Weekend Words: Freeze

Aert van der Neer, “Sports on a Frozen River” (c.1660). Oil on wood, 23 x 35 cm. Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. (Image via Web Gallery of Art)

“Polar Vortex” — nothing else needs to be said.

“This is the hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—
First—Chill—then stupor—then the letting go.”

—Emily Dickinson, “After great pain, a formal feeling comes”

“Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.”

—Shakespeare, King Lear

“Tut, tut! thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes:
Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?”

—William Shakespeare, Richard III

“A widow bird sat mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.”

—Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Charles the First”

“The quality of the imagination is to flow and not to freeze.”

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little.”

—Ray Bradbury

“People praise virtue, but they hate it, they run away from it. It freezes you to death, and in this world you’ve got to keep your feet warm.”

—Denis Diderot

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