Quotes about Cold
When I let my heart grow cold, my preaching is cold; and when it is confused, my preaching is confused; and so I can often observe also in the best of my hearers, that when I have grown cold in preaching, they have grown cold too; and the next prayers which I have heard from them have been too like my preaching. We are the nurses of Christ's little ones. If
— Richard Baxter
Neighbors are competitors instead of partners, suspicious instead of trustful, indifferent instead of helpful, cold instead of loving, greedy instead of generous. We no longer consider ourselves living in neighborhoods, but only as living next to 'hoods.'
— Mother Angelica
It is the worst time in history to be a backslider. It is the worst time ever to be cold in heart and stupid and go and do your own thing.
— Bill Johnson
She may doubt your sincerity or turn a cold shoulder to your attempts at sacrificial love.
— Tony Evans
Passion has helped us; but can do so no more. It will in future be our enemy. Reason, cold, calculating, unimpassioned reason, must furnish all the materials for our future support and defence.
— Abraham Lincoln
I felt the breath of God go cold against my skin.
— Barbara Kingsolver
So because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to vomit you out of My mouth!
— Revelation 3:16
I simply felt that he lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access, and I had the sense that his loneliness was not merely the result of his personal plight, tragic as I guessed that to be, but had in it, as Harmon Gow had hinted, the profound accumulated cold of many Starkfield winters
— Edith Wharton
In winter when the snow and ice were fierce, we shook beneath our different roofs alone, and that's what Hell is like, I think. It's cold and shame and shaking. And worst of all, it's loneliness.
— Frederick Buechner
The frolic architecture of the snow.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow,
— Job 6:16
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside which is like the cold of space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.
— Hilaire Belloc