Cold sentence example
Let's get in out of this cold wind.
She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard.
It was cold in the cave.
She knows about cold springs.
It was cold and dark.Advertisement
One cold winter night I was alone in my room.
That familiar cold feeling washed over her again with a wave that was staggering.
She rubbed her arms as cold fingers clutched at her heart.
The night was cold and she was cozy in the bed.
At first she nodded agreement, and then a cold feeling clutched at her heart.Advertisement
A cold chill crept up her spine, raising the hair on the back of her neck.
Several battalions of soldiers, in their shirt sleeves despite the cold wind, swarmed in these earthworks like a host of white ants; spadefuls of red clay were continually being thrown up from behind the bank by unseen hands.
She mustered a cold stare.
She gave him cold stare.
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It was miserably cold in the bedroom.
The floor was cold.
The idea gave her a cold chill.
The French, excited by all that had happened, were talking loudly among themselves, but as they passed Dolokhov who gently switched his boots with his whip and watched them with cold glassy eyes that boded no good, they became silent.
He crammed his hands into his pockets and answered in a cold voice.Advertisement
Her face felt hot and cold by turns.
For four months in the year its water is as cold as it is pure at all times; and I think that it is then as good as any, if not the best, in the town.
And if anyone came into his room at such moments he was particularly cold, stern, and above all unpleasantly logical.
It is a beautiful day, but yesterday it was cold.
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Rostov looked at the young soldier and a cold chill ran down his back.
It looked... cold - detached.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
I have felt it on cold, stormy days and at night.
When he ventured to glance her way again her face was cold, stern, and he fancied even contemptuous.
Throwing back the covers that had protected her from the cold night air, she grabbed one of her boots.
He didn't care if she got cold.
Wiping her face with a cold rag, she composed herself and answered the door.
Fishes are not animals, and they are as cold and moist as the vegetables themselves.
The conversation was cold and disconnected and continually broke off.
That night it stormed and then turned cold.
He didn't sound like he had a cold.
Her face burned hot, but his tone turned her insides cold.
But the same man who killed in cold blood had reassured her every day for over two weeks that he'd protect her.
The feeling of the angel's soft, cold hand in his own reminded Rhyn of the first thing he'd touched in Hell that hadn't been stone. Gabriel had brought him a book with a worn, leather-like cover, and he'd lost himself dwelling on the sensation of buttery leather under his fingertips after the hazy nightmare that had been his existence in Hell.
One cold night in winter the serving men of the abbey were gathered in the great kitchen.
They rounded the corner of the building to see a group of men lounging against the fence, watching a display that made Carmen's blood run cold.
He made her sound so cold and calculating - so mechanical.
He was warm and she was cold.
You know, this house wouldn't be as cold if there were some curtains on the window and some rugs on the floor.
Why don't you curl up on the couch and get your bare feet off this cold floor?
You can't believe how many cold showers I've taken.
Quinn lit the large stove to stave off the cold as rain pounded the metal roof above us.
The air around him was cold like it was around an air conditioning vent.
I feel funny, like really cold.
He leaned against the wall a few feet from her, arms crossed and cold blue eyes on her.
Jake Weller gave him a cold stare.
She turned slowly, propelled by a tender breeze from the cold night air that filled the room.
She threw the covers back and rolled out of bed, gasping when her bare feet hit the cold floor.
They stood on the porch, awkwardly staring off into the cold night.
She struggled to pull herself out of the cabin, against the flow of cold river water.
Floating in the shocking cold, she oriented herself in the darkness.
Her arms and legs were already too cold to feel.
She wasn't too far from shore, though any distance felt impossible with her cold body.
She stretched and pulled herself onto the bank, shaking hard with cold.
She changed, grateful to be out of the cold, wet clothing.
On many occasions, she'd seen the duplicity and cold manipulation he'd spoken of.
The ocean's cold breeze swept over him, and his thoughts turned from his dead mate to his best friend, Gabriel, who had tried to kill him then disappeared.
The ancient dagger was heavy and cold in Rhyn's hands.
It was the symbol of the enforcer of the Council That Was Seven, the only of the seven brothers sanctioned to kill in cold blood on behalf of the Council and Immortals.
