Top 100 Cold Hands Quotes
#1. 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
#2. At 2:00 sharp on the afternoon of his internment, with his body resting in a casket in the front room of his home, the pallbearers--all bridge players--stuck a deck of cards in Mr. Hampton's cold hands, shut the lid over his head, and played bridge.
Brenda Sutton Rose
#3. His hands were freezing, but he couldn't milk with gloves.
"Sorry about the cold hands, old girl," he apologized to the cow before he started.
Carolyn Brown
#4. You know what they say. Cold hands. Warm heart," Yuji said. "Or is it the reverse?
Gabrielle Zevin
#5. Jim flinched when their hands met. "Your hands are like ice."
She snatched her hands back and shoved them into her pockets. "You know what they say - cold hands, warm heart.
Nicki Edwards
#6. He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?
Stephenie Meyer
#7. A narrow pond would form in the orchard, water clear as air covering grass and black leaves and fallen branches, all around it black leaves and drenched grass and fallen branches, and on it, slight as an image in an eye, sky, clouds, trees, our hovering faces and our cold hands.
Marilynne Robinson
#8. Behold my Love which traveled by Sudden Days. I wash away my withered cold Hands to a Warm Embrace of You, My Eternal Summer!
Kevin Dellinger
#9. She's standing above me the goddess of death, black lips and cold hands.
Kendare Blake
#10. If you try to to take my bananas from me, I will reclaim them from your cold dead hands.
Terry Pratchett
#11. There is nothing like the dead cold hand of the past to take down our tumid egotism and lead us into the solemn flow of the life of our race.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
#12. Vampires are pretty frightening. Knowing they can 'glamor' you is pretty weird. And you shake hands or hug them and they're cold. I wouldn't like that.
Todd Lowe
#13. It's so cold here in Washington, D.C., that politicians have their hands in their own pockets.
Bob Hope
#14. 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
#15. The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.
Pat Conroy
#16. His hands, shedding actual tears. The silky cold dirt and sharp pebbles of the road
Janet Fitch
#17. But I'm getting to it. I can't come at it cold. I'm warming my hands over old stories.
Bernie Mcgill
#18. Above us hung a tapestry of silver and gold and palest green that in my world had faded into white: a great oak so entwined with ivy it had died, its bare branches pushing through the leaves like bone. I stared at the roses, wanting to hold my hands to such red, but like the light, they burned cold.
Patricia A. McKillip
#19. The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold ...
William Butler Yeats
#20. Jacob went to the sink and held his hands under the tap. He splashed cold water on his face and formed another ab-flashing maneuver that would bring every card-carrying queer to his knees.
Jordan Castillo Price
#21. It was so cold outside that a lawyer would have his hands in his own pockets.
James Patterson
#22. Reminded of favorite poem by Wendy Cope which goes:
At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle.
The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle.
And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle,
And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful if you're single.
Helen Fielding
#23. Time passes cold and indifferent over us; it knows nothing of our joys or sorrows; it leads us with ice-cold hand deeper and deeper into the labyrinth.
Johann Ludwig Tieck
#24. All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.
Dylan Thomas
#25. It was freezing, but the cold effortlessly numbed my feet and aching hands. I walked quietly, barefoot, to the end of the block, leaving my shoes behind to remind me how to find my way home.
Jenny Lawson
#26. 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
#27. The best way to garden is to put on a wide-brimmed straw hat and some old clothes. And with a hoe in one hand and a cold drink in the other, tell somebody else where to dig.
Texas Bix Bender
#28. The mug was so warm, and my hands so cold, that it didn't feel as if we belonged in the same universe.
Harper Fox
#29. They'll get my Kindle when they pry it from my cold dead hands, if my corpse will release it.
Elizabeth Horton-Newton
#30. Some Native people suggest that one should test how cold the hands are by touching the thumb to the little finger of the same hand. As soon as you cannot carry out this exercise you are reaching a dangerous state of incapacity and you should immediately take steps to warm up.
Mors Kochanski
#31. Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.
Robert Herrick
#32. You'll get my assault weapon when you pry it out of my curious six-year-old's cold dead hands.
Anthony Jeselnik
#33. Her heart swelled with misery, until it felt too large for her bosom. It beat with odd little jerks; her hands were cold, and a feeling of disaster oppressed her.
Margaret Mitchell
#34. You have no reason to be scared. I would protect you with my soul." He cups my face. His hands are warm despite the cold. "You remind me of how precious life is.
Allison Van Diepen
#35. Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one..
Janet Morris
#36. I clasp the flask between my hands even though the warmth from the tea has long since leached into the frozen air. My muscles are clenched tight against the cold. If a pack of wild dogs were to
Suzanne Collins
#37. Hot damn, Wip. We've got a stone-cold fox on our hands."
