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Like electricity running through her body or the thick velvet of magic making everything tingle; she was hot and cold and shivering from both, her sense in total overload.
- City of Ghosts
I could feel parts of my body that had never sweated before break out in nervous droplets.
He is shivering, probably going into deep shock.
If you do not feel the bitter cold inside you when you look at the poor trembling out of cold, it means you are lack of compassion; in other words, you are lack of everything!
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear
My soul had the flu.
My scalp tingled like Christmas candy on a cold tongue.
There are times when the midsummer sun strikes cold, and when the leaping flames of a hearthfire give no heat. Times when the chill within us comes not from fears we know, but from fears unknown-and forever unknowable.
The look only lasted a second, but it chilled me more than the freezing wind.
I felt the breath of God go cold on my skin.
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.
I don't know if it was the excitement that did it, but by the time we started our tiptoe across the icy, rutted skid yard to that shed Priya had quit shivering, but I was trembling like a marriage license in a young man's hand.
I find it's the coldest threats that reach the deepest. Out in the marshes I'd made a dead man run in terror, with nothing more than what I keep inside. It occurred to me that what scared the dead might worry the living a piece too. Sir
It was a chilly sensation, growing up.
My fear fell from me as if it had been a vaporous garment which dissolved in the warmth.
amazement, shading into dismay; a shallow horror sensation that cold springs of personal fear swiftly deepened.
The wind was picking up, and the Scarecrow shivered.
Shallow are the souls that have forgotten how to shudder
Later in the morning Miranda opened her wardrobe and found it full of clammy ghosts that hovered around her body when she put them on. The cold trickled down in the gaps between the material and her chest. Scarecrow girl. She felt proud and nauseous, chosen and moulded by hands that froze.
I shiver with anger and hold on to the beautiful strength of this clean emotion
You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul
Something hot rolled over in my stomach. It felt like uneasiness that maybe shared a condo wall with terror. And maybe arousal lived a couple of doors down.
his torchlight Jason suddenly felt very scared. A chill passed through his body and he shivered. Special
Frozen by fear. Not able to move. Your mind screaming
I shiver and Tom wakes. It's light enough to see his eyes open.
"Are you cold?" he says. "Baby, are you cold?"
He turns so that his arms are around me again. Baby, are cold?-and the ball of hurt inside me swells.
He found his shivers receding as his resolve grew. It really wasn't that cold. The fear and horror of his night in the forest had left a mark on him, a mark that might never fade, but he would face it and overcome it. There was no other choice.
My eyes flickered back and forth. Sweat beaded on my forehead and I felt the fluid suffuse my palms, a bastion of warm comfort in a moment of primal terror.
It was the sort of cold that followed you inside, that searched your clothes for gaps and penetrated you slowly, until it crept into your heart and chilled your blood.
My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.
Stephen, why are you shivering?'
'I don't know, my darling.'
'Mary, why are you crying?'
'I don't know, Stephen.'
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Fear made you cold. It made you tremble. Anger made you hot. It made you want to hurt someone.
I've been up, down, trying to get the feeling again. All around, trying to get the feeling again. The one that makes me shiver, made my knees start to quiver.
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
Goose bumps happen when your soul is close to you, breathing lightly on the back of your neck, and wakes you up.
My hands twitch as they tremble and every nerve and muscle in my body is frozen - numb.
A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.
I shivered as the cold was all encompassing, not just from being outdoors, but from being read as well. He had a way of seeing through me. It was as unnerving as it was bonding and I couldn't figure out how the two could co-exist.
The thought sent chills running down her spine.
Or, Cameron supposed, maybe the chill had something to do with the fact that she was still standing in the air-conditioned hallway wearing nothing but her T-shirt and underwear.
Classy.
That arctic blast you're feeling? it's the chill coming off my cold shoulder
The ice inside me melts. Suddenly, I'm burning up and terrified, scared I'll be too weak to resist.
Scratch that - I'm petrified I've already given in.
She felt frozen all over again but in a different way. It wasn't icy water. It was fear.
I used to get a shiver if I thought about holding balloons, because I was scared of floating away.
For no magic frightens a cold heart more than the threat of feeling that which it inflicts.
in spite of the cold, this ash tree does not shy
from shrugging off its coat, sloping its nude
shoulders to the night. So, you said, undo,
unbutton, unclasp, slowly remove. Let down your
hair, breathe out. Stand stark in this room until
we remember how not to feel the chill.
Love was to blame for this. Because when love ends, the cold is what you're left with.