Kris had opened it near the cliff. On the other side of the world from the Caribbean Sanctuary, the French Alps were dark and cold, and it was sleeting.
The angel looked up at him doubtfully then picked his way across roots to the pocket in the tree trunk. Rhyn scavenged for what dry wood he could find and took the armful back to the tree. Toby was huddled in the small cave, shaking with cold.
Rhyn was alone on the island sanctuary in his dreams and awoke to the feeling that his magic had slipped even more from its binding. His body was hot from the inside out despite the cold rain falling in the forest. The fire had died overnight. He pushed the waterproof cloak off him.
Rhyn crossed his arms, irritated. Kiki trotted from the patio into the house perched on a hill overlooking Tokyo. He returned ten minutes later with a small briefcase, a jacket and a hard case for his iPad. Rhyn opened the portal, and the two strode through it, back to the massive tree where Rhyn had lost Toby in the cold, wet French Alps.
I mean, how are you not a traitor like Sasha or a cold jerk like Kris? How did you spend so long in Hell and still try to follow parts of the Code?
Bianca dropped to her knees beside her, and her cold healing fire tore through Jenn.
The woman radiated cold power, her eyes brighter than even Xander's.
Nearly two terms of fighting the Cold War led him to conclude, as he put it, War in our time has become an anachronism.
There an old maidservant was grumbling at a young girl who stood panting, having just run in through the cold from the serfs' quarters.
The sunshine from behind the hill did not penetrate into the cutting and there it was cold and damp, but above Pierre's head was the bright August sunshine and the bells sounded merrily.
And it is all so simple, pale, and crude in the cold white light of this morning which I feel is dawning for me.
Natasha did not move, though her little bare foot, thrust out from under the quilt, was growing cold on the bare floor.
The boy held on to the hussar with cold, red hands, and raising his eyebrows gazed about him with surprise.
But the French troops quite rightly did not consider that this suited them, since death by hunger and cold awaited them in flight or captivity alike.
The handsome young soldier who had brought the wood, setting his arms akimbo, began stamping his cold feet rapidly and deftly on the spot where he stood.
He grabbed the towel and turned the cold water on.
In her bathroom, she wiped her face with a cold rag and took a couple of aspirin.
How could it be so cold during an electrical storm?
I was just ... well, the storm was so violent, and it was so cold.
Let's say it landed right in front of you when you were cold sober.
My fiancée gave me a cold eye as I hesitated before answering.
This case was a twelve year old girl, shot in cold blood as she sat alone at the poolside of her California home.
They did it for high level spooks during the cold war.
Once I was alone again, I pondered my unilateral decision to speak directly to Ethel Reagan as I sipped on cold coffee.
I could feel a cold sweat passing over me like a ghost at a séance.
He stopped cold to listen.
But a funny thing; the milk doesn't smell bad and everything still feels cold.
As I passed by the volunteer resident keeper's site, I saw an elderly couple in lounge chairs by a cold fire pit.
I was in a cold sweat as I drove toward town knowing John Luke Grasso was in the area!
He had killed them in cold blood!
It was then that my slowly reacting brain, flowing like cold molasses began to function, more than a gerbil driven wheel.
We hacked open a can of baked beans with a screwdriver and ate them cold.
She felt his cold gaze and didn't face him, cringing instead.
The water was cold, and she shook, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.
Her skin was cold; she was in shock.
Am I still grounded? she asked, pinning him with a cold glare and crossing her arms.
She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.
She shivered, cold and wet.
Bianca wrapped herself in a towel, cold.
The woman had Dusty's cold beauty, with feminine, chiseled features, long blonde hair and large blue eyes lined with silver.
Her words sent a streak of cold through him.
Cold fury replaced the regret, and he knew he'd do anything to keep her from danger.
The devil's smile grew as his cold eyes took all of them and settled on Bianca's necklace.
The devil's cold dark eyes flared and turned black.
Cold fear spiraled through her.
Dusty felt cold inside.
Dismayed, she shuddered from cold and fear.
She kicked and fought, unable to escape his grip when the cold in-between world swallowed her.
