Top 60 My Heart Cold Quotes
#1. My heart is properly cultivated ... and is not left to wither under the burden of cold erudition, and my religious feelings are not deadened by theological inquiries.
Friedrich Schleiermacher
#2. 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
#3. There was enough ice.So I thought. For my drink.When I used it all,I cut her heart out and used it instead.I never ran out of ice that night.
Mrinaal
#4. If people could see into my heart, I should almost feel ashamed - all there is cold, cold as ice.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
#5. My heart beats, echoes into the cold streets where nightmares and darkness begin to meet.
Tyga
#6. I gave way to a wave of home-sickness that almost shames me now when I recollect it. I find it impossible in cold blood, and at this distance, to put into words the longing that shook me. I have forgotten the pain in the neck, but never will I forget the pain in my heart.
H.V. Morton
#7. My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.
Fiona Apple
#8. To have thought that, with the right tests and the right lectures, I could be made into a cold-blooded, heartless killer. To have thought that I could ignore the beating of my own heart long enough to stop the beating of another's.
Jessica Khoury
#9. Cold metal walks across my forehead,
spiders search for my heart.
It is a light that goes out in my mouth ...
Georg Trakl
#10. Perhaps in the cold my heart would freeze and I would care nothing for those I was forced to abandon.
Alice Hoffman
#11. It is deep winter with shivering cold air, but my heart is dancing with joy and spring flowers.
Debasish Mridha
#12. 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
#13. that cold and calculating? Gale didn't say, "Katniss will pick whoever it will break her heart to give up," or even "whoever she can't live without." Those would have implied I was motivated by a kind of passion. But my best friend predicts I will choose the
Suzanne Collins
#14. Because I long to feel nothing. I want to be frozen inside. I want the icy cold to blow directly on my heart.
Kathryn Stockett
#15. I go home to Iowa. I call it defrosting my heart. Everyone in Iowa is so simple, a genuine. In this business, sometimes you can get cold-hearted. When I go, even if it's 20 below and snowing, I come back with a warm heart.
Riley Smith
#16. My heart thrashes in time with my feet pounding across the cold, hard ground. I can't run any faster, longer, and yet I must. My life and my family's survival depends on it.
Elle A. Rose
#17. As the earth presses a lump of prehistoric sung in heat and crushing weight deep under the ground. I hate him. Hate. I hate him. A jerk is forming inside my body. No it's not my heart.This it's harder, cold and clean. I wrap myself around this new jewel, cradle it within me
Janet Fitch
#18. It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.
Walter Scott
#19. I'm only 19 but my mind is older ...
When things get for real, my warm heart turns cold.
Prodigy
#20. The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill Twixt mead and hill, But kind and dear Is the old house here, And my heart is warm Midst winter's harm ...
Bill Bryson
#21. When you miss someone ... it's weird ... your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart ... it's not steady ... my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold ... like you ... your soul.
Coco J. Ginger
#22. Snow-quiet, sleep-silent, only the fun-fire faraway songsinging of children; and the room was blue with cold, colder than the cold of fairytales: lie down my heart among the igloo flowers of snow.
Truman Capote
#23. What did he say? He is in love? My brain stops, my heart stops, my blood ceases to flow. My appendages go weak and cold, and there is a suspension of all space and time as the universe comes into perfect alignment.
Julie Sarff
#24. 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
#25. I had no idea i'd traveled into my own universe until Echo's cold fingers squeezed mine. "Want to do normal?"
And my heart clenched in pain and joy at the same time. I missed my parents beyond words and this beautiful nymph understood.
Katie McGarry
#26. Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of
the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.
Laurie Halse Anderson
#27. How Heavy the Days ...
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
Hermann Hesse
#28. A cold word from a cold man sends shivers throughout my body but my heart remains warm
Sonya Watson
#29. And this is the map of my heart, the landscape
after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is
a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me
tight, it's getting cold.
Richard Siken
#30. My body grew hot, then cold. I tried to eat the bed sheets. My heart beat madly. Every joint in my body ached. When I took the cure they took it all away from me.
