Top 100 Quotes About Cold Air
#1. 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
#2. He was free to enjoy the breathless glee that overwhelmed him: the speed, the clear cold air, the total silence, the feeling of balance and excitement and peace.
Lois Lowry
#3. See ... What I felt they should have done, for our first public works project, is build a giant wall ... across the entire border of Canada. Because that's where the cold air comes from.
Lewis Black
#4. The motor hums away outside, and the cold air is forced through narrow tubing that enters through a small
Drew Boyd
#5. She breathes in the cold air; pellets of blown ice whip against her face. The wind's getting up, as the TV said it would. Nonetheless there's something brisk about being out in the storm, something energizing: it whisks away the cobwebs, it makes you inhale. The
Margaret Atwood
#6. I take pictures because I want to remember this place and all the things it made me feel. What does it feel like? I ask myself. Like cold air in your lungs after too much warm air.
Tarryn Fisher
#7. It is deep winter with shivering cold air, but my heart is dancing with joy and spring flowers.
Debasish Mridha
#8. I'm not sure whether he's looking for a frozen dinner or just taking advantage of the free cold air.
Lauren Oliver
#9. The cure until the late 1940s, when there was an antibiotic discovered for tuberculosis, was basically rest. It was fresh, cold air, lots of food - five meals a day, lots of sleep, not very much talking, and for some people, complete stillness.
Andrea Barrett
#10. But I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.
Evan Peters
#12. I've always been a lover of hoodies. I'm a guy that travels a lot. I'm a guy that spends a lot of time on a cold air-conditioned tour bus. I'm a guy that likes to watch movies in peace. I'm a guy that likes to travel in the airport in peace.
Questlove
#13. There's virtually nothing to stop the cold air from off of Hudson Bay from flowing down across the midlands. So you get good contrast: the warm air coming up
the cold air coming down
and where they meet is your typical frontal location.
Joe Schaefer
#14. My favorite animal to hunt is probably elk. There's nothing like the sound of a bugling bull splitting the cold air at first light. And that smell is unmistakable. Once you experience their musk in the wild there's no going back! A close second would be a varmint hunt.
Chris Pratt
#15. 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
#16. He liked the woods and the iron-cold air, and he liked snapping the rifle to his shoulder as the game came into view. But he did not like the killing, the thing lying there, bewildered, eyes open.
Ernest Hebert
#17. And then I couldn't wait anymore, and my hand was on the back of her head, and then her lips on mine, the cold air gone and replaced with the warmth of her mouth, soft and sweet and hash-brown-tastic
John Green
#18. He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.
Diana Gabaldon
#19. I want to ride in a cold air balloon. "This isn't going anywhere!"
Mitch Hedberg
#20. 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
#21. A single tear forms, just in the corner of one eye, but it doesn't roll down my cheek; it merely crystallizes in the cold air, it grows and grows into a second giant globe that doesn't want to orbit with the world - it breaks off from the planet and plunges into infinity.
Ingeborg Bachmann
#22. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed.
James Joyce
#23. I don't mean to say it's not fresh on the space station, but there's nothing like new, cold air coming into the capsule.
Scott Kelly
#24. I wait in the cold air where his body was.
Jandy Nelson
#25. I wrenched open the windows. I stood while the cold air poured around my face like dark water, as if I was a rock and it was chiselling me into a new shape.
Sue Woolfe
#26. Without a musket to raise, a barricade to storm, a flag to wave, the question hit me in the face like the cold air: 'Who am I?'
Gary Ackerman
#27. He tracks the rise and fall of the glittering darkness thronged with specks and tendrils of luminous secrets. Falling stars crackle in the cold air and prickle his skin. They flash in the corner of his vision where the eye's discernment of light and shadow is most acute.
John Pipkin
#28. I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.
Neil Gaiman
#29. And those who can see the departed usually see only a gray mist where you might be. Or they'll feel a rush of cold air when you walk past. But I can see you, touch you, hear you, pretty much anything you.
Darynda Jones
#30. What does it feel like? I ask myself. Like cold air in your lungs after too much warm air. Maybe this is how you feel when you find your place in the world.
Tarryn Fisher
#31. Arrogance is perhaps the most socially acceptable form of sin in the church today. In this culture of abundance, one of the only ways Satan can keep Christians neutralized is to wrap us up in pride. Conceit slips in like drafts of cold air in the winter. We don't see it, but outsiders can sense it.
David Kinnaman
#32. Cold air clawed at my face, ripping tears from my eyes. I buried my face deep into Daniel's back and breathed in a mixture of familiar scents - almonds, oil paint, earth, and a hint of varnish. I didn't even question why I was on that bike. I just knew I was suppose to be.
Bree Despain
#33. I requested the gentlemen to put on their hats, and the ladies their shawls, to avoid catching cold, and then had the windows widely opened. This proceeding caused some astonishment and alarm at first; for the Americans generally have a dread of cold air.
