Frozen Emotions Quotes

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.

A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.

When you are brought up as a frozen child, you go on freezing. It wasn't until I had my four sons, who have brought me immense joy, that I began to thaw. That I realised how utterly extraordinary my childhood was.

Love as intense as ice, love as remote as blackness.

but their eyes were as cold blue glass buttons.

Dona Crista laughed a bit. "Oh, Pip, I'd be glad for you to try. But do believe me, my dear friend, touching her heart is like bathing in ice." I imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.

Above all, in my anger, I was sad. Isn't that always the way, that at the heart of the fire is a frozen kernel of sorrow that the fire is trying -- valiantly, fruitlessly -- to eradicate.

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

You're frozen when your heart's not open.

Let's say someone has experienced a violent trauma or betrayal: a child has been raped by a parent or has witnessed the destruction of someone he loves or has been so traumatized by the possibility of beatings and punishments that he's afraid to act. If the trauma is great enough, that person's life may become frozen, emotionally frozen even though he still gets up in the morning, is busy all day, and goes to bed at night. But there's this empty space that begins to fill with rage, rage toward everyone - the perpetrator, the people in the world who haven't suffered, even toward himself. (174)

A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.

My childhood had gone by without my knowing, and it seemed as if my heart had frozen.

I had a patient once who dreamed she kept her husband in the deep freeze except for mating. Lots of men feel that way.

Art thaws even the frozen, darkened soul, opening it to lofty spiritual experience.

Many of our deepest motives come, not from an adult logic of how things work in the world, but out of something that is frozen from childhood.

People hit the sauce in a big way all winter. Amidst blizzards they wrestle unsuccessfully with the dark comedy of their lives, laughter trapped in their frigid gizzards. Meanwhile, the mercury just plummets, like a migrating duck blasted out of the sky by some hunter in a cap with fur earflaps.

The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.

As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.

Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.