Willa flipped Ginger the bird without looking away from the full-length mirror. "This touching family sitcom moment brought to you by the letters F and U.
Tessa Bailey
#38. He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking, and he suddenly felt freezing cold. "What have I done?" he mumbled, but the others didn't say a word.
James Dashner
#39. Can I help it if my heart beats, if my hands go cold?
Jean Rhys
#40. Sweeney took a step closer to Wednesday. "Call me a freeloader, will you, you doomed old creature? You cold-blooded, heartless old tree-hanger." His face was turning a deep, angry red.
Wednesday put out his hands, palms up, pacific. "Foolishness, Sweeney. Watch where you put your words.
Neil Gaiman
#41. 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
#42. Don't underrate ordinary human decency," Josh said quietly. "There's more of heaven in a guy who hands a cold soda to a hot, tired panhandler than there is in fifty moral philosophers.
John Barnes
#43. He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.
Edith Wharton
#44. I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.
Jandy Nelson
#45. She shoved her hands in the deep silk-lined pockets ... where she felt the cold steel of a revolver.
Sherry Morris
#46. For how many people do you think might yet stand on this planet before the sun grows cold? That's the responsibility we hold in our hands.
David R. Brower
#47. We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.
Charlotte Bronte
#48. Some kill their love when they are young,
and some when they are old;
some strangle with the hands of lust,
some with the hands of gold:
THE KINDEST USE A KNIFE, because
THE DEAD SO SOON GROW COLD.
Oscar Wilde
#49. Even as my family fell apart and things were at their most hopeless, my dad and I found a lot of happiness in the wilderness - sleeping on the cold gravel and killing as many things as we could get our hands on. Even as my mom got progressively more crazy, we found a happiness, in flashes.
Leigh Newman
#50. They all shared a certain coolness, a cruel, mannered charm which was not modern in the least but had the strange cold breath of the ancient world : they were magnificent creatures, such eyes, such hands, such looks - sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat.
Donna Tartt
#51. Often I have been exhausted on trout streams, uncomfortable, wet, cold, briar scarred, sunburned, mosquito bitten, but never, with a fly rod in my hand have I been less than in a place that was less than beautiful.
Charles Kuralt
#52. I didn't want to be draped in silk. All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart. I saw the world and its lack of compassion, its harsh, grating judgement, and its cold, resentful eyes. I saw it all around me.
Tahereh Mafi
#53. Don't stop writing until someone pries the pen from your cold, dead hands.
James John Tritten
#54. Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it
Mark Twain
#55. ... leaning with her back bowed into the back of the chair, her head hanging down and her hands in her lap, very miserable as she would say herself, not even knowing what she would like, except to go out and get very wet, catch a particularly nice cold and have to go to bed and take gruel.
George MacDonald
#56. I hear the unmistakable sound of glass breaking and I start apologizing to no one, trying to pick it up again, but I can't.
I can't get my hands to work because they're too cold.
Courtney Summers
#57. It's a big formless, arctic night, the stars so bright they seem to hiss. I walk with my hands in pockets, arms pressed to my sides. Even in my down parka, the cold is still there. I feel as though my blood is crackling in it, my bones conducting cold like wires. My toes are curled in their boots.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#58. 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
#59. 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
#60. All you can hold in your cold dead hand is what you have given away.
Joaquin Miller
#61. I'm not afraid to take a stand. Everybody come take my hand. We'll walk this road together, through the storm. Whatever weather, cold or warm. Just let you know that, you're not alone. Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road.
Eminem
#62. He put his face to the glass and saw what was out there, and this time when his eyes opened wide and his mouth made the shape of an O, his hands stayed by his sides because something made him feel very cold and unsafe.
John Boyne
#63. We are wasting our youth holding cold devices while we should be holding one another's warm hands.
Mohamed Ghazi
#64. Neatly at its foot, a gauze. I hear her gargling in the bathroom. My hands and feet are blue from the cold and I cannot see through the window for the frost and icicles. When Ana Iris starts
Junot Diaz
#65. El Capitan is the most chapping environment in the world: windy, cold, super dry. I wake up twice a night and reapply lotion to my hands. We sand our fingertips to keep them smooth.
Tommy Caldwell
#66. The Cold War's end pushed disarmament down most leaders' agendas. It's a sophisticated issue, which I think is one reason why it is not so hands-on to many people. It's not visceral. It's not like a starving child.