She pushed herself up, cold inside and out.
The woman in Dusty's arms shook from cold and fear.
He held her, never imagining anything could feel so right despite the rain and cold.
He'd hitchhiked between towns and walked cross-country, admiring the Irish landscape as he went and cursing the cold, incessant rain of late autumn.
If not for her unusual power, and his cold magic, she would've considered him crazy.
She darted through the cold rain into the warm car and tossed her things in back.
With nothing but her troubled thoughts, the cold rain, and a lonely room in the bed and breakfast down the road, she didn't feel like leaving just yet.
He wasn't sure what he expected—maybe a cold, hard Medusa—but the young woman Sean indicated was nothing like that.
She wasn't going anywhere in her position, and her body shook from cold.
A blast of cold tore through him as she directed her magic into him.
Fed up with the cold and rain again, he spun her and slung her over his shoulder.
Yully closed the door behind her, shaking out of fear and cold.
Yully fled the pub for her car and opened the door with cold, fumbling hands.
It still rained, but it wasn't cold that made her hands tremble as she left the car.
Despite his cold words, he'd left a present for her on the nightstand near her bed.
Warm light flooded the cold room, and her breath caught.
He remained relaxed, his large body radiating heat in the cold room.
He was beginning to hate the cold.
Jule stretched his neck back and shook out his arms in the cold night.
Jule awoke in a haze of hot and cold.
Hot and cold mixed together and almost like it's raining inside me.
Yully followed him out into the cold, rainy afternoon.
She accepted Jonny's hand rather than Xander's and closed her eyes to the cold sensations of Transporting.
Fog coated the ocean, and a cold, moist wind made her eyes water.
His long, sleek hair was tied in a tight braid, and despite the cold and wind he wore only a long-sleeved sweater that hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders beneath a down vest.
Suddenly, the cold roar of the wind gave way to warmth and quiet.
He felt cold as soon as he stepped away, and the urge to touch her again thrummed through his body.
She touched his jaw with cold fingertips, and the bond between them opened.
Jule felt the sudden loss of the connection between Yully and him like the heat going out on a cold winter night.
Her pulse was flying, and her body cold.
He was dressed for the cold, snowy night.
Cold wind whipped snow against her face.
The cold night didn't affect Jule this time; he used his magic to keep himself warm.
They Transported to the mountainside again, and the cold wind swept past him.
Yully stepped from the warm car into the cold night and followed her father into the inn.
He led her into the cold night and back to the car.
At his words, a rush of cold magic filled her.
The day dawned cloudy and cold with a light rain that chilled her after ten minutes.
She continued to walk, needing to feel the cold to remind her she was still alive.
The Other on the other side of the monument watched with a cold smile, his gaze traveling upwards.
The window was open, assuring her it was neither cold nor raining.
Unlike the cold rain of her father's energy, theirs was warm and cheerful, like her bond to Jule.
Claustrophobic in the dark cave that had become her home, she grabbed her coat and purse and set out into the cold, brisk evening.
She ran until the cold air burned her lungs and the people were far behind her.
She retreated to her apartment, breathing raggedly, with cold tears stiffening her cheeks.
The next morning, Sofia awoke stiff and cold on the bathroom floor.
Her apartment was cold, and sunlight streamed through the blinds, making her head pound harder.
She shivered from cold and pain.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
She landed hard on a cold floor.
His skin was cold to the touch; his breath hung in the air as he moved.
The doctor's eyes were the color of cold steel, his face stoic, his large form tense.
Sofia lay on the cold steel table, her tears still wet but her eyes open and staring blankly.
A cold wind comforted her as she sat alone.
She stood in a dark, cold place, gazing at the hunched form in the corner.
She had greeted ten men and two women before she felt the first flash of cold.
It was dark, cold, and the shots hit the man with lopsided shoulders, dropping him dead to the ground.
Hurt, she fled into the cold night air, stopping only when she reached the center of the gardens.
He'd not had to work too hard for confessions in the past thousand years, not after word of his cold, methodological skills leaked to the Guardians.
True, they had eternity to figure each other out, but he didn't want her turning cold like Dusty or jaded like Jule.
