ice

As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of the world.

Take it all in all, I do not believe anybody on Earth has it worse than an Emperor penguin.

Others, I am not the first,Have willed more mischief than they durst:If in the breathless night I tooShiver now, 'tis nothing new.More than I, if truth were told,Have stood and sweated hot and cold,And through their veins in ice and fireFear contended with desire.Agued once like me were they,But I like them shall win my wayLastly to the bed of mouldWhere there's neither heat nor cold.But from my grave across my browPlays no wind of healing now,And fire and ice within me fightBeneath the suffocating night.

Fear melts like ice when we allow love's divine light to shine upon our ignorance.

He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.

Outside the window, there slides past that unimaginable and deserted vastness where night is coming on, the sun declining in ghastly blood-streaked splendour like a public execution across, it would seem, half a continent, where live only bears and shooting stars and the wolves who lap congealing ice from water that holds within it the entire sky. All white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never to be used or touched. Horrors! And, as on a cyclorama, this unnatural spectacle rolls past at twenty-odd miles an hour in a tidy frame of lace curtains only a little the worse for soot and drapes of a heavy velvet of dark, dusty blue.

I? I am the wind,_ said Thowra. __ come, I pass, and I am gone._ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: __nd are your sons the same?_ __y son is the lightning that strikes through the black night. My grandson is light that pierces the dark sky at dawning._ __h,_ said the first emu, __nd we know your daughter is the snow that falls softly from above and clothes the world in white. You want but the rainbow _ that is and was and never will be, and is yet the promise of life _ and the glittering ice which is there and is gone: then you and your family will possess all magic.

Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day.But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away.When you don__ have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute.Remember a searing look of intimate eyes.Receive the inner fire.

They say blood is thicker than water, but I say ice, can be more solid than blood, when times get cold.

I guess I was lucky I didn't drown, or smother in the thick, black, icy mud that the river left behind in its slow withdrawal back within its banks.I didn't feel lucky.When I regained consciousness, my head and ribs winning the battle with the rest of my body for sharp, almost unbearable pain, my first thought was Chrissy. Chrissy, pulled away from me by the merciless power of the water. Chrissy, lost somewhere, maybe injured, calling for me and I wasn't there for her. Chrissy, beautiful, wonderful Chrissy, quite probably lying in the mud, dead!My scream of anguish, of pain and loss, echoed through the empty Liverpool streets. There was no shame or embarrassment in that shout, that bellow of emotion. I had lost the woman I loved. Nothing I__ ever felt compared to the agony, the gut-wrenching loss of that moment.I cried. I sat there in the middle of a street I didn't recognise, not knowing how far the wave had carried me, and cried.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

You are walking on thin ice - the ice of what remains of the trust between us - carrying the weight of immeasurable guilt.

Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea.Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink.Is the glass part full or part empty?Take another sip.And now?

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.

I had a curious feeling that I was living on several planes simultaneously

They__ reached the point of no return, and she wanted to throw herself into the fire until the flames melted away the years of ice that claimed her.