Top 100 Dark Cold Quotes
#1. The dark, cold grasp you took on me, has tangled me completely
Victoria Manning
#2. The perfect antidote to dark, cold and creepy is light, warm and cozy.
Candice Olson
#3. We plunged into the deep water and all was dark. Cold it was as the tide of death: almost it froze my heart.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#4. It doesn't really matter whether we reflect the light through our authentic gifts or whether our authentic calling is to spread it. What matters is that tonight is that the world is dark, cold, and bleak. Your flame burns so brightly. Share your Love and warmth with others. Watch the Light return.
Sarah Ban Breathnach
#5. Dusty, dark, cold, and hard, coal has no beauty of its own, but when it is consummated by fire it is beautiful and becomes what it was designed to be.
Frederica Mathewes-Green
#6. That light is bright enough to light up a little speck of the night sky so a man can see it a ways away. That's what God expects us to do. We're to be lights in the dark, cold days that are this world. Like fireflies in December.
Jennifer Erin Valent
#7. A tall, dark, cold eyed, warm lipped, firm chinned, young man of thirty
C.N. Williamson
#8. The union of men in large masses is indispensable to the development and rapid growth of the higher faculties of men. Cities have always been the fireplaces of civilization whence light and heat radiated out into the dark cold world.
Theodore Parker
#9. an aching hollowness in the bosom, a dark cold speck at the heart, an obscure and boding sense of something that must be kept out of sight of the conscience;
Lionel Fisher
#10. Dark, cold, and snowbound, Russia has the sort of climate in which the spirit of Christmas burns brightest.
Amor Towles
#11. 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
#12. If you're looking for a place to rest Cold Mountain is good for a long stay The breeze blowing through the dark pines Sounds better the closer you come And under the trees a white haired man Mumbles over his Taoist texts Ten years now he hasn't gone home He's even forgotten the road he came by
Hanshan
#13. 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
#14. 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
#15. He stood on the ice, his teeth chattering in the cold, a cold that seemed to come not from the lake water or icy wind, but from a direct transmission from outer space.
Liu Cixin
#16. Fate. As a child, that word was often my only companion. It whispered to me from dark corners during lonely nights. It was the song of the birds in spring and the call of the wind through bare branches on a cold winter afternoon. Fate. Both my anguish and my solace. My escort and my cage.
Leslye Walton
#17. 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
#18. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the sky was almost entirely pencil-lead grey. It felt like the normal world had followed the sun over the horizon too, leaving me in this cold, dark universe that made no sense.
Kendra Leighton
#19. You are not one of Pentrigrel's creations. This is not where you belong. He will not keep his word to you. He is concerned only with himself. You cannot condemn yourself to this over Lunette's fate.
T.A. Miles
#20. The captain glares down at me, his lip curled in irritation at my insolence, and something dark, something cold and dangerous, moves behind his eyes. In that moment, I do not doubt him. In that moment, I believe wholeheartedly he is who he claims to be.
Lisa Maxwell
#21. 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
#22. Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.
William Gibson
#24. Going after someone unknown in the dark and cold and almost-snow - that wasn't brave. That was exceedingly stupid.
Jodi Meadows
#25. Every time you warm yourself in front of a hot coal stove, remember the coal miners in the cold dark corridors and pray for them!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#26. Six is the hardest number for me to experience, the smallest. It's the absence of something - it's cold, dark, almost like a black hole. If someone tells me they are depressed, I might imagine myself in the hole of a six to help me empathise.
Daniel Tammet
#27. Thus bound together, they sheltered the child from the cold, dark night, enveloping him in warmth.
Seth Adam Smith
#28. 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
#29. They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.
Simon Holt
#30. Anyone who's ever gone from warm and bright to cold and dark knows how I felt.
Lauren Wolk
#31. Art finds a way to be constructive. It becomes heat in cold places; it becomes light in dark places.
Barbra Streisand
#32. Death is not the end. Death is an ocean on all sides of our lives. Deep and dark and cold, and anything but empty.
Joey Comeau
#33. 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
#34. He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls ...
Nelson Algren
#35. Shadowed beneath his brow bone were cold dark eyes containing secrets and sadness, bitterness and grief.
T.L. Parker
#36. With West, I picked deep and then deeper. I picked all the way, hot and cold, good and bad, dark and light.
Robin York
#37. Dark spruce frowned on either side of the frozen waterway.
Jack London
#38. It's dark, close, cold, and intensely creepy down there. The fact that it was inhabited by things that had no love for mankind and potential radioactivity to boot didn't do much to boost its tourism industry.
