Cold - Quotes
Affection, acceptance, and unconditional love. We all want it. We all look for it. But when we find it it`s flat-out terrifying. Because just as quickly as we may have found it it can disappear. And we`re back out there in the cold, alone.
We are the angry and the desperate
The hungry, and the cold
We are the ones...
I don`t mind,
If your hands a little cold.
Cause I`m alive,
But I got no way to go.
There’s nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.
Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed - sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it`s going to be.
After I got to know the cold separation, the blooming spring doesn’t come anymore
Cherry blossoms fall like snowflakes, it’s cold here
Sunshine falls like a snowstorm, it’s only cold for me
If I touch anything, it freezes so I’m afraid to hold your hand
Because if you come close to me, your heart might catch a cold too
I'll run after you even when my legs are broken
Running after shadows, even your darkness
I'll become the shade that protects you
even when my body turns cold
I can bear it all, even the nightmares
If you can`t come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart.
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.
Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
Prayer is a relationship; half the job is mine. If I want transformation, but can`t even be bothered to articulate what, exactly, I`m aiming for, how will it ever occur? Half the benefit of prayer is in the asking itself, in the offering of a clearly posed and well-considered intention. If you don`t have this, all your pleas and desires are boneless, floppy, inert; they swirl at your feet in a cold fog and never lift.
How often people speak of art and science as though they were two entirely different things, with no interconnection. An artist is emotional, they think, and uses only his intuition; he sees all at once and has no need of reason. A scientist is cold, they think, and uses only his reason; he argues carefully step by step, and needs no imagination. That is all wrong. The true artist is quite rational as well as imaginative and knows what he is doing; if he does not, his art suffers. The true scientist is quite imaginative as well as rational, and sometimes leaps to solutions where reason can follow only slowly; if he does not, his science suffers.
I don`t like these cold, precise, perfect people, who, in order not to speak wrong, never speak at all, and in order not to do wrong, never do anything.