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The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.
Hotter than a fuck in hell.
So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.
It was cold out, the kind you could see, where your breath blossomed like a floating lotus in front of your face. It was the kind of cold where you couldn't tell if it was cloudy, or if the whole sky was just the color of clouds.
It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails ... bend corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve.
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
it was forty degrees outside.
Darlin', I'm rarely cold, especially when I'm near you.
It's amazing how good 50 and sunny feels after you've been bleeding in 12 with a wind chill of go fuck yourself.
Special kinda warm,
My bones are like cubes of ice clinking together, chilling me to my core.
She'd just gone ice princess on him. As an ice dragon himself, he knew something about frigid.
Mei made frigid look like a balmy day on the equator.
warm enough to be comfortable in only a shirt. "You look like
I was cold because nothing in my body was working as it should.
Tomorrow here is just like yesterday, warmed over.
Cold in the earth - and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring.
A pretty little minnow ... cool as rain, blue as heaven ...
what wind blows you here? nit an ill wind, I hope
Cold is hot, if you love it; hot is cold, if you hate it!
come much colder
Cold that I'm shivering. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't afraid. I don't want to die, and thanks to my parents - my
59/ I walk into Summerville and no matter what my mood is it instantly drops about thirty degrees.
She was so cold, she probably farted ice cubes.
You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul
It's cold. You should come inside.
How terrible it was that it should be spring, and everything cold-hearted, cold-hearted.
Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death
It was a bitter and biting iron-gray afternoon, that clanked like armor and was as cold as a frosty axehead.
Its 75 Degrees! In December!
itt was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling
I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me.
There's little in life that's so disheartening as constant cold.
How could she stay so cold when i am so damned hot?
It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.
Where are you, Fred? Because it's cold. There's snow in the wind.
My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.
It's already 95 degrees outside. Mississippi got the most unorganized weather in the nation.
If it's zero degrees outside today and it's supposed to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?
Most people would say I'm pretty cold, but I think of it more as ... private. People are always saying "how are you?" to each other, and I guess I don't see why I should answer such a personal question for just anyone.
What would be your first thought if you woke up naked, next to me in bed?"
"Huh ... it's kind of warm considering hell has just frozen over
Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.
You okay?" He moved past her into the kitchen and deposited his beer bottle in the sink. "You're all flushed."
"I'm fine," she said a little too quickly. "It's hot in here, that's all."
Oh sure. It was a little hot anywhere he was. The kitchen ... the living room ... the polar ice caps ...
Heat, ma am! It was so dreadful here that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
There is heat in freezing ... be a testament!
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater,
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails,
Oh hell, there he go again.
Empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.
Is it hot in here? I'm sweating like a Christian in science class.
It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes - cardigans and tights and leg warmers.
Weather in Afghanistan, 2000 degrees and cloudy. What the f-ck am I doing? I'm stuck on the weather channel. AHHH!
I brought you something. It's my sister's coat. It
gets cold in Nashville in the wintertime.
Inside, the air-conditioning was set to blizzard.
Ninety degrees but the heat made me feel safe, like walking under water.
In your hands winter ...
Cold has a thousand ways of moving in the world: on the sea it gallops like a troop of horses, on the countryside it falls like a swarm of locusts, in the cities like a knife-blade it slashes the streets and penetrates the chinks of unheated houses.
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
She blew in like a hard west wind, the kind that dropped a man's bones to zero, froze his hair to his skull, and clogged his eyes with ice.
Everything was eternally dreary, dismal, damned. Even the weather was insolent and bitchy.
Cold has its own taste. It tastes of a bitten tongue. It coils around you, a living thing, a beast that means to kill you, not with wrath, not with tooth nor claw, but with the mercy of surrender, with the kindness of letting you go gentle into the long night after such a burden of pain and misery.
Bully for you, chilly for me, got to get a raincheck on pain.
I'd kill for 'somewhat frosty.'
How much snow are they calling for?" "Somewhere between a lot and holy fuck.
You've such a lovely temperature.
It's hotter than a two-peckered alley cat up in here. Humidity must be close to a hundred.
I was freezing in that loincloth.
I glance over at Raffe for the hundredth time as I huddle with Pooky Bear beneath a coat that someone gave me. I'm shivering as if it's zero degrees, and no matter how much I hug myself, I can't get warm. I
I can be more cold than people would like me to be.
When it gets hot like this, you know what I do? I keep my undies in the ice box.
Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?
What's cooler than being cool?
Here I am frozen, when I deserve to burn.
The first thing you do when you get out to center field is put up your finger and check the wind chill factor.
The devil's breath is a cold as dantes hell.
It's the first time I've been cold for seven years. I was never cold playing rugby league.
It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales;
Winter is coming.
You're pale and you're cold, and you reek like steel.
I couldn't shed the cold; it clung to every bit of me.
Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk ... as strange, as still ...
A white moth flew ... Why am I grown
So cold?
I dragged my wife from our honeymoon in Africa and landed her in Ontario, Canada, when it was -40 degrees,
I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.
I can't exactly describe how I feel but it's not quite right. And it leaves me cold.
There's a bitter cold in me, a cold which comes from a distant land. And nothing ever really makes it warm. You knew of this cold. You tried a thousand times to melt it, and transform it to something more brilliant, but you never succeeded.
Frigidity is desire imagined by a woman who doesnt desire the man offering himself to her. Its the desire of a woman for a man who hasnt yet come to her, whom she doesnt yet know. Shes faithful to this stranger even before she belongs to him. Frigidity is the non-desire for whatever is not him.
What... is the wind in that door?
For over a long period of time there's little in life so disheartening as constant cold - not deep enough to kill, mayhap, but always there, stealing your energy and your will and your body-fat, an ounce at a time.
abysmally beshitted.
You're like a cold beer, darling, on a long hot summer night.
brutally air-conditioned library
I'm a cold winter morning, y'all Summer's Eve.
I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.
Winter, I wrote, was akin to living inside a refrigerator.
I am warm on the outside, what people see. Warm eyes, warm face, warm fucking fake smile, but inside I am cold all the time, and full of lies. I am not what I seem to be; I am awful.
What do you think of Chicago?
Well, the telephone operator woke me up today and said, 'Good morning, Miss Lee. It's eight o'clock, and three below zero.
It's about ladies, as usual. I'm telling the ladies I got the right temperature to keep them warm.
I've been dead for seven years, that's as warm as they get.
It was one of those Hobart spring nights, cold as charity, snow coming down hard on the mountain, the harbour a lather, sleet slapping and scratching at windows and tin roofs like a wild drunk who's been locked out.
The room was freezing. It smelled of people who had gone away to live other lives..
The bone-chillingingly cold air is still. Silent.
As for the coldness, I have never seen it like this. I mean, coldness that makes like it wants to kill you, like it's telling you, with its snow, that you should go back to where you came from.