Icicle Quotes

1. "In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon."
Author: Albert Camus

2. "How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away."
Author: Alice Sebold

3. "- Y usted qué es, Óscar? de derechas o de izquierdas?- Óscar es ácrata, papá - cortó MarinaEl pedazo de pan se me atragantó. No sabía lo que significaba aquella palabra, pero sonaba a anarquista en bicicleta."
Author: Carlos Ruiz Zafón

4. "Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through an icicle; the stillness of a sunrise), some small thing would go awry and veil of optimism was torn away, the barren world revealed. They learned, somehow, to wait those times out. There was no cure, no answer, no reparation. (161)"
Author: David Wroblewski

5. "Mientras lo miro, es como si solo fuéramos nosotros dos. Solo Willem y yo. Todo lo demás desaparece: el sonido de los timbres de las bicicletas y las campanadas del tranvía desaparecen. El grupo de chicos ruidosos sentados junto a nosotros desaparece. Los otros actores desaparecen. El último año desaparece. Todas mis dudas desaparecen.El sentimiento de estar en el camino correcto llena cada parte de mí. Lo he encontrado.Aquí. Como Orlando. Todo me ha llevado a esto."
Author: Gayle Forman

6. "Lo peor que podría hacer es atropellarla con una bicicleta."
Author: Gayle Forman

7. "She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting."
Author: Gregory Maguire

8. "People peep into boxes at moving stereoscopic prints, imagining they're in other worlds, and the crowd around a glassblower wonders whether icicles have formed in summer. Potted trees revive and suddenly look fresh when a florist sprinkles water on them, while papier-mâché turtles hanging out for sale move in the wind and take on souls."
Author: Haruo Shirane

9. "At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor. The long rows of teeth on the bulwarks glistened in the moonlight; and like the white ivory tusks of some huge elephant, vast curving icicles depended from the bows."
Author: Herman Melville

10. "And the stars were icicles of mockery"
Author: Jack Kerouac

11. "I turn and I look back across the lake. The mist is gone and the ice diminished, the drip of the icicles quick and heavy. The sun is up and the sky is blue empty blue light blue clear blue. I would drink the sky if I could drink it, drink it and celebrate it and let it fill me and become me. I am getting better. Empty and clear and light and blue. I am getting better."
Author: James Frey

12. "When you die, you don't get to catch snowflakes on your tongue. You don't get to breathe winter in, deep in your lungs. You can't lie in bed and watch for the lights of the passing town plow. You can't suck on an icicle until your forehead hurts."
Author: Jodi Picoult

13. "There'll be icicles and birthday clothesAnd sometimes there'll be sorrow"
Author: Joni Mitchell

14. "My breath is halted, like grasping for air after crying far too long and hard. It is like a hiccup, with a shivering sharpness of nerves. It is like icicles running down your spine or aluminum in your mouth, an eerie amount of emotions that cannot compare to the actual feelings you've managed to live through. I just watched you die, I say to myself silently."
Author: Joseph McGinnis

15. "Life is like invading Russia. A blitz start, massed shakos, plumes dancing like a flustered henhouse; a period of svelte progress recorded in ebullient despatches as the enemy falls back; then the beginning of a long, morale-sapping trudge with rations getting shorter and the first snowflakes upon your face. The enemy burns Moscow and you yield to General January, whose fingernails are very icicles. Bitter retreat. Harrying Cossacks. Eventually you fall beneath a boy-gunner's grapeshot while crossing some Polish river not even marked on your general's map."
Author: Julian Barnes

16. "There was a fine line between irritation and having icicles hurled at your face."
Author: Julie Kagawa

17. "We missed you at the wedding," he said."Yeah." puck shrugged. "I was in Kyoto at the time, visiting some old kitsune friends. We were travelling up to Hokaido to check out this old temple that was supposedly haunted. Turns out, a yuki-onna had taken up residence there and had scared off most of the locals. She wasn't terribly happy to see us. Can you believe it?" He grinned. "Course, we, uh, might've pissed her off when the temple caught fire-you know how kitsune are. She chased us all the way to the coast, throwing icicles, causing blizzards...the old hag even tried to bury us under an avalanche. We almost died." He sighed dreamily and looked at Ash. "You should've been there ice-boy."
Author: Julie Kagawa

