#froze

Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water. ↗

— Buffalo Bill

#days #eat #fire #frozen #go

In a sense, words are encyclopedias of ignorance because they freeze perceptions at one moment in history and then insist we continue to use these frozen perceptions when we should be doing better. ↗

— Edward de Bono

#better #continue #doing #freeze #frozen

You know what actors are like; they moisturize every night. They're frozen in time. ↗

— Danny Boyle

#every night #frozen #know #like #night

I haven't lived a perfect life. I have regrets. But that's from a lifetime of taking chances, making decisions, and trying not to be frozen. The only thing that I can do with my regrets is understand them. ↗

— Kevin Costner

#decisions #frozen #haven #i #i can

I used to think I had to stay frozen in time. No amount of Botox will keep up. ↗

— Sheena Easton

#botox #frozen #had #i #keep

A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#book #frozen #sea #serve #should

I have never coasted down a hill of frozen rain. ↗

— Duke Kahanamoku

#down #frozen #hill #i #never

We revolutionaries acknowledge the right to revolution when we see that the situation is no longer tolerable, that it has become a frozen. Then we have the right to overthrow it. ↗

— Ernst Toller

#become #frozen #longer #overthrow #revolution

It's a moment that I'm after, a fleeting moment, but not a frozen moment. ↗

— Andrew Wyeth

#fleeting #frozen #i #moment

I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath us. I kneel beside her and want desperately to weep. My throat tightens and my head aches. Everything hurts inside. But I have no way of releasing it. I’m locked up and hard as stone. “I’m sorry, Mamma,” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one, and set them over her, trying my best to protect her from the birds, the beasts, keep her safe as much as I can now. I pile the dark stones gently on her stomach, her arms, and over her face, until she becomes one with the mountain. I stand and study my work, feeling like the rocks are on me instead, then I leave the body for the forest and ice. ↗

— Rachel A. Marks

#burry #cold #dead #dead-and-gone #death