Quotes About Snow

I crossed the street. The snow felt rather good, but then I'm a monster.

It had been bitter winter and the fire behind her seemed magical its brightness as he had stood in the snow watching her as she spun the thread as he had seen a hundred mortal women do.

There were hours when only the city talked to me, the great clattering, rattling, rustling city of New York, with its traffic forever clanking, even in the thickest snow, with its layers upon layers of voices and lives rising up to the plateau on which I lay, and then beyond it, vastly beyond it in towers such as the world before this time has never beheld.

Deeply encased in snow, I couldn't move and couldn't see, save what my mind could see if I chose to use it, and wishing to die, I used nothing

Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel's every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke. The glazed snow crackled underfoot as he started towards the great hall.

So you do have more fight in you. (Thanatos) Looks like the devil just hiked his ass up to Alaska to see the snow. C'mon, punk, let's dance. (Zarek)

Well, Lord Debonair and Lady Lethal, if we can have a minute of your time, we do have a psycho to hunt. (Allen) (Jess glared over his shoulder at Allen, but before he could comment, Syra shot another bolt from her crossbow. Allen went flying and landed flat on his back in the snow. Syra walked over to him and stared down.) I don't particularly like Squires and I really hate the Blood Rites. So save yourself some pain and don't speak to me again. (Syra)

...sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.

The snow reminded me of the beauty and mystery of creation, of the essential joy that is life.

The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life.

It harassed him always, that beautiful snow. He could never understand why he didn't go to California. Yet he stayed in Colorado, in the deep snow, because it was too late now.

And there she was, framed against the bright sunlight reflecting from the snow outside and as breathtakingly beautiful as he knew he would always remember her to be, no matter how long he lived or how old they might become.

freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...

snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...

winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...

So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

Snow falling in the woods when there's no wind is the most peaceful thing I've ever seen.

A bad black horse steals Steals into my head And moves across the landscape Of my mind, while I sleep. He does what he likes in there. Next day I feel The damage. In the quiet mist I watch her go. It feels like snow. There's a feeling that I get. I walk back home Sad and slow.

Good King Wenceslas looked outOn the feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about,Deep and crisp and even.