18. "That's what you promised him, Princess?" he shouted throwing up his hands. "That was your bargain? You would offer yourself to the Unseelie Court?" He turned and punched a tree, sending twigs and icicles to the ground. "Of all the stupid ideas! What is wrong with you?"-PUCK"
Author: Julie Kagawa

19. "Se sabe que las bicicletas han tratado por todos los medios de remediar su triste condición social. Pero en absolutamente todos los países de la tierra 'está prohibido entrar con bicicletas'. Algunos agregan: 'y perros', lo cual duplica en las bicicletas y en los canes su complejo de inferioridad."
Author: Julio Cortázar

20. "Yo creo que nadie ha definido hasta hoy un cuento de manera satisfactoria, cada escritor tiene su propia idea del cuento. En mi caso, el cuento es un relato en el que lo que interesa es una cierta tensión, una cierta capacidad de atrapar al lector y llevarlo de una manera que podemos calificar casi de fatal hacia una desembocadura, hacia un final. Aunque parezca broma, un cuento es como andar en bicicleta, mientras se mantiene la velocidad el equilibrio es muy fácil, pero si se empieza a perder velocidad ahí te caes y un cuento que pierde velocidad al final, pues es un golpe para el autor y para el lector."
Author: Julio Cortázar

21. "Uncle Wiggens ain't really my uncle, everyone just calls him that. He's over eighty and fought in the War Between the States. He only has one leg and one hero, General Robert E. Lee. Uncle Wiggens manages to work Lee's name into pretty much any old conversation. You might say, 'My, it's cold today,' and he'd reply, 'You think this is cold? General Lee said it didn't even qualify as chill till your breath froze on your nose and made a little icicle.' He had about five different stories of how he lost his leg, every one of them entertaining. That night I was listening to the version that involved him running five Yankees into a bear's den."
Author: Kristin Levine

22. "And this is what we felt: vertigo, an icicle through our strong hearts, our long-lost childhoods. Sunshine in a field and crickets and the sweet tealeaf stink of a new ball mitt and a rock glinting with mica and a chaw of bubblegum wrapping its sweet tendrils down our throats and the warm breeze up our shorts and the low vibrato of lake loons and the sun and the sun and the warm sun and this is what we felt; the sun."
Author: Lauren Groff

23. "Pero las leyes son un poco raras. Por ejemplo, un país de Asia tiene una ley que obliga a que todas las bicicletas tengan las ruedas del mismo tamaño. Una isla tiene una ley que prohíbe que nadie recoja la fruta. Y una ciudad no demasiado alejada de donde vivimos tiene una ley que me prohíbe acercarme a menos de ocho kilómetros de sus límites."
Author: Lemony Snicket

24. "A man in a cloud, with icicle teeth and eyes of fire."
Author: Margaret Atwood

25. "His posture spoke of condescension, his expression disinterest. He was all brambles and icicles as he strode closer to her cage."
Author: Marissa Meyer

26. "I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white."
Author: Mary E. Pearson

27. "Day one, the van broke down. It was so cold the accelerator cable froze, so when Tony [Iommi] put his foot down it snapped in half. Which meant we were stranded in the middle of f**king nowhere, halfway to Copenhagen. There was a blizzard outside, but Tony said it was my job – as the band's ‘public representative' – to go and find some help. So out I walked into this field, snow blowing into my face, two icicles of snot hanging out of my nose, until finally I saw the lights of a farmhouse up ahead. Then I fell into a trench. After finally pulling myself out of the f**king thing, I waded through the snow until I reached the front door, then knocked loudly.‘Halløj?' said the big, red-faced Eskimo bloke who opened the door.‘Oh, thank f**k,' I said.[...]‘Halløj?'I didn't know any Danish, so I pointed towards the road, and said, ‘Van. El kaputski. Ya?'"
Author: Ozzy Osbourne

28. "When I slept outside in winter, it wasn't unusual for me to wake up blue in the face with icicles on my nose. In those days, there was no such thing as hypothermia."
Author: Ozzy Osbourne