Michael Douglas
#67. I was sleeping, and you woke me
To walk on the chilled shore
Of a night with no memory,
Till your voice forsook my ear
Till your two hands withdrew
And I was empty of tears,
On the edge of a bricked and streeted sea
And a cold hill of stars.
Philip Larkin
#68. Fatal North was being poisoned to death aboard his own vessel and by someone from his hand-picked crew ... a cold-blooded, calculating, pre-meditated murder by a diabolical killer.
Bruce Henderson
#69. For a moment my hands stopped aching from the cold, and instead longed for the familiar feel of music running through them.
Patrick Rothfuss
#70. His hands were tingling and he was sweating under falling snowflakes.
David Rangel
#71. Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.
William Gibson
#72. Draco's like... snow," said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. "It's cold and cruel to begin with, but it's somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it's not there. And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it changes. It melts.
Bex-chan
#73. 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
#74. The misconception that aid falls straight into the hands of dictators largely stems from the Cold War era.
Bill Gates
#75. New York had pushed and bent and bullied, driving me underground to sort out the madness and sculpt my Being with my own hands in self-discovery on its cold pottery wheel and in the white heat of its kiln. The City enabled me to learn who I really was, as a pixelated man and member of Humanity.
David B. Lentz
#76. His cold, unmoving face startled me, but the warmth from his hands left me curious and longing for more of his touch.
Magan Vernon
#77. No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn,
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm.
Mark Knopfler
#78. Trevor, let's go upstairs and take a really hot bath with extra bubbles so that my skin gets all sudsy and slippery so you can run your incredibly gifted naughty hands over me while we see how many times you can make me come before the water gets cold
R.L. Mathewson
#79. I am wet shoes.
I am cold, damp breath.
I am sweating hands.
I am gravity crushing the grass beneath my boots.
I am Kevlar and metal and lead.
I am laser sighting.
I am death.
And I am coming.
Shane Kuhn
#80. With callused hands
i tasted
the softness of the moon
in the coldest winds
i discovered
my soul's
warmest fireplace
in the roughness
of his stubble
the tenderest love.
Sanober Khan
#81. It was summer and moonlight and we had lemonade to drink, and we held the cold glasses in our hands, and Dad read the stereo-newspapers inserted into the special hat you put on your head and which turned the microscopic page in front of the magnifying lens if you blinked three times in succession.
Ray Bradbury
#82. But I didn't know that then. I washed my hands in the cold, uncaring sea, and my conscience was as silent and remote as the mute, unreachable stars.
Gregory David Roberts
#83. Later in the morning Miranda opened her wardrobe and found it full of clammy ghosts that hovered around her body when she put them on. The cold trickled down in the gaps between the material and her chest. Scarecrow girl. She felt proud and nauseous, chosen and moulded by hands that froze.
Helen Oyeyemi
#84. 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
#85. But my memories are like a fire in winter - whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.
- Ditta
Madeleine L'Engle
#86. His voice, dark and velvety soft, intimate and yet cold: You have blood on your hands.
Jackie Morse Kessler
#87. Nine, how your hands are always cold, but they are the warmest touch I've ever felt.
Theresa Paolo
#89. By the cold and religious we were taken in hand - shown how to feel good; and told to feel bad.
Roger Waters
#90. Gathered round the bucket of coke that burned in front of the shelter, several figures were swinging arms against bodies and rubbing hands together with large, pantomimic gestures: like comedians giving formal expression to the concept of extreme cold.
Anthony Powell
#91. I studied the shape of my friend's hands, and how he clasped them. I could smell his skin and hair in the cold air of the church, and stood aching, my face a devout mask stretched over a rotten soul. On
Maria McCann
#92. 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
#93. For the hearts of nurses are solid gold, / But their heels are flat and their hands are cold, / And their voices lilt with a lilt that's falser / Than the smile of an exhibition waltzer. / Yes, nurses can cure you, nurses restore you, / But nurses are bound that they do things for you.
Phyllis McGinley
#94. Sometimes when I am drawing outside - when it is cold out it gets difficult (my hand gets slower when it is really cold) because I do not like wearing a glove while drawing, because I cannot feel the paper right.
Jason Polan
#95. I wear my cool on the inside; that's why my hands are always so cold.
Dia Reeves
#96. May you never lay your head down, without a hand to hold. May you never make your bed out in the cold.
John Martyn
#97. The clock shows 3 p.m., the two hands cold and distant. They're pretending to be noncommittal, but I know they're not on my side.
Haruki Murakami
#98. I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even accusing heaven because It had set down among its laws: Nothing that we love over-much Is ponderable to our touch.
William Butler Yeats
#99. Illusions and pipe dreams on the one hand
And straight reality is always cold
Van Morrison
#100. 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
