#coldness

The interval between a cold expectation and a warm desire may be filled by expectations of varying degrees of warmth or by desires of varying degrees of coldness. ↗

— Samuel Alexander

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I was desperate really for people not to accuse me of coldness. It was taboo. ↗

— Thomas Dolby

#coldness #desperate #i #me #people

You know, that kind of coldness, you know. And I think, yeah, I think that definitely helped. The female characters on the show, you can see some of them wanting to know what makes him tick. And I guess that translates into some of the fans outside. You know? ↗

— Matt Robinson

#coldness #definitely #fans #female #female characters

YOUR COLD BLOOD CANNOT BE WORKED INTO A FEVER; YOUR VEINS ARE FULL OF ICE WATER; BUT MINE ARE BOILING, AND THE SIGHT OF SUCH CHILLNESS MAKES THEM DANCE. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#love #love

Love may be harder to find in some people, but when they do love you know it must be something marvelous. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bitterness #cold #coldness #difficulties #discernment

You overrate my capacity of love. I don't posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#love

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman. ↗

— Gaston Leroux

#despise #hate #love #love

When he returned, Edith was in bed with the covers pulled to her chin, her face turned upward, her eyes closed, a thin frown creasing her forehead. Silently, as if she were asleep, Stoner undressed and got into bed beside her. For several moments he lay with his desire, which had become an impersonal thing, belonging to himself alone. He spoke to Edith, as if to find a haven for what he felt; she did not answer. He punt his hand upon her and felt beneath the thin cloth of her nightgown the flesh he had longed for. He moved his hand upon her; she did not stir; her frown deepened. Again he spoke, saying her name to silence; then he moved his hand upon her, gentle in his clumsiness. When he touched the softness of her thighs she turned her head sharply away and lifted her arm to cover her eyes. She made no sound. ↗

— John Williams

#love #sex #love

For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#desire #emotion #neutrality #sentiment #sex

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs. ↗

— Roman Payne

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