When he wanted, he could be as cold as Dusty.
She opened her eyes when nothing happened, shaking from both cold and fear.
Cold fear trickled through her.
His feet were cold, and he was hungry.
The desert night was cold and dark.
He clasped his arms behind his head and lay down, impervious to the cold.
There was only one thing that could make such a cold man so upset.
We'll have one chance to rip his hideout open and… Sofia watched them walk away, alone and cold.
His gaze swept over her in cold admiration as he spoke.
He closed the door behind him with a cold laugh, not bothering to bind her.
They passed through two more doors before exiting into a cold desert night on the side of a mountain, overlooking the activity at the elevator's entrance.
Pierre trotted after her into the cold morning.
The air was cold, brisk, the snowflakes falling faster.
Snow covered his hair, and his skin was cold.
Dustin's warning growl was cold.
Cold energy shot through Deidre, and she flinched.
She felt overheated already, like she did when she was starting to get a cold.
His eyes were so cold and ancient.
He was too hard and cold to offer much in that way, but he spoke the truth softly and then kissed her hungrily.
Cold and merciless, this creature was her mate for all time.
His black eyes saw through her; his cold features were expressionless.
She glanced back over her shoulder to see Darkyn standing where she left him, hands clasped behind his back, watching her with the cold smile that told her there was more going on than she suspected.
His cold smile scared her, until he spoke.
One of them entered the bedroom, cold eyes taking in the surroundings.
She was cold but grateful to see the ocean.
Chilled by the cold ocean wind, Deidre pressed herself against his warm body.
His cold gaze was piercing, his frame tense despite her touch.
I remember the cold shoulder.
He touched her again, cold energy spinning through her.
His cold gaze was calm and steady, his long fangs resting on his lower lip.
Tell me what's so important that we have to get all cold and wet, and...
A cold shiver went down his spine just thinking about it; a primal fear of dark and dank places.
He couldn't imagine any childhood taunting that would have caused him to crawl into the earth through a cold, wet, and black hole.
A cold chill washed over him.
They washed away their disappointment with cold beer and dove into the rest of their treasures.
Once you've got the bug, you'd no more pass up a good bargain than a cold beer on a hot day.
Fred said he was too mind-stuffed with all these goings-on to eat a bite of supper, but when Cynthia supplied cold chicken and potato salad, he ate two helpings, just out of politeness.
It was early in the season for the little fellows—they usually stayed outside until the cold weather coaxed them indoors.
Dean looked longingly at a half-finished apple pie—set out of reach by Cynthia—while he nibbled on cold salmon and salad.
Wynn felt cold inside.
She was … cold.
One side was cold, the other freezing.
Something cold slid through her.
The human emotions were crippling the cold logic that brought her to this point.
Gabriel moved through the meat locker, unaffected by the cold after the half hour battle.
A ripple of cold energy floated through her head and made her shiver.
She'd left them partially open, and the morning air was cold as it swept through her room.
Deidre was too cold to shed her clothing beyond her jacket but did take off her shoes.
She was drenched and shaking from cold but happy.
Deidre rested against the wardrobe, arms crossed as she shook from cold but blue eyes riveted to him.
She really was going to get sick from the cold and being soaked.
He cupped one of her cold cheeks in his hand, wanting to warm her up in whatever way it took.
Her face was cold but her plump lips were warm, soft, her lips parting for him before he prodded them apart.
Guilt fluttered through her, making her cold on the inside.
A cold smile crossed Darkyn's face.
Darkyn asked with a cold smile.
He walked back to the fortress, hoping the cold night air cleared his mind.
The French doors were open, rendering the room cold.
It was a cold, knowing smile, one that screamed I told you so.
He was cold where Andre was warm, and Wynn's direct gaze held no emotion.
She did remember bringing him back from the dead ten years before in order to help her with her plan and how cold he'd been to her then.
His eyes were cold and sharp.
His arms were crossed and his cold gaze on Andre.
It wasn't like in the old house, where she would have slept cold, got up to a colder house and had to start a fire in an old stove, then wait an hour until she could no longer see her breath.
