literature, so students have the opportunity to see that literature is not a cold, dead thing that happened once but instead a vibrant mode of storytelling that's been with us a long time - and will be with us, I hope, for a long time to come.
John Green
#6. All you can hold in your cold dead hand is what you have given away.
Joaquin Miller
#7. Though I enjoy the occasional eBook from time to time, I will only stop reading books printed on paper when they pry them from my cold, dead, withered hands, and even then, they will be hard pressed to take them from me.
H.L. Stephens
#8. In fact, when I finally shuffle off this mortal
coil, you will have to pry a book out of my cold, dead hands.
Michael Cart
#9. If you stare into its cold dead eye, the camera always mocks you with the truth.
Gregory David Roberts
#10. I smiled back as he walked away, but all the lovely butterflies in my stomach landed one by one in a cold, dead heap.
Myra McEntire
#11. You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers.
Charlton Heston
#12. Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't born dead. I never met a man who was less interested in the living. Sometimes I think that's the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.
Kurt Vonnegut
#13. Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.
Stephen King
#14. They'll get my Kindle when they pry it from my cold dead hands, if my corpse will release it.
Elizabeth Horton-Newton
#15. I am anger reborn and frustration unjustified. I am brutal hate and cold, dead winter. I am turning, tumbling in despair and there is no light, no warmth, no world, no heart.
Karina Halle
#16. To the divisive forces that would take freedom away, I want to tell you something: You can have my gun. You can pry it from my cold dead hands!
Charlton Heston
#17. If you try to to take my bananas from me, I will reclaim them from your cold dead hands.
Terry Pratchett
#18. I believe if I should die,
And you should kiss my eyelids where I lie
Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains,
The folded orbs would open at thy breath,
And from its exile in the Isles of Death
Life would come gladly back along my veins.
Mary Ashley Townsend
#19. The last condescended from Academy spires Pretended at life with a cold, dead heart Face like a crypt, from a family of liars Quietly, quietly played . . . her . . . part. - Children's nursery rhyme
K.D. Castner
#20. Don't stop writing until someone pries the pen from your cold, dead hands.
James John Tritten
#21. I don't like the word transparency; cold dead glass is transparent. I prefer education or understanding, which are more human.
Julian Assange
#22. Adina sat up. "It's denigrating and objectifying."
"No. It's eye shadow and lipstick and sex and mystery and magic and transformation and fun. And nobody's taking that away from me. You will pry my Petal Power lip gloss out of my cold, dead hands," Shanti insisted.
Libba Bray
#23. I believe that God is with you, that there is a presence. I believe this God is for you. I don't think the universe is a cold, dead place that is indifferent.
Rob Bell
#24. Join me in standing up against any actual knowledge about guns. Let the CDC know they can take away our ignorance when the pry it from our cold dead minds.
Stephen Colbert
#25. You'll get my assault weapon when you pry it out of my curious six-year-old's cold dead hands.
Anthony Jeselnik
#26. Sweetheart, I'll be a Marine 'til they bury my cold, dead, decrepit ass in the ground a good fifty or sixty years from now.
Dee Tenorio
#27. They can have my beer when they pry it out of my cold, dead hand.
Ben Schwalb
#28. Sometimes she wondered if she only loved him when it was cold, in the middle of winter when everything was dead. -
Brit Bennett
#29. In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre's body and breathed his name. Her voice was a beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay cold and dead.
Patrick Rothfuss
#30. I had feelings: passive as I lived, little as I spoke, cold as I looked, when I thought of past days, I could feel. About the present, it was better to be stoical; about the future - such a future as mine - to be dead.
Charlotte Bronte
#31. I'm king of the dead and I make my throne On a monument slab of marble cold; And my scepter of rule is the spade I hold: Come they from cottage or come they from hall, Mankind are my subjects, all, all, all! Let them loiter in pleasure or toilfully spin I gather them in, I gather them in!
Benjamin
#32. Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#33. Once a man is truly dead and carried pale and cold across the Styx--once Old Bones has put an arm about his shoulders and walked him through the Gate into Darkness--might Science yet summon him back?
Ian Weir
#34. Mars is a rock - cold, empty, almost airless, dead. Yet it's heaven in a way. We can see it in the night sky, a whole other world, but too nearby, too close within the reach of the people who've made such a hell of life here on Earth.
Octavia E. Butler
#35. Mrs. Stubbs, and she pointed dramatically to the life-size head and shoulders of a burly man with a dead white rose in the buttonhole of his coat that made you think of a curl of cold mutting fat. Just below, in silver
Katherine Mansfield
#36. He's fucking stone cold deadpan. His pan is so dead he could lay it in a casket and bury it at Bellevue. They made a movie about him once: Dawn of Ivan's Pan.