Jim Butcher
#39. June is the time for being in the world in new ways, for throwing off the cold and dark spots of life.
Joan D. Chittister
#40. ,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
#41. The woman standing there is in a crisp admiral's uniform. She's dark-skinned, with cold brown eyes to match.
Chuck Wendig
#42. Sand choked the stainless steel gutters of concentric streets below dark skies full of stars like beds of cold jewels. And through it all, a dying wind of change blew, bringing with it the cinnamon smell of late October.
Stephen King
#43. The house clock, place certain there at the bottom of things, strikes the half hour dry and null. All is so much, all is so deep, all is so dark and cold!
Fernando Pessoa
#44. Cold is not without its risks to runners, of course, especially ones who don't head south when winter visits their neighborhood. Even pooh-pooh-ers of frozen lungs and lovers of dark jogs over permafrost have been known to be careful about certain hazards.
Don Kardong
#45. 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
#46. Once, she had taken love for granted. Never again. Love was the sun and the moon and the stars in a world that was otherwise cold and dark.
Kristin Hannah
#47. But someone once told me, you cannot climb a well from the middle, you must fall right to the bottom. Once you are there, in the cold, alone and ankle deep in slime, you'll look up and you'll get a real sense of the dark and the work involved to climb towards the light, the truth.
Salena Godden
#48. It was a voice full of light and dark. Light not only as it glimmers, but also as it glares. Dark not only as it brings cold and fear, but also as it gives rest and shade.
Geraldine Brooks
#49. One of my chores was to milk the cows, which meant getting up before dawn and going out to that cold dark barn. I didn't expect to make it all the way to the big leagues; I just had to get way from them damn cows.
Edd Roush
#50. 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
#51. There are many ways to say I love you in this cold, dark, silent universe, as many as the twinkling stars.
Ken Liu
#52. Oppression
Now dreams
Are not available
To the dreamers,
Nor songs
To the singers.
In some lands
Dark night
And cold steel
Prevail
But the dream
Will come back,
And the song
Break
Its jail.
Langston Hughes
#53. This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.
Solange Nicole
#54. she fills a dark and cold place within me as no one else has."
"If it is still dark and cold when she is not with you, it is not truly filled.
Raymond E. Feist
#55. You will never have great tennis champions from England because of the cold and dark, but most of all because people only care about the sport for two weeks a year, and then they're on to something else. There's just not a great love of the sport there.
Monica Seles
#56. She dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.
Karen Cushman
#57. To love you is her nature. But hers is a love from which no good may come. And your desire for her will lead only to cold, dark places.
Ari Berk
#58. Hell is cold. Do you remember when you told me that? We were in the cellars of the Dark House. Anyone else would have been panicking, but you were as calm as a governess, telling me Hell was covered in ice. If it is the fire of Heaven that takes you from me, what a cruel irony that would be.
Cassandra Clare
#59. Happiness, I think, lies on the surface ... when one plunges under the surface all the buoyant things disappear, and the farther down one gets the more cold and dark it seems: and the more oppressive space feels.
Lewis Mumford
#60. The ocean turns cold, dark, pressing around me, but the deeper I go the more the iron inside of me twists and pulls and I know that I'm tethered to the boat, that even now the men pull the rope tighter and drag me back to the surface.
Kendall Kulper
#61. But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.
Catherynne M Valente
#62. There is nothing as bitter as this moment when you go out to the morning roll call--in the dark, in the cold, with a hungry belly, to face a whole day of work. You lose your tongue. You lose all desire to speak to anyone.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
#63. If wishes were prey, we'd eat like lions come leaf-bare. But we'd die of boredom! You know that's not what the life of the Clans is like. The warrior code guides us through the dark times, the cold and the hunger. And the good times seem all the sweeter for it. Have faith, Bluestar. We'll survive.
Erin Hunter
#64. What I've written here is a message to myself. I toss it into the air
like a boomerang. It slices through the dark, lays the little soul of
some poor kangaroo out cold, and finally comes back to me.
But the boomerang that returns is not the same one I threw.
Boomerang, boomerang.
Haruki Murakami
#65. It is a terrible thing, this kindness that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#66. 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
#67. When stones lying warm in the sun were turned over, they exposed the cold, damp earth underneath; and that was where Masako had burrowed deep. There was no trace of warmth in this dark earth, yet for a bug curled up tight in it, it was a peaceful and familiar world.
Natsuo Kirino
#68. With the final onset of dark the iron cold locked down and the boy by now was shuddering violently. No moon rose beyond the murk and there was nowhere to go.
