Coldness Quotes
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"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
"They're so cold, these scholars!May lightning strike their foodso that their mouths learn howto eat fire!"
"SUICIDE... Is to have the freedom to choose, when, where and how to die."
"Life is cold, but I will put on my clothes and wear my shoes"
"A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things."
"fear of change is like standing under a hot shower and knowing the moment you'll turn it off you'll be freezing cold"
"To keep a warm heart in a cold world is the real victory."
"SUICIDE...Is to have the freedom to choose; when, where and how to die.― John Zea"
"SUICIDE... Is to have the freedom to choose; when, where and how to die."
"I'm not afraid to dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.But I'll not dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.Tomorrow I will go awayfrom this life that I've just borrowed!"
"Many people will tell that it is not for a man to cry, but they may not know how is to feel your head empty and only tears will come out to stand up for you."
"Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled"
"Then -- they saw the Groke. Everybody saw her. She sat motionless on the sandy path at the bottom of the steps and stared at them with round, expressionless eyes.She was not particularly big and didn't look dangerous either, but your let that she was terribly evil and would wait for ever. And that was awful.Nobody plucked up enough courage to attack. She sat there for a while, and then slid away into the darkness. But where she had been sitting the ground was frozen!"
"For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with."
"If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you."
"Coldness in everything. It comes from a long way off; it gets into everything. One must get out of the way before it reaches the core. If it does that, one won't feel even the coldness any more. Do you see what I mean?"
"Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in."
"Sorrow on another's face often looks like coldness, bitterness, resentment, unfriendliness, apathy, disdain, or disinterest when it is in truth purely sadness."
"I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below."
"Even though it's dark and cold there is always a shade of light."
"Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart."
"I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls."
"The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions."
"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."
"Let a kind word warm you when your thoughts turn cold"
"To keep a warm heart in winter is the real victory."
"I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white."
"The Groke looked at the hat. Then she looked at Thingumy and Bob. Then she looked at the hat again. You could see that she was thinking with all her might. Then suddenly she snatched the hat and, without a word, slithered like ann icy grey shadow into the forest. It was the last time she was seen in the Valley of the Moomins, and the last they saw of the Hobgoblin's Hat, too. At once the colors became warmer again and the garden was filled with the sounds and scents of summer."
"The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground."
"...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you..."
"He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman."
"Gillman smiles, in the cold manner of an assassin. It's like looking in the mirror."
"What did I get in return? Coldness and emotional detachment. You are selfish and bitter and you wouldn’t know a good thing if it fell out of the sky at your feet."
"I don't know what's worse by number in America, the vacant houses standing, or the homeless people falling into them."
"Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold."
"Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless."
"Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?"
"The civilizations barter in coldness; they peddles it, reinforces it, market it, entices with it, reward it, and then flees from it when it's unchecked force is too much to marvel at. Soon absolute zero will be on sale, and people will warm up to that notion as well."
"Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear"
"It 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 light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this 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."
"One of the most liberating notions is learning how many truly do not care about you, and moreover, how the few who do care about you, marvel at your indifference."
"A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think. It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference."