#cold

Michigan isn't just cold in December; it's artic. ↗

— Daniel Milstein

#december #icy #michigan #midwest #dreams

Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm. ↗

— Anna Seward

#cold #dissolve #each #fading #fair

I wanted a good place to settle: Cold Mountain would be safe. Light wind in a hidden pine - Listen close - the sound gets better. Under it a gray haired man Mumbles along reading Huang and Lao. For ten years I havn't gone back home I've even forgotten the way by which I came. ↗

— Gary Snyder

#han-shan #home

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

#cold #coldness #december #february #forest

I know it's not thematically in tune with my new job and all, but I find it effective. Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day," I say. "But set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett. I live by it. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #terry-pratchett #life

... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#always #arbell #around #breath #breeze

With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cold #commitment #devotion #dying #exhale

Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure. ↗

— Emily Wing Smith

#best-friend #cold #rain #soak #love

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman! ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#unrequited-love #love

This is what I think, but I don't say the words because the counterpoint of yes and no, love and hate, fear and longing, the need to tear down and the need to build up are synonymous and one. ↗

— Robert Vivian

#love