Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It's lonely and cold on the top... lonely and cold.
When you come out of the storms and sub-zero temperatures into a tiny yurt, there's a sense that family love and care is the most important thing in the world.
I began writing 'The Cold Song' in the months following my father's death, when I felt this sense of loss, disappearance, of being right in the middle of life and wondering: 'What now? How to proceed?'
I don't think I could survive in cold places.
The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.
Cold is a state of mind.
I have my family; I'm never alone.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Physically, you never get used to the cold. It's cold! If it's cold, it's cold! And you go out there, and your body feels it, but I think mentally, living in it, it's not such a shock to you.
To do anything in this world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in, and scramble through as well as we can.