29. "They pointed at each other, with starlight burning in their limbs like daggers and icicles and fireflies, and then fell to judging their limbs again, each finding himself intact, hot, excited, stunned, awed, and the other, ah yes, that other over there, unreal, a ghostly prism flashing the accumulated light of distant worlds….…Now Tomas laughed. "You're blind!""I see very well. You are the one who does not see."
Author: Ray Bradbury

30. "Rook asked, "Did you really stab him with an icicle?"When she nodded, he said, "Please tell me you said FREEZE."Richard Castle-- Heat Rises"
Author: Richard Castle

31. "The neck on which diamonds might have worthily sparkled, will look less tempting when the biting winter has hung icicles there for gems."
Author: Samuel Lover

32. "Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,Whether the summer clothe the general earthWith greenness, or the redbreast sit and singBetwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branchOf mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatchSmokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fallHeard only in the trances of the blast,Or if the secret ministry of frostShall hang them up in silent icicles,Quietly shining to the quiet Moon."
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

33. "Just you wait, Abby Johnston. My coolness will hit you like a tsunami. You will be carried along by its raging power. You will be turned into a freaking icicle by the frostiness of my cool."
Author: Sarah Darer Littman

34. "Meanwhile, the swordbegan to wilt into gory icicles, to slather and thaw. It was a wonderful thing, the way it all melted as ice melts when the Father eases the fetters off the frostand unravels the water-ropes. He who wields powerover time and tide: He is the true Lord."
Author: Seamus Heaney

35. "You think we stand a chance? (Delphine)Like an icicle on the equator. (Phobos)"
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

36. "And still,Your mouth on my mouthIs a thought as fresh asMelting icicles awayWith my breath"
Author: Shinji Moon

37. "Now on a sloping meadow hours into a fresh day, he found himself a desperate man, struggling to free himself from the shackles of a life he had not pursued. And her voice trickled through him, an icicle perpetually melting."
Author: Simon Van Booy

38. "Nick and the CandlestickI am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactitesDrip and thicken, tearsThe earthen wombExudes from its dead boredom. Black bat airsWrap me, raggy shawls, Cold homicides.They weld to me like plums.Old cave of calcium Icicles, old echoer.Even the newts are white,Those holy Joes.And the fish, the fish ----Christ! they are panes of ice,A vice of knives, A piranha Religion, drinkingIts first communion out of my live toes. The candleGulps and recovers its small altitude,Its yellows hearten.O love, how did you get here? O embryoRemembering, even in sleep, Your crossed position. The blood blooms cleanIn you, ruby. The painYou wake to is not yours.Love, love,I have hung our cave with roses, With soft rugs ----The last of Victoriana. Let the starsPlummet to their dark address,Let the mercuric Atoms that cripple drip Into the terrible well,You are the oneSolid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn."
Author: Sylvia Plath

39. "His eyes, grayish green in that light, reminded me of the rare icicle in Montgomery, or a pebbled creek's rushing stream in early spring. They revealed his intelligence in a way that made me want to dive inside his head and swim in its depths."
Author: Therese Anne Fowler

40. "Sentimental memories were like sugar-water icicles."
Author: Tom Robbins

41. "...a companion had seemed unnecessary fuel when her body still burned at the core, waiting to ignite. But now, with the wind blowing icicles through her [Kit] veins, it felt like she, too, was in the grave. All her nuclear energy had been snuffed like a match between the night's icy fingers."
Author: Vicki Pettersson

42. "The day, a compunctious Sunday after a week of blizzards, had been part jewel, part mud. In the midst of my usual afternoon stroll through the small hilly town attached to the girls' college where I taught French literature, I had stopped to watch a family of brilliant icicles drip-dripping from the eaves of a frame house. So clear-cut were their pointed shadows on the white boards behind them that I was sure the shadows of the falling drops should be visible too. But they were not. ("The Vane Sisters")"
Author: Vladimir Nabokov

43. "Mislike me not for my complexion,The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,To whom I am a neighbor and near bred.Bring me the fairest creature northward born,Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,And let us make incision for your loveTo prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine."
Author: William Shakespeare

44. "When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-whit! To-who!—a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doe blow,And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl,To-whit! To-who!—a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot."
Author: William Shakespeare

45. "Europa necesita estos límites tanto como los peces necesitan una bicicleta."
Author: Yanko Tsvetkov

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