George Combe
#34. My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt.
Heather O'Neill
#35. Shadow was a couple of a hundred yards away from his motel, and he walked there, breathing the cold air, past red and yellow and blue lights advertising every kind of fast food a man could imagine, as long as it was a hamburger.
Neil Gaiman
#36. I sailed on the cold air currents above the rooftops of Paris. I could see the river, the Louvre Museum, the gardens and palaces. And a mouse-yum. Hang on, Carter, I thought. not hunting mice.
Rick Riordan
#37. I pass beneath a fixed white line of trees where dry leaves lie for footsteps to dismember. They crackle with a muted sound like fear. That and the wind are all that I can hear. I ask cold air, "What is the word that frees?" The wind says, "Change," and the white sun, "Remember.
Samuel R. Delany
#38. The cold air chilled Firepaw's bones as blackness wrapped itself around him.
Erin Hunter
#39. When the doors are open big gusts of cold air sweep into the car, and suddenly it smells damp and earthly, that early smell that tells you all the snow and ice is melting and someday the sun will come out again.
And maybe it will, for some other girl.
Amanda Maciel
#40. A cat came out of an alley, took a look at all the snow, and went back in. Farther on up the street a fat man, aproned and puffing, emerged from a restaurant and whiffed the cold air and gazed yearningly at the sky. As though even the dreams were up there, much too far away.
David Goodis
#41. Her soul was as cold as the air that bit through London in winter, her grief a shadow to the vengeance ...
Michelle Zink
#42. Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew.
Lev Grossman
#43. I drop down the tower and roll on the roof, breaking into a run, the cold night air blowing me faster, the darkness and gleaming stars taking me somewhere I don't have to feel.
Sara Raasch
#44. The Nausea has stayed down there, in the yellow light. I am happy: this cold is so pure, this night so pure: am I myself not a wave of icy air? With neither blood, nor lymph, nor flesh. Flowing down this long canal towards the pallor down there. To be nothing but coldness.
Jean-Paul Sartre
#45. 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
#46. Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.
Margaret Atwood
#47. The hurt, resentment, the revenge, the pride, and regret are thrown hard and fast like snowballs in the winter. Some major ones hit hard; some minor ones just roll off, while others stick for an elongated time ... as long as we stay in the cold frosty air of not letting go.
Wes Adamson
#48. It's so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. You won't be awake for another five hours, but I can't help feeling that we're sharing this clear and beautiful morning.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#49. In the Greek way of dealing with alchemy, which was earth, air, fire and water, these were the objective qualities. Within the objective qualities - things of earth, air, fire and water - are our subjective experiences of hot, cold, dry, and moist.
Fred Alan Wolf
#50. 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
#51. 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
#52. The angling fever is a very real disease and can only be cured by the application of cold water and fresh, untainted air.
Theodore Gordon
#53. Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again ... I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O'Neill were laughing.
Woody Allen
#54. It was a December night so cold and clear that the air felt like the air of the Moon - lung-burning; mentholated and pure
Douglas Coupland
#55. A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.
Katherine McIntyre
#56. It was cold. Space, the air we breathed, the yellow rocks, were deadly cold. There was something ultimate, passionless, and eternal in this cold. It came to us as a single constant note from the depths of space. We stood on the very boundary of life and death.
Frank Smythe
#57. Charlotte had never forgotten it - she was always looking for it. An old house facing seaward, ships going up and down. Spruce woods and musty hills, cold salt air from the water, rest, quiet, silence.
L.M. Montgomery
#58. Yet what is to be done with events that have no place of their own in time; events that have occurred too late, after the whole of time has been distributed, divided, and allotted; events that have been left in the cold, unregistered, hanging in the air, homeless, and errant?
Bruno Schulz
#60. Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay outdoors, even in wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it ... At last we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think.
Henry David Thoreau
#61. You know that all things are composed of four elements. Tell me their qualities", he orders, his smile suddenly vanished. "Fire is hot a dry. Air is dry and moist. Water cold and moist. Earth cold and dry." [Gisa]
Karen Maitland
#62. Evil is near. Sometimes late at night the air grows strongly clammy and cold around me. I feel it brushing me. All that the Devil asks is acquiescence not struggle, not conflict. Acquiescence.
Suzanne Massie
#63. 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
#64. The pub door swings open when a man enters. A window of moonlit sky and sea illuminates the darkened pub, and a surge of cold ocean air charges its way inside. It's as if Cuchulainn's raging soul had passed through the doorway.
Laura Treacy Bentley
#65. 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
#66. I will never get to tell him I love him, even if my love was never enough. The empty ache grows and throbs in my chest. It's a living and breathing thing inside me. Sucking the air from my lungs, and the warmth from my body. The ache and pain leaves me hollow and cold.
