But there was nothing but the cold, hard truth that loving someone and being loved back was only the beginning, not the end, of all the pain.
So tell me, Jane, are you cold?” His lips brushed hers and he said through a hot breath, “Or turned on?
What did I get in return? Coldness and emotional detachment. You are selfish and bitter and you wouldn’t know a good thing if it fell out of the sky at your feet.
As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.
Cheri grinned cockily at Pam and turned to Chelsea. “I figure my coffee won’t have time to get cold before this is over.
Caring about him was like trying to love a tree stump - a cold, mean-spirited paternalistic tree stump. With fungus.
She knew then that white was more than a color: It was a cold, pale shade of understanding that seems to take all of your hope away.
Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.
I love letting her know how much she means to me. A love in secret is but a shadow that’s cold and lonely.
I’ve felt alone, cold, and clothed in shame for too long. Let the sunlight be my blanket, wardrobe, and toilet paper.
The times have changed and now the story is old, but yet it all remains the same, a victim in the cold.
Sweetheart, I’ll be a Marine ‘til they bury my cold, dead, decrepit ass in the ground a good fifty or sixty years from now.
I'll put you in a jar on my shelf for a cold, rainy day when I need you the most.
My bedroom is a fridge with a window, because I can’t sleep unless it’s cold. I cuddle like warm meatloaf, but hardly ever with warm meatloaf.
77 degrees in the fall feels cold, and 77 degrees in the spring feels hot. That’s why I’m selling year-round-nudity for half-price.
Half my body is sunburned, and the other half is melted like ice cream. But at least my love for her is still cold.
Boxing gloves/oven mitts could be used to fight fires. My uppercut can knock you out cold, like melting ice. Sip it slowly.
If two of your films don't do well, people say you're out in the cold and your career is over. One film does well, and you've had the best year of your life! I don't believe in all that's written.
I felt the kind of peace you feel when you come in from a hot afternoon and pour cold water over your feet.
I won't cry. When the guilt is this heavy, you can't. It just settles and stays with you, and it's cold.
Dead tree branches rattled, the cold wind seethed, it prattled of abominations about to unfold. A lone wolf howled, the full moon it prowled, ready for evils untold.
