There was enough ice.So I thought. For my drink.When I used it all,I cut her heart out and used it instead.I never ran out of ice that night.
MrinaalMots clés pain love women emotions heartbreak cold
Words are dead, until action brings them life.
Anthony LiccioneMots clés dead cold still breathless frozen asleep stationary immobile paralyzed static defunct lifeless stock-still transfixed unmoving words-without-action
I feel ill,” he announced. “I’m going to bed, where I may die.” He tottered piteously to the stairs. “Bury me beside Mrs. Pentstemmon,” he croaked as he went up then to bed.
Diana Wynne JonesMots clés cold howl-s-moving-castle
Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.
Shannon CelebiMots clés dark water swimming coldness cold blanket swim swimmer
Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their veins in ice and fire
Fear contended with desire.
Agued once like me were they,
But I like them shall win my way
Lastly to the bed of mould
Where there's neither heat nor cold.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the suffocating night.
Mots clés fear death fight night fire desire heat inner-conflict cold ice fire-and-ice
I don't know is she loves me anymore, or if she hates me, or if she just don't care one way or the other, she ain't showing a thing to me since. Sooth, friendly, nothing. It's all I deserve after what I did to her.
Lisa ReardonThe heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.
Benjamin Alire SáenzMots clés winter cold desolation sad-truth jaded lonley
Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the draughts of night that poured their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze, there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter.
("The Wendigo")
Mots clés canada winter forest camping woods cold
The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.
Stephen KingMots clés melancholy loneliness light secret winter wind lonely comfort snow cold warmth exhilaration
In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.
Ben AaronovitchMots clés winter cold good-book
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