Quotes About Snow

Nothing in American history can compare with the scale of the domestic espionage of Operation Snow White.

Stealthy approaches were hard to make through thigh-high drifts.

Five minutes to three in the afternoon. Exactly sixty-one hours before it happened. The lawyer drove in and parked in the empty lot. There was an inch of new snow on the ground, so he spent a minute fumbling in the foot well until his overshoes were secure. Then he got out and turned his collar up and walked to the visitors' entrance. There was a bitter wind out of the north. It was thick with fat lazy flakes. There was a storm sixty miles away. The radio had been full of it. The

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?

Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

Me pregunto si será por amor por lo que la nieve besa tan delicadamente a los árboles y a los campos

I told myself it was the snow—she couldn't possibly get to Philadelphia on the roads. I told myself a hundred lies. Children do that. It's amazing the sorts of things you'll make yourself believe.

The sport of skiing consists of wearing three thousand dollars worth of clothes and equipment and driving two hundred miles in the snow in order to stand around at a bar and get drunk.

Après ski is my favorite sport.

I STARTED MAKING MAPS WHEN I WAS SMALL SHOWING PLACE, RESOURCES, WHERE THE ENEMY AND WHERE LOVE LAY. I DID NOT KNOW TIME ADDS TO LAND. EVENTS DRIFT CONTINUALLY DOWN, EFFACING LANDMARKS, RAISING THE LEVEL, LIKE SNOW.

Not until I came to Canada did I realize that snow was a four-letter word.

Por colinas, caballos veloces aplastaban la nieve profunda… A un lado un templo sagrado solitario asomaba al camino. ………………… Mas de pronto estalló la nevasca, y la nieve cayó a grandes copos. En el ala azabache un silbido, sobrevuela un cuervo el trineo. ¡El gemido auguraba desdichas! Los caballos de andar presuroso oteaban las sombras lejanas, y alzando sus crines… ZHUKOVSKI

Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.

...The thick froth... Lustrous like freshly fallen snow, And resplendent like the spring's blossom.

Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring - that delicious commingling of the perfume of arbutus, the odor of pines, and the snow - soaked soil just warming into life.

It always puzzled Billy that so many of his most fond and formative memories took place in winter. The fact was that he never liked this season, except as a young child when falling white flakes were magical, and the sun on the snow-covered baseball fields in the park was the color of light through quartz.

Mrs. Bock told me to take the trail out of town, then go right and the Huftalens' farm was "just up a piece." Even with snow on the ground, her directions were fairly easy to follow. In fact, the only trouble with had was that I went over a hill and there was Johnnie Hatter out a ways with a small, furry creature wriggling in his arms. Probably trying to kill dinner, I thought. Which made me hasten my step along, I can tell you.

I said something to Carl about the snow, but he wasn't much concerned. Maybe he figured if I got lost and died in the snow he could escape school a while longer.

It was dusk - winter dusk. Snow lay white and shining over the pleated hills, and icicles hung from the forest trees. Snow lay piled on the dark road across Willoughby Wold, but from dawn men had been clearing it with brooms and shovels. There were hundreds of them at work, wrapped in sacking because of the bitter cold, and keeping together in groups for fear of the wolves, grown savage and reckless from hunger.

What more could I wish for in this magic world of my childhood, encircled by a love and warmth that reached out from within, strong enough to melt the icy snow and sustain me down all the years of my memory?

Minnesotans who bought scenic art usually avoided winter scenes. Hannah didn't find that surprising. Minnesota winters were long. Why would they want to buy a painting that would constantly remind them of the bone-chilling cold, the heavy snow that had to be shoveled, and the necessity of dressing up in survival gear to do nothing more than take out the garbage?

snowed in with secrets. Whenever she opened

The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so that the street was soon deserted, empty, quiet. And it could have been any street in the city, for the snow laid a delicate film over the sidewalk, over the brick of the tired, old buildings; gently obscuring the grime and the garbage and the ugliness.

Before the spring arrives there are such days: Under the thick snow cover rests the lawn, The dry-and-jolly trees are making noise, Tender and strong, the wind is warm. And body is amazed at its own lightness, And your own home is alien to you, And song that had just previously been tiring With worry you are singing just like new.