Quotes About Snow

Five trolls in a dra-a-a-a-ag,' the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. 'Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps and a succubus in the snow.

Five trolls in dra-a-a-a-ag," the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. "Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps, and a succubus in the snow.

They weren't graceful, being so low and foursquare. They reminded Mary of otters she had seen in zoos, the way otters moved on land; but otters were very graceful underwater. For wolverines, this was it. Not graceful. But of course this was a human perspective; they were also obviously capable, confident, happy on the snow.

He never read a book but often thought about God; it was unavoidable, a matter of simplicity and awe. The starry sky, the soughing of the forest, the solitude, the big snow, the majesty of the earth and what was above the earth filled him with a deep devoutness many times a day. He was sinful and godfearing; on Sundays he washed himself in honour of the holy day but worked as usual.

Om vinteren lå almænningen er stille og hvit og fuld av sne under nordlyset, om sommeren luktet det av hægg og barskog så det var en stor vederkvægelse. Det var som ta ind et måltid av stærke sjøfuglægg.

This was why we fought to survive. For love. Vincent had it all wrong. I'd had it wrong. Love wasn't the most destructive force in the universe. Love is the universe. That is the point. Between breaths, Jack said, "So this is snow, huh?" He'd never seen it before. Excitement bubbled up, and I started laughing. I pressed the radio button. "Isn't it amazing? Everything looks clean.

Sotto le nuvole bianche, cade la neve. Non si vedono né le nuvole, né la neve. Né il gelo, né lo splendore candido della terra. Un omino solo scivola sopra i suoi sci e va. La neve cade. Cade fino a che l'omino scompare tornando nella sua opacità. Il mio amico Serge, un amico di tanti e tanti anni, ha comprato un quadro. E' una tela di circa un metro e sessanta per uno e venti. Raffigura un uomo che attraversa lo spazio e poi scompare.

The enormous snow was set down far away. Sometimes I must use my love as the only way to describe it, and must hire the wind to demonstrate the wailing of women. It's hard for stones that roll from season to season to remember the dreamers and the whisperers in the grass, who fell in their love. And like a man who keeps shaking his wrist when his watch stops: Who is shaking us? Who?

Sono il profeta di ciò che è stato, io leggo il passato nel palmo della mano della donna che amo, prevedo le piogge invernali già cadute, sono un esperto della neve dell'anno scorso, richiamo dagli inferi le cose che sono state, vaticino ieri e ier l'altro. Sono il profeta di ciò che è stato

The wind howled furiously, and the driving snow beat in their faces; but little cared they for wind or snow as they hurried on their road, eager for revenge.

Å'uvre Neige Pensez que la neige tombe. Pensez que la neige tombe partout tout le temps. Lorsque vous parlez avec quelqu'un, pensez que la neige tombe entre vous et cette personne. Cessez de converser lorsque vous pensez que la personne est recouverte de neige.

From that moment, death hung over him, snugly, the way snow caps a red postbox after a particularly heavy snowfall.

It's nine thirty as night, and it's still eighty-seven degrees outside. Besides, this is Southern California. When God makes it snow here, it's not a plan; it's a miracle.

Coming from Chicago, I like a white Christmas.

What?" she asked again. He pointed ahead of them. "See that?" "What, the snow?" "Beyond that." "More snow?" "Stop looking at the snow.

By the way, dressing head to toe in black is not the best camouflage when you're in the snow." "Says the man in the navy-blue suit." "Ah, but all I have to do is remove my hat and my head blends into the background." "So then it looks like there's a navy-blue suit running around on its own, which is way less suspicious.

To appreciate the beauty of a snow flake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.

To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.

No two snowflakes are alike.

The snow came quickly, white hornets stinging in the thin atmospheric night.

La luz del sol ardiente del amanecer, que llegaba desde una distancia de ciento cincuenta millones de kilómetros, convertían la nieve en un mar de diamantes que casi hacía daño a la vista. Como todas las cosas hermosas.

Flakes fell softly, covering the already frozen castle grounds. When she stuck out her tongue, she could feel the flakes land on it. The little droplets of frozen water had the same name she did: Snow. Was she named for the snow or was the snow named for her? That's what she wondered. She was a princess, so the weather could have been named after her. Then again, snow had been around a lot longer than she had. She was only seven.

Remind me again why we listened to a talking snowman? We're in deep snow, the wind is howling, we have no shelter, and I'm sledding up a mountain based on a hunch.

Mostly, I hope for snow in winter and the fortitude to bear it. — Jennifer Chang, from "The Strangers", Some Say the Lark . (?Alice James Books; 1st edition (October 10, 2017)