Bitter Frost Quotes & Sayings

Dreams, my mother always told me, represend part of our unconsciousness
the place where we store the true parts of our soul, away from the rest of the world. From Breena quoting her mother in Bitter Frost — Kailin Gow

I liked being active. I liked being creative. — Sarah Hughes

There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived through all the heat and noise and stench of summertime, and now each widely opened flower was like a triumphant cry, "We will, we will make seed before we die." — Harriette Simpson Arnow

They sat talking naked so often and so long perhaps because they liked to be able to read the whole opalescent page of each other at once. — Caleb Crain

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove. — Robert Frost

Trust him to have his bitter politics
Against his unacquaintances the rich
Who sleep in houses of their own, though mortgaged.
Conservatives, they don't know what to save. — Robert Frost

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one's feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror, and the sun moves through space in icy brilliance, casting on the frozen world rays which bestow no warmth upon anything. — Guy De Maupassant

Friendships fail some years,
blight twists the leaves and the crop is bitter.
Frost bites or sudden fire devours:
but the root lies sound and waits for better weather or a storm of sleet to scour the branches.
Then we shall see another spring:
a flare of green flame and flowers burning to fruit along the boughs. — Charlotte Gray

Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the bitter frost; a sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. — John Burroughs

Reports also indicate that the Night Vale Private Library will be entirely free of librarians, a fact that will be of little comfort to the many public library-goers who are injured or killed in librarian maulings every year. — Joseph Fink

It was towards the end of February, in that year, and a bitter black frost had lasted for many weeks. The keen east wind had long since swept the streets clean, though in a gusty day the dust would rise like pounded ice, and make people's faces quite smart with the cold force with which it blew against them. Houses, sky, people, and everything looked as if a gigantic brush had washed them all over with a dark shade of Indian ink. — Elizabeth Gaskell

Actors cannot work against each other. It's totally impossible. — Morgan Freeman

If our goal in legislating against carbon releases is not simply punishing the West and its power companies but truly trying to reduce the accumulation of greenhouse gasses in the atmosphere, the main event will be in the developing world. We must use the smartest possible economics, and that means investing in China and India. — Gregg Easterbrook

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs. — Georg Trakl

I am neither an optimist nor pessimist, but a possibilist. — Max Lerner

The way you're talking ... " Tears were shining in Kian's eyes. "It sounds like you don't think you're coming back." Kian to Bree, Spring Frost (Frost Series #7) — Kailin Gow

There is no law stronger than that of
magic. - Kian — Kailin Gow

I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls. — Ashly Lorenzana

Who or what inspires you?"
"I must admit that I often read my own articles in scientific journals and inspire myself. — Eoin Colfer

Everything in this world was so new, so wonderful and strange
like things in my old world, but better []For sixteen years my soul had been drawn towards this place, this alien homeland, toward its rainbow sunrises and whispering trees
Breena Bitter Frost (on the brink of discovery; about why she never quite felt like she belonged in the land over the Crystal River) — Kailin Gow

It was winter, and a night of bitter cold. The snow lay thick upon the ground, and upon the branches of the trees: the frost kept snapping the little twigs on either side of them, as they passed: and when they came to the Mountain-Torrent she was hanging motionless in air, for the Ice-King had kissed her. — Oscar Wilde