Bela Lugosi
#31. In fact, sometimes she looks at me in this way I can't really describe but it does things to my heart. It warms me up, from head to toe and my chest is the epicenter. I just want to bottle that look and hold onto forever, open it on a cold, foggy day and feel bright and alive all over again.
Karina Halle
#32. This is what reading is like to me. It's finding a spring in the midst of a barren land. Just when I think I might up and die of thirst, I stumble onto this fresh, cold water, and I'm suddenly given this new life because I can-and do-drink to my heart's content.
Beverly Lewis
#33. Dona Crista laughed a bit. "Oh, Pip, I'd be glad for you to try. But do believe me, my dear friend, touching her heart is like bathing in ice."
I imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.
Orson Scott Card
#34. They still weren't as cold as my heart was, though.
Jennifer Estep
#35. I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.
Sebastian Barry
#36. My heart burns like fire but my eyes are as cold as dead ashes.
Soyen Shaku
#37. You have owned my cold, hard heart since I met you.
Mia Castile
#38. When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#39. Ancient person, for whom I
All the flattering youth defy,
Long be it ere thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy, cold;
But still continue as thou art,
Ancient person of my heart.
John Wilmot
#40. Instantly the spirit of hell awoke in me and raged. With a transport of glee, I mauled the unresisting body, tasting delight from every blow; and it was not till weariness had begun to succeed, that I was suddenly, in the top fit of my delirium, struck through the heart by a cold thrill of terror.
Robert Louis Stevenson
#41. I could feel something cold stalking my heart. It was fear. They all begin this way, I thought, with pledges of love.
Judith Merkle Riley
#42. Now I was standing at her bedroom door, leaning my cheek against the cold white wood of the paneling. I wanted to be with her, as close to her as I could get without having another heart attack. And if this was as near as she would let me get, it was enough for me, for now.
Kami Garcia
#43. Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.
Mark Z. Danielewski
#44. With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
Thomas Moore
#45. I was a barmaid for my mum for years, as we lived above a pub. I still can't hear the Heartbeat theme tune without breaking into a cold sweat, as it used to start at the same time as my shift.
Sara Cox
#46. 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
#47. One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain ...
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
#48. All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain
Like shadows on the winter sky
Like frost upon the pane
John Greenleaf Whittier
#49. A cold heart is my protection mechanism. I don't really feel anything for anyone.
Emmanuel Jal
#50. I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears - Ah, she doth depart.
C.D. Reiss
#51. Can I help it if my heart beats, if my hands go cold?
Jean Rhys
#52. He has a magic touch. He can turn a G into a C. My heart was made of gold; now it's all cold.
Natalya Vorobyova
#53. My longtime cold, bitter heart is shattering and disintegrating. In its place is something alive, warm, and pulsing with need to possess this girl.
Phoenyx Slaughter
#54. This floor is a cold floor. I should get up off this floor. There's still a fat fellow over there, and he's pointing a pistol at my heart.
Salmon Rushdie
#55. My heart was closed. Cold.
I was self-conscious and cynical.
Tablo
#56. Won't you come with me she said, there's plenty of room in my iron bed. You're looking cold and tired and a little hmna. I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, but I think once your body feels my hand your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain.
Cowboy Junkies
#57. They slept huddled together in the rank quilts in the dark and the cold. He held the boy close to him. So thin. My heart, he said. My heart.
Cormac McCarthy
#58. His touch is incredible, it holds my insides, my heart, my mind, shimmering hot heat into cold places, thawing my spirit ... and it rejoices. I'm immediately obsessed, consumed with need to stay in this balmy light, soaking in his touch, relishing the euphoria it brings to my discarded spirituality.
Poppet
#59. My heart felt like a cold ember. Last night it flamed with hope. Today it was coated with ashes.
V.C. Andrews
#60. The scar on my chest, the beating of my heart, and the mountains that fostered my appreciation for the cold, hard, natural world - these were the few things that mattered.
Daniel Wallock