Encouraged by the comparison, she threw back the covers and swung her feet to the cold hardwood floor.
I remember a time when you would have welcomed a cold morning so we could cuddle.
It wasn't something she liked to do, as his hand was so cold and lifeless.
The papery hospital gown was rough beneath her palms, the dark room too cold.
She'd thought him cold and distant at first, until she learned his background.
It was cold, sandy – and completely void of any other signs of life for miles.
The ocean was cold, and wet sand squished between her toes.
She shivered, as much from the warm current working its way through her body as the cold ocean breeze.
Gabe gave him a cold look.
She flung the door open and slammed it closed, about to run for her room, when she stopped cold.
There was no sign of the gentle man who made love to her last night, nothing but the cold, stony features of death.
Before they hit the concrete, darkness swallowed them, and they fell through a cold, damp place punctuated by strange yellow doors.
Deidre's insides were cold.
He kept his voice firm and cold, unwilling to give on either point.
The clingy cold of the shadow world disappeared, and she was left standing in the middle of her apartment.
Reaching the road, she caught sight of something that made her blood run cold again.
Scared, Deidre slid on her sandals and walked into the cold, clammy shadow world.
Wynn's smile was cold.
With a deep breath, she crossed through the clinging cold, at a run by the time she reached the other side out of fear the portals might all disappear before she was safe.
Gabriel's made her hot from the inside out; this one left her cold.
The forest was cold, the rustle of pine trees against one another faint.
Dressed all in black with weapons strapped in places identical to where Gabriel wore his, the tall man was lean with cold eyes.
I'll still kill her to get what I want, if I must, Wynn said with a cold smile.
He dove into the cold water.
He hauled himself out of the cold waters and sat on the shore that turned to mud beneath his dripping body.
One warm, the other cold, both self-assured, polished.
Still cold from the chilly beach, she went up to her room and changed into jeans and a sweater.
Instead of a third drink, a flash of cold fire was forced through the fangs into her body.
She felt the cold circulating but no pain.
She registered nothing but darkness and cold for a while before the cold began to fade, and the night behind her eyelids lightened.
Past-Death's cold smile did not reach her eyes.
His soft hand was cold.
Toby was agitated and shivering, skipping up and down the sidewalk while shaking with cold.
He looked like death with his dark hair and cold eyes, his panther-like physique, and gloved hands.
He failed to make the cryptic words in any way friendly, and the cold glare seared through her.
She took one more look at the ominous man in black and the sword at his hip and followed, shaking from more than cold.
There's an anomaly in your blood test, but you're physically healthy, Dr. Williams said with a warm smile at odds with the cold sterility of the room.
The cold wind felt good against her face and roused her dark thoughts.
She felt the cold, black glare and fought the urge to run back inside the clinic.
He was in black, unaffected by the cold or the light settling over him, outlining him like glitter on black construction paper.
She hid in the kitchen, cold inside once again.
She hadn't been able to shake the cold she felt and was dressed in layers despite the thermostat being set to eighty.
She walked out onto the sidewalk, shivering in the cold.
The words echoed in her head, and she walked blindly for several moments, until the cold burning her lungs made her stop.
She climbed in wordlessly, not surprised to find it cold.
She felt cold again on the inside and shivered.
Cold air made his lungs ache, and he slowed then stopped, buckling over to catch his breath.
The pain in his chest couldn't equate with the pain and distress shooting through him like cold fire.
She didn't know what he was, but she felt cold inside.
Warmth and cold shot through her, righting her stomach but bringing intense pain to her head.
She pushed his hand away, unable to stabilize the hot and cold racing through her blood.
The air was chilly, but she left the window open to the street sounds and the cold, wanting to feel normal.
The current stopped, and she convulsed on the cold marble floor.
She shivered, cold inside.
She returned to her bunk and lay down, cold fear filling her.
He was a lean man with gleaming silver- blue eyes, teeth filed into points, and an aura so cold she stepped away.
She and the Germans stood in silent awe, too drunk to feel the cold.
She darted after him, cold on the inside yet still buzzing from whiskey.
He beat the air mercilessly with his wings, rising high above the city and coasting on cold wind currents until he reached the ocean.
