Cold Day in the Sun Quotes

“Here’s the deal. I’m a girl in a guys’ world, a world where showing any emotion besides rage (or elation after a sweet save or a killer goal) is a sign of weakness. I’ve never (not once) cried on the ice (alone in the locker room after the game? Yeah, a couple of times).”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“This is my favorite time of the day, early morning. I was up long before anyone else, out on the frozen lake. It’s just me and my skates, my stick, the puck, the net. The only sounds: my breathing and the sharp edge of blades on ice.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“What’s your secret?” Justin asks me as I skate up behind him. “I expected him to bitch you out.”

I shrug. “My irresistible charm, Slacks. What the fuck else?”

He snorts. “Nice mouth, Princess.”

I’m a lot of things, but a princess is not one of them.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“Figure it out. Work through it. You’ll find your answer.

What’s my plan? I
don’t have one, except to do what I do every day. Keep moving forward. “Get through today? Get through practice, and our games this week, and then I’m going to get through HockeyFest. Probably spend a little extra time on the lake. It’s kind of my happy place.”

She nods. “One day at a time, one game at a time. I like that plan. My happy place has always been the weight room. I figure, if I can tackle that, I can tackle anything. You want to know my personal motto? ‘I can do hard things.’ I’ve proven that I can get through a challenge, so I can do it again. I’d say the same for you.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“I’m lucky. I haven’t experienced true heartbreak in my young life. Sure, I’ve had my share of crushes (Zach Parise counts, right?), but I’m not naive. I know it could happen someday. Part of life, right?”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“The high school has a girls’ team, too and it’s not that I don’t want to play with them or that I think that I’m too good for them. I’ve grown up playing with my brothers, with boys. I like the extra challenge. I like to push myself.

My dad and my brothers have pushed me, too. They’ve never treated me any differently because I’m a girl. I’ve worked hard to get where I am. I belong here. End of story.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“I didn’t have to worry about being the girl until I made the JV team freshman year and suddenly, a girl playing on the boys’ team was newsworthy. I’ve done everything I can to stay out of the spotlight. I write the articles. I don’t star in them.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“I cringe as Coach turns his glaze toward me. “Fink will interview players from a few teams: the girls’ team, a couple of Peewees and Holland.”

All the guys turn to stare at me like something choregraphed straight out of High School Musical.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“Five minutes before practice is scheduled to end, Coach Giles blows his whistle and motions for us to join him at the bench. His typically stoic face crinkles into something like a smile.

“Great news,” he says. “Just got a text from the activities office. Halcyon Lake has been selected as one of this year’s HockeyFest cities.”

Carter whoops and Justin lifts me off my skates and spins me around as the guys talk over one another in their excitement.

“Holy crap,” Showbiz Schroeder says. “Ho.Ly. Crap.”

This is the closet Showbiz comes to swearing (admirable, considering the potty mouths on our team), further evidence that this announcement is a big deal.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“One of our coaches starting calling my older brother, Carter “Six Four” back in our Squirt days because he was already so tall and sure as shit, he’s six four.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“In all my years of playing hockey (eleven total between the Halcyon Lake Arena Youth Hockey Association and on the high school team, thirteen if you count falling on my ass as a toddler, chasing after my brothers), I’ve never had a nickname.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun

“I both dread and welcome the hour of intense drills, the stretch and burn in my muscles, the pure instinct of muscle and play. I also dread the beatdown I’m going to get for being late, even though I have a good reason.”
― Sara Biren, Cold Day in the Sun