Cormac McCarthy
#69. [Suspend them there, in the mind's eye: skinny, young, coming through dark toward warmth, flying over the cold sand and stone. We will return to them.
Lauren Groff
#70. Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.
Nenia Campbell
#71. This was a townscape raised in the teeth of cold winds from the east; a city of winding cobbled streets and haughty pillars; a city of dark nights and candlelight, and intellect.
Alexander McCall Smith
#72. His voice, dark and velvety soft, intimate and yet cold: You have blood on your hands.
Jackie Morse Kessler
#73. Mongkol, poor Mongkol, shedding tears.
Thinking of his smiling, comical face, and his dreams of sending his son to university, I could only lower my head in silence.
And the night continued, cold and dark, the wind frozen beyond the mountains.
You Jin
#74. We must wait for God, long, meekly, in the wind and wet, in the thunder and lightning, in the cold and the dark. Wait, and He will come. He never comes to those who do not wait.
Frederick William Faber
#75. The night was drawing in, and the house felt more and more like a glass cage, blasting its light blindly out into the dusk, like a lantern in the dark. I imagined a thousand moths circling and shivering, drawn inexorably to its glow, only to perish against the cold inhospitable glass.
Ruth Ware
#76. I sit cross-legged on the rock The valleys and streams are cold and damp Sitting quietly is beautiful The cliffs are lost in mist and fog I rest happily in this place At dusk the tree shadows are low I look into my mind A white lotus emerges from the dark mud
Hanshan
#77. London is like a cold dark dream sometimes.
Jean Rhys
#78. Then the fire was shining on the hearth, the cold and the dark and the wild beasts were all shut out, and Jack the brindle bulldog and Black Susan the cat lay blinking at the flames in the fireplace. Ma sat in her rocking chair, sewing by the light
Laura Ingalls Wilder
#79. For a moment there he hadn't looked dark, forbidding, and cold, but dark, forbidding, and ... warm. In fact, when he'd laughed he'd looked ... well ... kind of hot.
Karen Marie Moning
#80. This is about doing something difficult and not stopping when it becomes not just difficult, but cold and difficult ... or cold and wet and difficult ... or cold and wet and dark and difficult.
Suzy Favor Hamilton
#82. Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.
Erin Hunter
#83. Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else, I fight the final few steps to the door and step out into the cold, where the rain is still coming down like shards of moonlight, or like steel.
Lauren Oliver
#84. And this other evening light, rainy, rose and silver, and to her left a river the color of cold lead. Dark tumble of city, towers in the distance, few lights.
William Gibson
#85. Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom - the cold, dark air - that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#86. All about us were people. Perhaps a hundred. Men. Experience had taught me that humans were cruelest when segregated by sex, and the cold feeling in the pit of my stomach became led. What had I let myself in for?
C.S. Friedman
#87. No one realized that, being left out in the cold, I was also very much in the dark.
Deborah Curtis
#88. Cold coiled through me, lacing each breath with clouded wisps of frost. There was not so much as a candle lit within the small, single room of my cottage, and delicate crystals of alabaster and beryl rimed my meagre possessions and the barren fireplace. I did not care.
Hazel Butler
#89. Stay with me, God. The night is dark, The night is cold: My little spark Of courage dies. The night is long; Be with me, God, and make me strong.
Dean Koontz
#90. If there's a heaven, it's a cold place. A dark place. A lonely place.
Hiroshi Sakurazaka
#91. 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
#92. I will love you, I will honor you, I will give you my affections. I will walk with no other partner, and no matter how dark or how cold the way, no matter how weak you become, I will love you always and walk together with you until we reach the King's City.
Annie Wald
#93. It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold.
Charles Dickens
#94. Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
William Shakespeare
#95. This was not simply cold: this was science fiction. This was a story set on the dark side of Mercury, back when they thought Mercury had a dark side. This was somewhere out on rocky Pluto, where the sun is just another star, shining only a little more brightly in the darkness.
Neil Gaiman
#96. Swimming in the cold and the dark of British autumn is not for the faint-hearted.
Sarah Hall
#97. I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!
William Faulkner
#98. Know what's worse than cold turkey? Just a little bump. One tiny sip to take the edge off. The edges never went away, they only got sharper. Every addict would tell you. Gray areas couldn't exist in a sober environment.
A. Zavarelli
#99. Cold be night, cold be heart;
I shall forever sit in dark,
Until one day ride at Flight
Against armies of Thalorion
For last fight ... .
M.J. Chrisman
#100. Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
Jean-Paul Sartre
