Quotes About Snow

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I cried when I was drafted by Buffalo... You can't be a great quarterback in snow and 30 mile-an-hour wind.

I grew up in Southern California. If it's snowing on a day I'm supposed to train, I'll just stare out the window in all my gear and be like, 'Hmmm, maybe not today.' I hate being cold.

How the snow falls in the north! Flake on flake falling incessantly, until the small dingles are almost on a level with the uplands. It throws itself on the leaves of autumn, and holds them down in security from the strongest winds.

The whole climate is changing: the winds, the ocean currents, the storm patterns, snow packs, snowmelt, flooding, droughts. Temperature is just a bit of it.

The snow continues with high winds we remain at this camp to day in consequence of the weather.

When you play in New England you have cold weather, hot weather, windy weather, or snow.

I love snow; I love building snowman. The only thing I don't like is the cold - so if we could have a hot Christmas, that would be amazing.

Michigan, the state that invented winter.

A snowman in a town where it didn't snow, made by a boy who couldn't wait to leave, and given to a girl who had never belonged.

Sad? — No. But I hate winter. I hate the snow. In weather like this, you'd really think that the world wasn't made for man and that we're here by accident.

Then the night lessened, the clouds ashened slightly, and the men became starkly black and brown against the gray of the snow.

Still, now and then they seemed to be holding behind them the surprising, the magic vistas of childhood - the sudden snow at night, whirling and furring without sound against the window; the full moon and all its shadows on the lawn; the Christmas sleigh and reindeer in the sky.

The first snow of the new year lifted my burdensome thoughts. The snow brightened and cleaned and filled the air with oxygen.

The snow fell deeper that Easter than it had in forty years, but June walked over it like water and came home.

The snow had come down in the night, heavily, covering everything. Millie knew the moment she opened her eyes. The air inside was different, filled with a cold radiance. It was a struggle to leave her bed beside the radiator.

The tea was made from aromatic cedar fronds and melted snow. It was her favorite kind of tea. There was something about the water that was swirled through the heavens, frozen, scooped up, and boiled with cedar.

Where will you be my darling, the last time it snows on earth?

Outside, the snow drifted down the layers of air, flake by flake. Watching the snow glide down put Patrice into a trance

At last, the pure and fragile snow was falling upon us, separating off the air from the dirt, the living from the dead, the reader from the book.

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Snow does not freeze the hands, but like ether distends the lungs until they burst. All the ships are sinking with fire in their bowels, and there are fires hissing in the cellars of every house.

There had been nothing but snow, and if you looked at it long enough, you would begin to hear a white noice - a kind of silence that takes hold of your soul with its cold hands and doesn't release it for a long time.

I wanted to lay down my cloak so that her feet might not be sullied by the dirty snow, but of course I could not - not only for the seeming excess of the gesture, which might have frightened away any sane woman, but also for a D shear impracticality of doing so at continuous intervals.