If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?

And stop feeling bad about a stupid cold. Just hurry up and get better so that goofy smile of yours comes back… When it’s not

Shigure Sohma: Ohh, Mii, I’ve come down with a terrible cold. And since I’m not feeling well, I was wondering if we could move our

Shigure Sohma: Good morning, everyone!
Yuki Sohma: Good evening is more like it. I think your sleep schedule is a bit off.
Shigure Sohma: Nope, such is

Please. Hate me, that’s fine, but don’t abandon her. All right? There’s no need for you to be so cold. Like you said, she doesn’t

Sophie : Don’t come in here. I’ve got a bad cold. I don’t want you to catch it.
Honey : You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old

Why do you get so cold when you’re old? I’m fatter than ever and yet the wind blows right through me!

Don’t let your food get cold worrying about what’s on my plate.

it’s colder than hell (yes) but
the blankets are thin,
and the pulled-down shades
are as full of holes as love is.

Hatori … you’re as cold as snow.

Hey, you! Just thought you should know that I was freezing this morning, so I thought about you and got all hot.

It’s cold here, I wish we could be together to warm up…

I knew we were all thinking of her, dead and laughless, cold, no longer Alaska. The idea that Alaska didn’t exist still stunned me every time I thought about it. She’s rotting underground in Vine Station, Alabama, I thought, but even that wasn’t quite it. Her body was there, but she was nowhere, nothing, POOF.

And I know this world is so cold and deceiving but I keep my head up like my nose is bleeding.

Ice box where my heart used to be. Eskimo city, no feelings, I’ma igloo.

Truck drivers come back when it’s cold.

And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

It is late
And the clock is striking thin hours,
But sleep has become a terror to me,
Lest I wake in the night
Bewildered,
And stretching out my arms to comfort myself with you,
Clasp instead the cold body of the darkness…

It is at night when sleep like the outgoing sea leaves you dry and cold and the morning light arrives like a small punishment.

Neal: What do you think the temperature is?
Del: One.

“Alas, poor Yorick!” he said. “She heard mermaids, so it follows that there is something rotten in the state of Denmark. I have caught an everlasting cold, but luckily I am terribly dishonest. I cling to that.”