Charlotte Stein
#37. The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!
Lord Byron
#38. And time would open up to us and we would be the teachers of one another. All the things that gave you happiness would give me happiness; and I would be the protector of your pain. My power would be your power. My strength the same. But you're dead inside to me, you're cold and beyond reach!
Anne Rice
#39. Cold calling is not dead. Have the conversation mapped out in advance. Make it your guide of structuring your next sales calls
Timi Nadela
#40. If Puck was dead, my world would become as cold and lifeless as the darkest night in the Winter Court
Julie Kagawa
#41. The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.
Raquel Cepeda
#42. Bruges was his dead wife. And his dead wife was Bruges. The two were untied in a like destiny. It was Bruges-la-Morte, the dead town entombed in its stone quais, with the arteries of its canals cold once the great pulse of the sea had ceased beating in them.
Georges Rodenbach
#43. There were two ways to get through something like this, she finally realized. Being utterly dead inside and completely cold-blooded. Or being 100 percent obsessed with living.
B.G. Harlen
#44. Here you lie in the tremendous web. Others are about you, but they are whole - whole hearts and bodies. But all of you that lives is back there walking the desolate seas in evening winds. This thing here, this cold clay thing, is already dead.
Ray Bradbury
#45. 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
#46. Why do you not do as I do? Letting go of your thoughts as though they were the cold ashes of a long dead fire?
John Cage
#47. The priest was dead. Nevertheless, he sat at table with us as we feasted on cold meats.
H.P. Lovecraft
#48. Or winters when the sloughs were frozen over and dead and i could walk across the ice and snow between the dead cattails and see nothing but grey skies and dead things and cold
Robert M. Pirsig
#49. That parish which allows the living to grasp the no longer cold hand of the beloved dead
Dennis Potter
#50. And then there were books, and more books, and yet more books - until everything we had wanted Christmas to be seemed present in the dead of those cold winters.
Joseph Bottum
#51. ,you were the light of a warm, sunny day, Tess. Darla was the dead of a cold, dark fuckin' night" His face got close and his voice got low when he finished, "it felt good to feel the sun again.
Kristen Ashley
#52. And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.
George R R Martin
#53. Cold calling is not dead. To grow your business, you have to call people you don't know and don't know you
Timi Nadela
#54. Love didn't end all at once, no matter how much you needed it to or how inconvenient it was. You couldn't command love to stop any more than a marriage document could order it to appear. Maybe love had to bleed away a drop at a time until your heart was numb and cold and mostly dead.
Mary E. Pearson
#55. The doctor's voice was cold. "There's nothing to put back. There's no body to go back to. The body of Lia Kahn is dead. Be grateful you didn't die with it.
Robin Wasserman
#56. Recall the cold
Of Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn,
Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpets
Shrilling into the ruck ; some trampled
Acres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet,
Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind's
Flurrying, darkness over the human mire.
Geoffrey Hill
#57. I am He who howls in the night; I am He who moans in the snow; I am He who hath never seen light; I am He who mounts from below. My car is the car of Death; My wings are the wings of dread; My breath is the north wind's breath; My prey are the cold and the dead.
S.T. Joshi
#58. Because no windows were open and the air was so still and cold that the trees dared not move for fear of encountering more of it than they had to, Christiana thought that she had entered a city of the dead.
Mark Helprin
#59. When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.
Friedrich Schiller
#60. He's dead, then?" said Ridmark, the cold healing magic spreading through him. "He's a burned corpse with a soulblade stuck in his chest," said Gavin. "I suppose he could be deader, but it's hard to see how."
Jonathan Moeller
#61. Oh! Your hand is cold." Ashley cupped her fingers against her shirt to warm them.
"I've been dead for seven years," Noah said. "That's as warm as they get.
Maggie Stiefvater
#62. I have seen men march to the wars, and then I have watched their homeward tread, and they brought back bodies of living men, But their eyes were cold and dead.
Edmund Vance Cooke
#63. Wow! She's hot." Morrison commented while gaping lewdly at the body lying supine on the bed.
Insensitive asshole. I took a deep breath to calm my rising anger. "She's dead agent Morrison. I assure you she's very cold." I rebuked sharply.
P.A. Lupton
#64. Inspiration was a temperamental guest. It dropped in unannounced, then left without so much as a goodbye, slipping out a window in the dead of night or sauntering out the front door, leaving the house empty, drafty, and cold.
