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Nothing burns like the cold.
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cold
winter
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George R.R. Martin |
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They wore their strange beauty like war paint.
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beauty
cold
different
strange
strength
strong
unique
vampire
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Holly Black |
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And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing... this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea...
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cold
numb
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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I don't just use yarn from a store. I buy old sweaters from consignment shops. The older the better, and unravel them. There are countries of women in this scarf/shawl/blanket. Soon it will be big enough to keep me warm.
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cold
eating-disorders
warm
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
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cold
england
fog
seasons
summer
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Rudyard Kipling |
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Never Forget Who You Are Beacause Its Like Forgetingg Water Is Wet,The Sun Is Bright,Snow Is Cold.Its Rudunent.
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because
bright
cold
forget
forgeting
is
its
like
never
rudunent
snow
sun
the
water
wet
who
you
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Andrew Fukuda |
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We experience a discomfort that may be foreign to others, but that pain opens up a world of beauty. Wouldn't you think?
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cold
pain
winter
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Craig Thompson |
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For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.
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cold
eyes
morpheus
neil-gaiman
night
sandman
star
stars
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Susanna Clarke |
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"They said you were hard and cold and unfeeling." "But it's true...I am, in the sense they mean--only have they ever told you in just what sense they mean it?" "What did they mean about you?" "Whenever anyone accuses some person of being 'unfeeling,' he means that that person is just. He means that that person has no causeless emotions and will not grant him a feeling which he does not deserve. He means that .'to feel' is to go against reason, against moral values, against reality." --
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cold
dagny-taggart
emotions
feel
reason
unemotional
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Ayn Rand |
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It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear.
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cold
fear
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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He thought perhaps it was a woman's way, to come out of such a storm of emotion and pain as if she were a ship emerging onto calm seas. She had seemed, not at peace, but emptied of sorrow. As if she had run out of that particular emotion and no other one arose to take its place.
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cold
depression
devastation
disappointment
emotion
empty
numb
pain
peace
sadness
ship
sorrow
storm
tragedy
way
woman
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Robin Hobb |
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Winters are a desolate time where all senses are wiped away, and here in Canada, this is especially true. All smells are sucked clean from the air, leaving only a harsh, icy crispness. Colours are stripped away, leaving a stark white landscape, a sky which stays black at night and gray in the day, a world of only three shades. Stay outside too long, and your hands will get so cold that they'll go numb and turn red, like the claws of a lobster. During a whiteout, even sight itself is reduced to nothingness.
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canada
cold
color
frigid
frost
frozen
landscape
lobster
nature
shades
sky
winter
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Rebecca McNutt |
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But I felt that it was my heart which was broken. Something had broken in me to make me so cold and so perfectly still and far away.
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cold
detached
dissociation
distant
giovanni-s-room
heartbroken
james-baldwin
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James Baldwin |
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... the city around us seemed colder than ever again, and I realised that even if it really had sensed something going on, it certainly didn't care. It moved forward again. I could feel it. I could almost hear it laugh and taste it. Close. Watching. Mocking. And it was cold, so cold, as it watched my sister bleeding at the back of our house.
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close
cold
mocking
sensed
watching
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Markus Zusak |
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The day I arrived in Yakutsk with my colleague Peter Osnos of The Washington Post, it was 46 below. When our plane landed, the door was frozen solidly shut, and it took about half an hour for a powerful hot-air blower- standard equipment at Siberian airports- to break the icy seal. Stepping outside was like stepping onto another planet, for at those low temperatures nothing seems quite normal. The air burns. Sounds are brittle. Every breath hovers in a strangle slow-motion cloud, adding to the mist of ice that pervades the city and blurs the sun. When the breath freezes into ice dust and falls almost silently to the ground, Siberians call it the whisper of stars.
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cold
forty-below
russia
siberia
winter
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David K. Shipler |
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It was a large store and i did not like to go in it because its brightness was cold, like sunlight on distant ice.
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cold
coolness
store
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Chaim Potok |