A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
. . and I imagine that, though cold and haughty in her general demeanor, and even exacting in her requirements, she has strong affections for those who can reach them . . .
(n.) The state or quality of being cold.
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.
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 co...
I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.
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!
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear
Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled
fear of change is like standing under a hot shower and knowing the moment you'll turn it off you'll be freezing cold
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'...
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.
They're so cold, these scholars!May lightning strike their foodso that their mouths learn howto eat fire!
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.
To keep a warm heart in winter is the real victory.
Even though it's dark and cold there is always a shade of light.
Gillman smiles, in the cold manner of an assassin. It's like looking in the mirror.
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 ze...
I don't know what's worse by number in America, the vacant houses standing, or the homeless people falling into them.
Let a kind word warm you when your thoughts turn cold
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