Ashley Jeffery
#67. He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in the air but he never fly coach
Nicki Minaj
#68. Parsefall did not love fresh air. In his experience, it was apt to be cold.
Laura Amy Schlitz
#69. I have won for you a fish, my fair one," he said, and kissed her on the cheek.
It was a sweet kiss, gentle and soft, and Mark smelled like he always did: like cold outside air and green growing things.
Cassandra Clare
#70. I wanted to like 'Up in the Air' - I like Jason Reitman - but Vera Farmiga left me cold.
Andy Kindler
#71. After every shirt she looks at me and smiles, letting go of air she no longer needs. She laughs after the sweater, knowing I'm gonna tell her it's too hot for it, knowing she'll say it's for the plane and ask what if the room gets cold?
Darnell Lamont Walker
#72. There can be no possible question that cold is felt much more keenly in the thin air of nineteen thousand feet than it is below.
Hudson Stuck
#73. Suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.
Stephen King
#74. We two remake our world by naming it / Together, knowing what words mean for us / And for the other for whom current coin / Is cold speech
but we say, the tree, the pool, / And see the fire in the air, the sun, our sun, / Anybody's sun, the world's sun, but here, now / Particularly our sun ...
A.S. Byatt
#75. Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it's all
hahhhh.
Thomas Pynchon
#76. The air is still and freezing cold. The sky is a perfect, pale blue. The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it has just spilled itself over the horizon and it's too lazy to clean itself up.
Lauren Oliver
#77. 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
#78. She relaxed, fitting perfectly into my body. In the crisp, cold February air, we swayed together, moving to our own personal beat. For one moment, we escaped hell. No teachers, no therapist, no well-meaning friends, no nightmares-just the two of us, dancing.
Katie McGarry
#79. The air in the room was so cold, the exposed flesh of his face felt like ice. "I'll be the first person to get frostbite in a house sleeping several feet from a roaring fire.
Hunter Shea
#80. The shouting came to a halt, replaced by a tense silence that hung in the air like a fog on a cold winter morning. The
Nicolajayne Taylor
#81. It's spring giving way to summer, balmy air smelling of roses, hot skin meeting the cold shock of the ocean, starry nights as warm as kisses.
Sarah McCarry
#82. 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
#83. What stops you here is what stops your entire life.
The air will always be too filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.
Chuck Palahniuk
#84. Some of my anger has faded, but it isn't hard to call back. All I have to do is think about how cold the air was and how loud the laughter was. Look at her. She's a child.
Veronica Roth
#85. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At
E. M. Forster
#86. Cold is our element and winter's air
Brings voices as of lions coming down.
Wallace Stevens
#87. In my version of paradise, the air was always cold and the rivers ran with candy.
Amanda Lindhout
#88. The four elements: earth, water, fire and air; the qualities recognized by touch: cold, heat, dryness, and moisture; the temperaments: sanguineous, phlegmatic, choleric, and saturnine; the faculties: natural, animal, and vital.
Noah Gordon
#89. I think that the dying pray at the last not please but thank you, as a guest thanks his host at the door. Falling from airplanes the people are crying thank you, thank you, all down the air; and the cold carriages draw up for them on the rocks.
Annie Dillard
#90. I was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time he spent alone. I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. -Susie Salmon
Alice Sebold
#91. Aragon felt a shudder run through him at the sound, a strange cold thrill; and yet it was not fear or terror that he felt: rather it was like the sudden bite of a keen air, or the slap of a cold rain that wakes an uneasy sleeper.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#92. 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
#93. The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.
Donna Lynn Hope
#94. I now understand why people sometimes describe the air as 'bitter cold'. The cold is not bitter. They are bitter about the cold.
Taylor Jenkins Reid
#95. That's what it was: those little silences that slipped into their conversations like splinters, his need reaching out through the air and finding her, cold. That's what had changed between them.
Kea Wilson
#96. The earth's lungs, coated in green ooze and thaw, breathed out blossom-scent and sour rot and fungus-must, wet and warm and aware, where before the air had been cold and blind, remote as the moon.
Margo Lanagan
#97. No issue is more compelling than the air we breathe, be it hot or cold, be it hawk or human.
Jack Nicholson
#98. I didn't know what I would do. There was no way I could survive. I stared at my damp tent ceiling, feeling the frigid air against me, the frozen ground against my bottom, so cold my bare skin burned. I needed to get to the next trail-town, Mammoth Lakes. There was no one here to save me now.
Aspen Matis
#99. Along the Chilean coast, with cold and winter,
when rain falls washing the weeks.
Listen: solitude becomes music once more,
and it seems its appearance is that of air, of rain,
that time, something with wave and wings, passes by,
grows. And the harp awakes from oblivion.
Pablo Neruda
#100. The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with the two boys pursuing, the air was so cold they ate ice cream with each breath.
Ray Bradbury
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