Eric Wilson
#65. Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.
Zora Neale Hurston
#66. His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk." "His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck. "His elk?" said Meera, startled. "His ravens?" said Jojen. "Hodor?" said Hodor.
Anonymous
#67. The marquis de Carabas looked up at him. His eyes were very white in the moonlight. And he whispered, What's it like being dead? It's very cold, my friend. Very dark, and very cold.
Neil Gaiman
#68. For the past few weeks I have been laboring under the assumption that if people thought I was dead, they would stop annoying me and leave me alone.
I didn't respond right away. I examined his statement from every angle, and while I admired the logic, the cockeyed optimism left me cold.
Gary Reilly
#69. A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.
T. S. Eliot
#70. I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.
John Green
#71. Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.
Nenia Campbell
#72. You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.
Peter S. Beagle
#73. Long road to ruin, there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights.
No tomorrow, no dead-ends in sight!
Foo Fighters
#74. That little girl was dead and in her place stood a cold-blooded killer.
Reyna Pryde
#75. The Cold War was over long before it was officially declared dead.
John Le Carre
#76. Fang felt a cold jolt, then dismissed it. Max wasn't dead. He would know, somehow. He would have felt it. The world still felt the same to him; therefore, Max was still in it.
James Patterson
#77. Blue draped an arm over his cold neck. There wasn't really anything to say to make being dead better.
Maggie Stiefvater
#78. She was shot dead, in cold blood, he said bitterly. I could see we were in for a long night. I got out my cigarettes.
Philip Kerr
#79. He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.
Gaston Leroux
#80. Instead of trying to hold on, to push myself into this force, I let go. And I fall into what I can't explain, into a sensation that is everything and nothing, light and dark, hot and cold, alive and dead. Soon the power is the only thing in my head, blotting out all my ghosts and memories.
Victoria Aveyard
#81. Yes, you are. your dead," i say. "you left me. i saw you. you left me. snd now i'm here in maine where everything is crazy and you can't run at night and it's cold.
Carrie Jones
#82. She is drawn to the river, and all its hideous, dead-eyed treasures: rot-bloated cats, and cold-meat corpses of unwanted infants, eels plucking at their tender fingers and toes.
Emmanuelle De Maupassant
#83. February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.
Anna Quindlen
#84. Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on
or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the universe is changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilance in all matters of slight and offence.
Gregory Maguire
#85. Dead drunk and cold-sober, he wandered out into the garden in the cool of the evening, awaiting the coming of the Lord.
Peter De Vries
#86. There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.
Allan Dare Pearce
#87. The worst is, I remain so stone cold. Does this war make you an 'alive-dead person'? Is it not possible to remain yourself in this chaos? How long still?
Diet Eman
#88. Noah," Ronan said tenderly, placing his palm on top of Noah's cold, seven-years-dead hand, "you're starting to piss me off.
Maggie Stiefvater
#89. A warm dead photograph is much livelier than a living cold reality!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#90. Seize the day. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.
Robin Williams
#91. Ugh! Why couldn't anyone ever trust her? She wasn't a two-year-old. If her kindness killed her, then she was better off dead than living a cold, unfeeling life where she misered up all her feelings and possessions.' (Sunshine)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#93. So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them.
Anthony Liccione
#94. Too unconcerned to love and too passionless to hate, too detached to be selfish and too lifeless to be unselfish, too indifferent to experience joy and too cold to express sorrow, they are neither dead nor alive; they merely exist.
Martin Luther King Jr.
#95. My heart burns like fire but my eyes are as cold as dead ashes.
Soyen Shaku
#96. The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.
Lauren Kate
#97. The fact that he gave her the creeps just proved she was normal. He had the flat, dead face of an item turned out by machines. His eyes were cold as marbles pressed into dough. His insides went with the surface. He could beat a man insane or take it himself, and it didn't mean a thing to him.
Walter Kaylin
#98. Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints - the ground's too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do ...
George R R Martin
#99. When Union litter-bearers climbed out of their trenches, four days after the assault, they found only two men still alive amongst the piles of stinking corpses. One burial party discovered a dead Yankee with a diary in his pocket, the last entry of which read: June 3. Cold Harbor. I was killed.
Tony Horwitz
#100. They had found two of his uncle's men in the wood, slain, but the corpses had risen in the chill of night. Jon's burnt fingers twitched as he remembered. He still saw the wight in his dreams, dead Othor with the burning blue eyes and the cold black hands,
George R R Martin
