Quotes About Snow

There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house

Liesel and Papa made their way through the book, this man was traveling to Amsterdam on business and the snow was shivering outside. The girl loved that- the shivering snow. That's exactly what it does when it comes down, she told Hans Hubermann.

Immediately. Her brother was next to her. He whispered for her to stop, but he, too, was dead, and not worth listening to. He died in a train. They buried him in the snow.

Highlight: "Arschloch!" Papa yelped. "Liesel, give me some of that snow. A whole bucket!" For a few minutes, they all forgot. There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house.

It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater.

And far away, in the room that stretched like a bridge to a nameless town, her brother, Werner, played in the cemetery snow.

Another noteworthy point is that the first was stolen from snow and the second from fire.

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. She only realised her mother had come back for her when she felt the boniness of a hand on her shoulder. She was being dragged away. A warm scream filled her throat.

Still in disbelief, she started to dig. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldnt- Within seconds, snow was carved into her skin. Frozen blood was cracked across her hands. Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white.

It felt as though the while globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a jumper.

Había un tren y un niño tosiendo. Había nieve y una niña destrozada por el dolor.

For a few minutes, they all forgot. There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snaches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house.

Snow had been falling consistently, and the service to Munich was forced to stop due to faulty track work. There was a woman wailing. A girl stood numbly next to her. In panic, the mother opened the door. She climbed down into the snow, holding the small body. What could the girl do but follow?

She attempted to explain. I—when ... It was sitting in the snow, and— The spoft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder.

On the extreme verge of the horizon lie a long chain of mountain peaks, with their rugged summits flecked with snow.

roaring, on a hot, sunny day. But if any expressed surprise at the extent of preparation, Mel Bakersfeld would remind them that removing snow from the airport's operating area was equal to clearing seven hundred miles of highway. Like the Snow Desk

There would be the light of the snow. And then this incredible crescendo of birds.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

and the trees kept moving …they just wouldn't stop moving …so I laid down and made a snow angel.

Flakes of snow swirled and danced across the porch. The Overlook faced it as it had for nearly three-quarters of a century, its darkened windows now bearded with snow, indifferent to the fact it was now cut off from the world… Inside its shell the three of them went about their early evening routine, like microbes trapped in the intestine of a monster.

A great snow is the calm death of struggle and the transformative birth of life.

Love is life's snow. It falls deepest and softest into the gashes left by the fight - whiter and purer than snow itself.

Sanctification makes us holy and destroys the breed of sin, the love of sin and carnality. It makes us pure and whiter than snow. Bless His holy name!

I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything.