Cold Air Quotes
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Cold Air Quotes & Sayings
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                                    The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.                                
                                                        — Raymond Chandler
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt.                                
                                                        — Heather O'Neill
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Parsefall did not love fresh air. In his experience, it was apt to be cold.                                
                                                        — Laura Amy Schlitz
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.                                
                                                        — Patricia Cornwell
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew.                                
                                                        — Lev Grossman
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The bone-chillingingly cold air is still. Silent.                                
                                                        — Andrew Anastasios
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The angling fever is a very real disease and can only be cured by the application of cold water and fresh, untainted air.                                
                                                        — Theodore Gordon
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I don't mean to say it's not fresh on the space station, but there's nothing like new, cold air coming into the capsule.                                
                                                        — Scott Kelly
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    There is a chill air surrounding those who are down in the world, and people are glad to get away from them, as from a cold room.                                
                                                        — George Eliot
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I wanted to like 'Up in the Air' - I like Jason Reitman - but Vera Farmiga left me cold.                                
                                                        — Andy Kindler
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!                                
                                                        — William Faulkner
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.                                
                                                        — Katherine McIntyre
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    But I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.                                
                                                        — Evan Peters
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Her screams spiraled up into the night air                                
                                                        — Holly Black
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I'm not sure whether he's looking for a frozen dinner or just taking advantage of the free cold air.                                
                                                        — Lauren Oliver
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness.                                
                                                        — John Green
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    It is deep winter with shivering cold air, but my heart is dancing with joy and spring flowers.                                
                                                        — Debasish Mridha
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it's all
hahhhh. — Thomas Pynchon
                                				
        		        				hahhhh. — Thomas Pynchon
				                                                            
                                    Without a musket to raise, a barricade to storm, a flag to wave, the question hit me in the face like the cold air: 'Who am I?'                                
                                                        — Gary Ackerman
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    I wait in the cold air where his body was.                                
                                                        — Jandy Nelson
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.                                
                                                        — Donna Lynn Hope
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    There can be no possible question that cold is felt much more keenly in the thin air of nineteen thousand feet than it is below.                                
                                                        — Hudson Stuck
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The shouting came to a halt, replaced by a tense silence that hung in the air like a fog on a cold winter morning. The                                
                                                        — Nicolajayne Taylor
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The pale sword came shivering through the air                                
                                                        — George R R Martin
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Her soul was as cold as the air that bit through London in winter, her grief a shadow to the vengeance ...                                
                                                        — Michelle Zink
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    It's spring giving way to summer, balmy air smelling of roses, hot skin meeting the cold shock of the ocean, starry nights as warm as kisses.                                
                                                        — Sarah McCarry
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    No issue is more compelling than the air we breathe, be it hot or cold, be it hawk or human.                                
                                                        — Jack Nicholson
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.                                
                                                        — Margaret Atwood
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I now understand why people sometimes describe the air as 'bitter cold'. The cold is not bitter. They are bitter about the cold.                                
                                                        — Taylor Jenkins Reid
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    When I was drowning, she became my air. In the cold, she became my warmth. In the dark, she became my light.                                
                                                        — A Meredith Walters
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The motor hums away outside, and the cold air is forced through narrow tubing that enters through a small                                
                                                        — Drew Boyd
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.                                
                                                        — Stephen King