Top 1200 Cold Outside Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

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

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.

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

But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.

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

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

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

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

If you see one cold and vehement at the same time, set him down for a fanatic.

Marmalade in the morning has the same effect on taste buds that a cold shower has on the body.

It was very cold in jail. But inmates were good. They shared their stories with me.

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

Just another cold, misty morning inviting, "want to go again?"

I only felt a cold wind blow while I tried to hang on to the past.

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

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

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

Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs' tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hid like snipers, taking aim now and again when clouds gave them a loophole. Winter was an easy time for him to hide his secrets, for each dark street patted his shoulder and became a friend, and the gaseous eye of each lamp glowed unwinking as he passed.

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

It is impossible to comfort men's hearts with the love of God when their feet are perishing with cold.

When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold.

I wanted to do things to Richard that would make the sun grow cold with horror.

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids, in fact it's cold as hell.

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

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

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

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

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

When you get back into the editing suite in the cold light of day, the written stuff is better.

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

My energy flagged because of heavy cold but the guys took up the slack.

My grandfather invented the cold air balloon... But it never really took off.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

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

Meditation is not contemplation because it is not thinking at all - consistent, inconsistent, crazy, sane. It is not thinking at all; it is witnessing. It is just sitting silently deep within yourself, looking at whatsoever is happening inside and outside both. Outside there is traffic noise, inside there is also traffic noise - the traffic in the head. So many thoughts - trucks and buses of thoughts and trains and airplanes of thoughts, rushing in every direction. But you are simply sitting aloof, unconcerned, watching everything with no evaluation.

The United States particularly abandoned Liberia after the end of the Cold War.

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

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

Origins are of the greatest importance. We are almost reconciled to having a cold when we remember where we caught it.

Come on boys! Give them the cold steel! Who will follow me?

When you see me on TV as Stone Cold Steve Austin, that's definitely a part of my personality.

but the real enemy is the cold. It steals up on you quieter than Will, and at first you shiver and your teeth chatter and you stamp your feet and dream of mulled wine and nice hot fires. It burns, it does. Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it. It's easier just to sit down ot go to sleep. They say you don't feel any pain toward the end. First you go weak and drowsy, and everything starts to fade, and then it's like sinking into a sea of warm milk. Peaceful, like.

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

I actually have no aspirations to ride a motorcycle ever again. It's exhausting. You get cold.

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

It might seem that this knowledge is cold, devoid of emotion, empty. This is another illusion.

Trying to out-guess Bonaparte; the thought makes my blood run cold.

What once was cuddled must learn to kiss The cold wonn's mouth. That's all the mystery.

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

Truth is cold and hard but it is also the first step on the path to hope and salvation.

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

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

Cold, hungry, scared as hell inside, but too damn brave to admit it.

Being an athlete in a cold-weather sport is really difficult to deal with the asthma.

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

Technological change is essential, but to a natural historian it often feels cold and distancing.

I actually have no aspirations to ride a motorcycle ever again. Its exhausting. You get cold.

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

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