She didn't feel cold inside; she felt frozen.
Gabriel touched her forehead, and cold lightning buzzed through her, absorbing the pain.
She waited in the cold winter day until the familiar Lincoln Town Car arrived.
She felt cold from the inside out.
Her hand went to her neck, and she threw off the covers, crossing the cold stone floor to the bathroom.
It was cold and large, not the kind of place she.d ever choose to live.
She shook out her arms and stretched, cold in the early morning air.
Puffing and energized, she paused for a breath when cold fingers brushed her neck.
He spoke to her, and his cold presence was close.
The warmth of their bodies pressed together made her forget Darkyn, the cold, and the nightmare.
His hands were hot on her hips and his body blocked the cold wind whipping up the cliff.
He withdrew, and the cold wind swept over her.
It was quiet and cold.
He growled, irritated as much by demons as he was with the cold weather.
He scampered across the lab to a fridge that held cold tools and bottles of mysterious serums, everything except what a normal person put in a fridge.
She was as cold as Kris!
He jogged through the castle and ran out into the snow, launching himself into the cold air as he changed into the bird form.
I planned on going to Seychelles to escape the east coast cold, but Gio said being invited here was an honor.
The night was cold and the wind nonexistent.
She wiped her face, afraid to let herself feel pleasure in the warm body pressed against hers on such a cold night.
The night was cold and dark as he strode across the park to the edge of the castle.s grounds.
He didn.t attack, simply let his cold power loose into her for a long moment before releasing her.
The cold early winter wind dried the tears on his face and made his cheeks stiff.
Right, because killing in cold blood isn.t something a Council member does.
She sank down with her back to the door, not caring about the cold day or the snow that seeped through her clothes to chill her.
The object sitting in the middle of the table made his blood run cold.
She whipped the pillowcase off her head and vomited, her insides burning hot then turning cold.
She'd wanted to see if he was capable of being anything more than the cold, distant warrior obsessed with war.
His gaze was cold, his jaw ticking.
Her feet were cold on the wooden floor, and she'd caught herself looking down many times to see if she made grass grow here, too.
She may have been a duty for him, but he'd been so much more … and Anshan… Her gaze went to her cold feet again.
The edge of cold rage was gone from his voice.
She turned slowly, propelled by a tender breeze from the cold night air that filled the room with a chill of death.
Fred stooped to see what goodies remained in the refrigerator and removed a plate of cold meatloaf.
Fred sat at the table and began forking in the cold meat.
Each was nearly a copy of the others, unremarkable in its cold formality.
They dripped streams of water as soon as the sun began its business, the remaining moisture forming dragon-teeth icicles as soon as the cold air touched the droplets.
While the distance to her aunt's trailer was only a half dozen blocks, once the January sun had retired after its day's work, it would be a cold walk.
After Cynthia came out and administered a cold face cloth, Edith seemed somewhat better, enough to decline medical attention, though she remained disoriented even after reaching Ryland's small quarters.
The heat has been lowered now that the men have left and it is oh so cold as I lay huddled here beneath my thin blankets.
In spite of the cold, I try to open the window to rid this room of the smoke and whiskey breath of those who visited here, but the frame is frozen fast.
I saw them Wednesday last when I went to Dr. Rowan's for my weekly examination and both were ill from the mountain cold and drafty quarters.
I hardly minded the cold and lonely walk back after evening prayers demanded my love's return.
She was standing at the rail, peering down river, dressed in only a sweater, clutching her arms to her body against the snow and chilling cold.
Dean mopped his brow with his arm, in spite of the cold of the evening.
Dean answered him with a cold stare.
While she despised the man, her feelings still lacked a motive to sever his rope in cold blood and watch him plummet down to the rocks and churning river below.
All he knew now was his bare feet were cold, standing on the hard wood floor at the perimeter of the carpet in the death room.
My feet are cold.
Dean rose and began to leave the room, disgusted that Gladys Turnbull would trivialize Edith Shipton's death in fiction, even before the shattered woman was cold in the ground.
They fit together as nice as hot apple pie and a scoop of cold ice cream.