"October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving pelting and Nov arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces." ― J.Yard. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Guild of the Phoenix
"Then I am not a cleaved center. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Similar physical. I am not this twelvemonth and I am non your fault. I am muscles building cells, a little every twenty-four hours, because they broke that day, but basic are stronger once they heal and I am grinning to the charabanc driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the bound always finds a manner to turn even the coldest wintertime into a field of greenish and flowers and new life. I am not your error." ― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine
"So when yous're cold From the inside out And don't know what to do, Recall love and friendship, And warmth will come up to you." ― Stephen Cosgrove, Gnome from Nome
"In the wintertime she curls upwards around a adept book and dreams away the cold." ― Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes
"She constitute him standing before the h2o staring unseeing at its frozen surface. He was shivering. She watched him doubtfully for a moment. 'Po,' she said to his dorsum, where'southward your glaze?' 'Where'south yours?' She moved to stand abreast him. 'I'thou warm.' He tilted his head to her. 'If you're warm and I'g coatless, there's just 1 friendly matter for you to do.' 'Get back and get your coat for you?' He smiled. Reaching out to her, he pulled her close against him. Katsa wrapped her arms effectually him, surprised, and tried to rub some warmth into his shivering shoulders and back. 'That's information technology exactly,' Po said. 'You must go on me warm.' She laughed and held him tighter." ― Kristine Cashore, Graceling
"Equally far as her mom was concerned, tea fixed everything. Have a cold? Take some tea. Broken basic? There'southward a tea for that also. Somewhere in her female parent's pantry, Laurel suspected, was a box of tea that said, 'In instance of Armageddon, steep iii to five minutes'." ― Aprilynne Pike, Illusions
"A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of h2o." ― Carl Reiner
"...and yous drink a little likewise much and attempt a lilliputian likewise difficult. And you become home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine." ― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
"It'due south likewise common cold outside for angels to fly." ― Ed Sheeran
"The dominicus did not shine. It was also wet to play. Then nosotros sabbatum in the business firm. All that cold, cold, wet twenty-four hour period." ― Dr. Seuss, The Cat in the Hat
"Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you tin merely exist one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative." ― Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
"The matter with oestrus is, no matter how cold you lot are, no thing how much you need warmth, information technology always, eventually, becomes also much." ― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword
"You cold?' He chafes my arms. I haven't been cold since I moved here. This is something else. 'No. But y'all tin put your arms around me anyway." ― Sophie Jordan, Firelight
"Ellen had said that her female parent was afraid of the sea, that it was as well cold and too large. The sky was, as well, idea Annemarie. The whole globe was: too cold, too big. And as well fell. " ― Lois Lowry, Number the Stars
"It'southward come up at concluding," she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. When there wasn't enough nutrient in the house you pretended that yous weren't hungry so they could have more than. In the cold of a winter'south night you got up and put your blanket on their bed and so they wouldn't be cold. Yous'd kill anyone who tried to damage them - I tried my best to impale that man in the hallway. Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk correct into the grief that you lot'd give your life to spare them from." ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
"Nothing burns like the cold. Simply but for a while. Then it gets inside y'all and starts to make full you up, and after a while you don't take the strength to fight it." ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
"I learned how to cease crying. I learned how to hibernate inside of myself. I learned how to be somebody else. I learned how to be cold and numb." ― Sherman Alexie, Flight
"Information technology is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of calorie-free are shards of snow, one imagines the dominicus lives upon a snowfall crested peak on this mean solar day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs." ― Roman Payne
"With callused easily 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, A Thousand Flamingos
"By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snowfall would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself once again.
Not that year.
Winter hung in at that place, like an invalid refusing to die. Day subsequently grayness solar day the ice stayed hard; the earth remained unfriendly and common cold." ― Neil Gaiman, Odd and the Frost Giants
"Although it was but 6 o'clock, the night was already night. The fog, made thicker past its proximity to the Seine, blurred every detail with its ragged veils, punctured at various distances by the carmine glow of lanterns and confined of light escaping from illuminated windows. The road was soaked with pelting and glittered under the street-lamps, like a lake reflecting strings of lights. A bitter wind, heavy with icy particles, whipped at my face, its howling forming the high notes of a symphony whose bass was played by swollen waves crashing into the piers of the bridges below. The evening lacked none of wintertime'south rough poetry." ― Théophile Gautier, Hashish, Wine, Opium
"If honey wants you lot; if y'all've been melted downward to stars, you volition beloved with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm blood and common cold." ― Anne Michaels
"I think that I am too warm to negatively judge individuals, yet I am cold enough to negatively approximate humanity." ― Criss Jami, Killosophy
"Why should I give up revenge? On behalf of what? Moral principles? And what of the college club of things, in which evil deeds are punished? For you, a philosopher and ethicist, an human action of revenge is bad, disgraceful, unethical and illegal. But I inquire: where is the penalty for evil? Who has it and grants access? The Gods, in which yous do not believe? The slap-up demiurge-creator, which yous decided to replace the gods with? Or maybe the law? [...] I know what evil is agape of. Non your ethics, Vysogota, not your preaching or moral treaties on the life of dignity. Evil is afraid of pain, mutilation, suffering and at the end of the solar day, death! The canis familiaris howls when it is desperately wounded! Writhing on the basis and growls, watching the claret flow from its veins and arteries, seeing the bone that sticks out from a stump, watching its guts escape its open belly, feeling the cold as decease is about to take them. Then and only then will evil brainstorm to beg, 'Have mercy! I regret my sins! I'll be good, I swear! Just save me, do not let me waste away!'. Yep, hermit. That is the way to fight evil! When evil wants to damage y'all, inflict pain - anticipate them, it's best if evil does not expect it. Just if you fail to foreclose evil, if yous have been hurt by evil, then avenge him! It is best when they have already forgotten, when they feel condom. And then pay them in double. In triple. An eye for an middle? No! Both eyes for an eye! A molar for a tooth? No! All their teeth for a tooth! Repay evil! Make it wail in pain, howling until their eyes pop from their sockets. And and then, y'all can look under your feet and boldly declare that what is there cannot endanger anyone, cannot injure anyone. How can someone be a danger, when they have no eyes? How can someone hurt when they have no hands? They can only wait until they drain to death." ― Andrzej Sapkowski, Wieża Jaskółki
"The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at final I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay yet, my love, I won't exist long; I must prepare my body for passion.' 'O, your body you requite, but all else you ration.' 'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene: A bleeding nymph to go out me serene... I have dreams of a trembling wench.' 'You accept dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.' 'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared; As our longing for love tin can never be cured. Our want is our way and our way is our will, Nosotros have the dearest, my honey, that no ane can kill.' 'If night is your dearest, then in dreams y'all'll fulfill... This dearest, our love, that no one tin kill.' Even so want is my manner, and my way is my will, Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill." ― Roman Payne
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