Top 1200 Cold Morning Quotes & Sayings - Page 19

My heart beats, echoes into the cold streets where nightmares and darkness begin to meet.

The intense atom glows A moment, then is quenched in a most cold repose.

Sitting in cold wet britches for an hour was no fun even in a magic kingdom.

The world is growing old;Who would not be at rest and freeWhere love is never cold?

By the cold Darwinian logic of natural selection, evolution codifies happenstance into strategy.

I always enjoy Oslo. It's a beautiful city, especially on a cold winter day.

In Minneapolis, the overhead sky walks protect pedestrians from the winter cold and snow.

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

A cold atheistical materialism is the tendency of the so-called material philosophy of the present day.

An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.

Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.

While I'm acting, I'm a professional, and then I don't break into cold sweat for whatsoever reason.

I had a minor in Russian history, and this was at the time when the big Cold War was going on.

Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.

I believe in saying the truth, coming out with it cold, shocking if necessary, not disguising it.

Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost!

Egg nog. Because nothing satisfies like a cold glass of eggs.

It's the height of the Cold War, but I grew up in apolitical family and politics wasn't on the agenda.

The demonstrators in Ukraine will persevere and succeed, or grow tired, cold and fade.

I used to be cold and emotionless. I believe the disease I was born with made me that way.

If you're going to stop masturbating, you can't taper off. You've got to quit, cold jerky!

I have never connected with 'Gone With the Wind.' 'Lawrence of Arabia' leaves me cold.

A little bit of mercy makes the world less cold and more just.

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up, it knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter whether you're the lion or a gazelle-when the sun comes up, you'd better be running.

It is a rare photographer who can take a detached, cold-blooded view of his work.

I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.

This is what it is to live in the world. You have to give yourself over to the cold, at least a little bit.

One cold wintry day in London, I was dreaming about salad nicoise—one of my favorites.

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

For it ne sits not unto fresh May Forto be coupled to cold January.

Friends are like coals in a fire - together, they glow; apart, they grow cold.

The wife of a self-admirer must expect a very cold and negligent husband.

That's what dessert means to me: a dollop of sweet love in an otherwise cold world.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

He's computerized, but I won't let him come on cold. I created KITT. I understand the personality of the car.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

When you're working on a lake and it's dark and cold out and you can't see what's underwater, it is freaking scary!

Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.

The oil sequence was about two or three days. It was very cold and was snowing.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

Joy Division sounded like Manchester: cold, sparse and, at times, bleak.

Today's warm houses will be the cold ruins in the very distant future!

And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. "Salutations!" said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. "Salu-what?" he cried. "Salutations!" repeated the voice. "What are they, and where are you?" screamed Wilbur. "Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?" "Salutations are greetings," said the voice. "When I say 'salutations,' it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.

THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It literally knocked her down at night, and raised her up in the morning, for when she dragged herself off to bed, having spent another day without his presence, her heart beat like a gloved fist against her ribs. And in the morning, long before she was fully awake, she felt a longing so bitter and tight it yanked her out of a sleep swept clean of dreams.

Eventually, when I retire, I can say I've played at the Britannia Stadium on a Wednesday at 7 P. M. in the cold and wind.

In some ways, the '60s were a reaction to the '50s and the intensity of the Cold War.

Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

I've never had a cold Christmas, as I always spend it back home in Australia.

As I glow in this cold, dark night, I know I can't be a light unless I turn my face to You.

Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.

Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.

Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.

For me, Bloodshot was the least appealing character that Valiant had. He was so cold.

Most people know more as they get older: I give all that the cold shoulder.

Empty and cold, but it keep me alive. I gave it my soul, so that I could survive.

Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!