I use blankets like armor for cold.
The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.
Technology is cold, find a real hand to hold.
You have to have a somewhat cold heart to be a writer.
In a way, everything concerning a movie leaves me cold.
I grew up in Boston, so it's a nice change to be cold after living in California.
Life is cold. People stay warm through the intimacy of a story.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
Traditional market researchers are cold and calculating and scientific.
I take off my makeup with Ponds cold cream, and then I wash myself with gentle soap and water, and that's it.
Usually older players, late in the season, start to get cold.
[first lines] Kim: Snuggle in, sweetie. It's cold out there.
Being an athlete in a cold-weather sport is really difficult to deal with the asthma.
My last meal on Earth, I would love it to be a bowl of blueberries with cold cream.
It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
Not Waving but Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart g...
Everything established, settled, everything to do with home and order and the common ground, has crumbled into dust and has been swept away in the general upheaval and reorganization of the whole of society. The whole human way of life has been destr...
It was like walking into another world. While the mansion was bright, warm, comfy and filled with sound and color, the outside was dark, cold, colorless and devoid of people. I found myself standing beside Thomas in the street. The paved road felt so...
Cold summer night The night is silence But your voice is shouting My mind reminiscing Your love is lacking The night is cold Longing of your arms I need your heat And your gone The dawn is immenent I'm dreaming of you My eyes are crying I'm missing y...
As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The su...
For the Wife Beater's Wife With blue irises her face is blossomed. Blue Circling to yellow, circling to brown on her cheeks. The long bone of her jaw untracked She hides in our kitchen. He sleeps it off next door. Her chicken legs tucked under her Sh...
