Our mental synchronization, Can have but one explanation…

These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger…

— David Nicholls

There are a lot of New York City Thanksgiving traditions. For example, a lot of New Yorkers don't buy the frozen Thanksgiving turkey. They…

— David Letterman

For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so many years.…

— William S. Burroughs

You might think that after thousands of years of coming up too soon and getting frozen, the crocus family would have had a little…

— Robert Benchley

Frozen still I thought I could stop, now who's gonna wait.

— Tiesto

Allow the information to tell you how it wants to be displayed. As architecture is ‘frozen music’, information architecture is ‘frozen conversation’. Any good…

— Richard Saul Wurman

A poem is a frozen moment melted by each reader for themselves to flow into the here and now.

— Hilde Domin

At home, I watch fights and documentaries - that's it. If it's not about the birth and death of stars, 'Frozen Planet,' or someone…

— Ronda Rousey

Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“don't let the in don't let them see be the good girl you always have to be. Conseal, don't feel don't let them know”

— chris buck and jennifer lee

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened…

— Theodore Roethke

The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience.

— William Gibson

I opened up a frozen-yogurt business out of college. I didnt finish college; I went halfway, and then I worked for Joel Silver, the…

— Greg Grunberg

But fear is confusing. It tears you in two. Half of you wants to run far, far away, but the other half is paralyzed,…

— Melody Carlson

Senseless is the breast and cold Which relenting love would fold; Bloodless are the veins and chill Which the pulse of pain did fill;…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley