Icy Quotes

I'm icy, I'm icy. So icy, so icy.

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

Plutocracy.' It has a perfect nuance: chilly, inaccessible, icy-rich.

I always wear flat shoes, because I can't walk in anything else.

Not to like ice cream is to show oneself uninterested in food.

There is hope in honest error; none in the icy perfections of the mere stylist

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

It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes—cardigans and tights and leg warmers.

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.

When we deal with questions relating to principles of law and their applications, we do not suddenly rise into a stratosphere of icy certainty.

The icy precepts of respect.

When Robert Frost was alive, I was known as the other new England poet, which is to be barely known at all.

The ecclesiastical description of Hell is that of a horrible place of fire and torment; in Dante's Inferno, and in northern climes, it was thought to be an icy cold region, a giant refrigerator.

Thinking isn't agreeing or disagreeing. That's voting.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

Humor is the most engaging cowardice.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

Watch out for the icy patch

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

I don't think we ever clash but we do become frosty.

Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.

I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.

My fist so rocky and and wrist so icy, Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly, Feisty, claimin' hot temper don't ignite me, I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely

Milestone! This is a momentous occasion," he tells her cheerily. "It should be witnessed by a friend." She throws him an icy gaze, and he does a verbal back pedal. "Aaaand since no friends are present, I'll have to do.

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

Frost isn’t exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.

Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.

I haven't done an international film for a long time.

And Vishous. . . V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room. -Phury's thoughts

If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

[...]if you talk any more flummery to me, Frederica, I shall give you one of my—er—icy set-downs!”(Alverstoke)

I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.

Oh, Duty is an icy shadow!

I think I'm cold, indeed icy, hard. Then there's another reason, one that goes with my frankness: I don't put on act.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

At six o'clock we cleaned our cells, At seven all was still, But the sough and swing of a mighty wing The prison seemed to fill, For the Lord of Death with icy breath Had entered in to kill.

I love skiing fast. You're going 80 to 85 m.p.h. down an icy slope, and I love it.

"Watch it." he said at last. "I can make your life miserable." I gave him an icy smile. "You already have, and that's why i've got the advantage. You've done your worst - but you haven't seen what i can do yet."

In almost any situation, it is far more devastating to keep your icy cool while the other person gets herself in a flush-cheeked, teary-eyed hot mess yelling in your face.

I have begun writing what I have said I'd never write, a memoir ("I am not my own subject," I used to say with icy superiority).

The will, the will not ever to die, the refusal to resign oneself to death, ceaselessly builds the house of life while the keen blasts and icy winds of reason unceasingly batter at the structure and beat it down.

Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours.
But if they did not blot out the past in this manner,
life for them would lose all dignity and they could never resist the fatal familiarities to which they once submitted.