#cold

So when you're cold From the inside out And don't know what to do, Remember love and friendship, And warmth will come to you. ↗

— Stephen Cosgrove

#friendship #lesson #friendship

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold. ↗

— Ogden Nash

#children #cold #common #composed #family

They say blood is thicker than water, but I say ice, can be more solid than blood, when times get cold. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#cold #family #friends #ice #support

I have lived at Cold Mountain These thirty long years. Yesterday I called on friends and family: More than half had gone to the Yellow Springs. Slowly consumed, like fire down a candle; Forever flowing, like a passing river. Now, morning, I face my lone shadow: Suddenly my eyes are bleared with tears. ↗

— Gary Snyder

#han-shan #family

The climate of Barrow is Arctic. Temperatures range from cold as shit to fucking freezing. ↗

— Steve Niles

#cold #humor #humor

Written up in marker on a factory sign: I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine ↗

— Coldplay

#inspirational #life #song-lyrics #struggle #inspirational

You're cold, Virginia. How have you let yourself become so cold? ↗

— Kathryn Wesley

#life

La vida tiene varias dimensiones pero estamos condenados a elegir e ignorar las demás. Estamos condenados a sentir que, por bien que estemos, nuestra elección fue incorrecta. Estamos condenados a vivir con alguien mientras deseamos día tras día a otros. Estamos condenados a mentir, a dar besos fríos, a seguir dando golpes en la oscuridad fingiendo una pasión que se fue hace años. ¿Por qué lo hacemos? El miedo a aceptar el fracaso podría ser una de las razones. ↗

— Efraim Medina Reyes

#deseo #fracaso #life #pasión #passion

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

— Adam Sedgwick

#day #material #materialism #philosophy #present

She found him standing before the water staring unseeing at its frozen surface. He was shivering. She watched him doubtfully for a moment. “Po,” she said to his back, “where’s your coat?” “Where’s yours?” She moved to stand beside him. “I’m warm.” He tilted his head to her. “If you’re warm and I’m coatless, there’s only one friendly thing for you to do.” “Go back and get your coat for you?” He smiled. Reaching out to her, he pulled her close against him. Katsa wrapped her arms around him, surprised, and tried to rub some warmth into his shivering shoulders and back. “That’s it exactly,” Po said. “You must keep me warm.” She laughed and held him tighter. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#love #love