Quotes of Icy - somelinesforyou

“ The weather became so intensely cold that we sent for all the hunters who had remained out with captain Clarke's party, and they returned in the evening several of them frostbitten. ”

- Meriwether Lewis

“ October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces. ”

- J. K. Rowling

“ Gone is the blinding glow in his hands - gone, too, is the illusion of purity and beauty! In it's place all that remains is mind-numbing, spine-chilling reality. ”

- Dave Sim

“ St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold. ”

- John Keats

“ He seems to have gone to his icebox, pulled out all the cold obsessions, mixed them in a bowl, beat too lightly and baked too long. ”

- John Leonard

“ Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we'd all have frozen to death. ”

- Mark Twain

“ Sound itself appeared to be frozen up, all was so cold and still. ”

- Charles Dickens

“ Revenge is a dish best served cold. ”

- Juvenal

“ The first four months of writing the book, my mental image is scratching with my hands through granite. My other image is pushing a train up the mountain, and it's icy, and I'm in bare feet. ”

- Mary Higgins Clark

“ The only way to amuse some people is to slip and fall on an icy pavement. ”

- Edgar Watson Howe

“ Oh! Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart's sanctuary. ”

- Augusta Jane Evans

“ Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling and havoc-wreaking. ”

- Gustave Flaubert

“ The church is near but the road is icy; the bar is far away but I'll walk carefully. ”

- Unknown

“ And as I looked up, I was gazing on a hill, and in my spine I felt an icy, icy chill. And as I looked upon him, my heart was filled with fear. I was looking at a man sporting a funny crown, three nails, and a spear. ”

- Nate Ramer

“ You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen… ”

- Ernest Hemingway
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