It was all I needed to feel.
The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones.
Fear is a desolate boneyard where our dreams go to desiccate in the hot sun. This
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.
I felt the breath of God go cold against my skin.
Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.
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
To free our body from fear what we need is the glorious experience of the soul.
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. A spark flew off Arnold and shook me, like a chill. I wanted to cry; I felt very odd. I had fallen into a new way of being happy.
senseless, senseless coughs of emotion
I can't exactly describe how I feel but it's not quite right. And it leaves me cold.
It is as though horror has frozen the blood in my veins, paralyzed my arms, and torn all thought from my brain with the swipe of a paw. I sit there, flying on, and continue to stare, as though mesmerised, at the Cauldron on my left.
That feeling when you're so cold you'd give anything to be warm - I've had it before, literally huddled around a candle flame on an ice sheet.
I don't feel anything. Not even fear. Can you tell me what to feel, Isaac?" His throat spasmed, then he licked his lips. "It's emotional Morphine," he said finally. "Just go with it." And that was it. That's all we said for that night.
I'm cold, Religiously cold.
O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
Spiritual infirmities such as tepidity are caused, not only by chills but also by fevers, that is, by excessive zeal.
Nothing paralyzes quite like fear.
eternally scared
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.
That night my new skin was red silk, shivering in the breeze.
The nip that twitches through your blood is the chill of the sudden suspicion that you are a stranger in a strange land.
frightening? Vigdis A. panted
His eyes sent coldness deep under my skin, where it spread like a stain. "Domenico,
I'm still afraid to sleep - too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.
His knowingness made him cold.
The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.
Coldness went marching up his arms like the feet of evil fairies.
A bubble of fear passes up my spine. It's the feeling of standing on ice and suddenly hearing it crack under your weight - both thrilling and terrifying together.
The cold was a shock. The cold hurt my lungs, and the harsh wind beating against my skin caused me to shake. I wondered if humans ever went outside. They must have been insane if they did.
As a child I was afraid of death. I was not afraid to die, but every time I thought of death I shuddered.
I've been to the dentist a thousand times so I know the drill
I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair
But somehow I still get the chills
This is what men risk so much for; this shiver, this acute heat and desire. This is what they think eternity feels like.
In my soaked condition, it was freezing cold. It felt wonderful, and I had visions of ice-coated mosquitoes falling off my raincoat. Uttering little gaspy screams.
I was shaking all over, and it wasn't from the vampire. Memories have teeth, too.
My body froze and my heart raced, as I let rip with a breathless scream. It felt like I was being stabbed by hundreds of tiny ice daggers, as the filthy surge ran down my legs and flooded my boots. I clung to the ladder, shaking and shivering, all the while cursing the abominable English climate. I
Horror's a worm that needs to be coughed out before it breeds.
Right before a person freezes to death, he suddenly feels nice and warm.
Tell me Zach." I don't know if it was the wind or the adrenaline, but I shivered. "And don't lie to me.
I'm delirious," said Howl. "Spots are crawling before my eyes."
"Those are spiders," said Sophie. "Why can't you cure yourself with a spell?"
"Because there is no cure for a cold," Howl said dolefully.
The Tower trembles; the worlds shudder in their courses. The rose feels a chill, as of winter.
Cold-blooded? Oh, no. This man suddenly burned.
A chill crawls up Miriam's spine. A parade of baby spiders.
After a while the fear became a constant, cold companion, a simple fact of existence.
The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.
Her skin was warm and I could feel her heartbeat through her fingertips slowing as her heart struggled to keep her alive. Her body was trembling and I could sense the fear and pain she was experiencing. She did not deserve this. A lamb for the slaughter in this nightmare of monsters.
My hands felt electrically charged. My blood was ready to burst from my veins and my heart was beating a manic rhythm. I was frightened out of my wits but I was catching a familiar, addictive adrenaline wave. I was ready to taunt the reaper.
I am too sick to lay down
the sidewalks frighten me
the whole damned city frightens me,
what I will become
what I have become
frightens me.
Terror finally becomes almost
bearable
but never quite
terror creeps like a cat
crawls like a cat
across my mind
You don't look sweaty." "I showered," said Bonnie. "But my core body temperature is still quite high." "You'll catch a chill," said Madeline. "No I won't," said
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world.
My bones are like cubes of ice clinking together, chilling me to my core.
spasm of horror, which
His words clip out like bullets from a gun - sharp, staccato, shiver-inducing.
The quivering
of Psyche's butterflies.