Quotes About Snow

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

This is not a pleasant April. Some mornings the air is so white and still you might expect a fall of snow, and at night the sky expands, as it does in December.

C'était une nuit de pleine lune. On y voyait comme en plein jour. Une armée de nuages aussi cotonneux que des flocons vint masquer le ciel. Ils étaient des milliers de guerriers blancs à prendre possession du ciel. C'était l'armée de la neige.

A new darkness pulled away the room, inked out flesh and outlined bones. My mother was wide awake again. She become sharply herself - bone, wire, antenna - but she was not afraid. She had been pared down like this before, when she had travelled up the mountains into rare snow - alone in white not unlike being alone in black. She had also sailed a boat safely between land and land.

Fall gently, snowflakes Cover me with white Cold icy kisses and Let me rest tonight.

Hoping is a vague, unsophisticated, and largely uninteresting state of mind. One associates it with children and their feelings about birthday presents and snow days. Compared to the surgical precision of sentence adverbs like presumably, ostensibly, and understandably, hopefully is a bowl of mush.

On the north side of the train the windows were plastered with snow, and on the south side great clouds of snow were whipped along by a sixty-mile gale. There was snow on top of the train and snow under the train, and all the snow there was left in the

But that was a notion as wispy as the high thin clouds that were being driven away by a brisk wind, and behind those wispy clouds was a wall of dark, tumultuous cloud that promised snow.

Tirò su una palata di neve e la buttò in strada. Si polverizzò a mezz'aria e turbinò via.

Desperately, he looked out over the fjord. Far below, on the other side of the frozen strait, his village huddled in the snow. Firnstayn: four longhouses and a handful of huts, all ringed by a laughably weak palisade. The wooden wall, built from the trunks of fir trees, was meant to keep wolves at bay and to be an obstacle to plunderers. The palisade would never stop the manboar.

After five years spent in retirement, he died of a chill caught while experimenting on refrigeration by stuffing a chicken full of snow. Bacon

The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world.

The chilly blue of loneliness was a shadow on snow. The

He could look out the window and see nothing but deep snow and deep woods, the perfect picture for Christmas.

If you want. It's not really your kind of thing," Perry said. "It's a snow globe. You know, a big old house and lots of Vermont snow. I thought it might remind you of me." "I don't need a snow globe to remind me of you," Nick said, which was probably the most romantic thing he had ever heard himself say. It made him blush.

But that did not make Mirko happy - the world was melting away; what was a grade compared with the world? He gazed through the windows and watched the thickly falling snow.

Skis on snow, mountains in white, bracing wintry air, forced deep breathing, gliding into grace — these are nature's ways of healing a skier's heart. Healing it one run at a time

One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.

And so the space Of my still consciousness Is full of gilded snow, The which, no cat has eyes enough To see the brightness of. — Ezra Pound, from "Middle-Aged," Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, 1912–22 . Edited by Harriet Monroe. (Chicago, 1912–22)

Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful! We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias. But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist; flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths in a thicket of new veins, and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.

También sobre el alma nieva. La nieve del alma tiene copos de besos y escenas que se hundieron en la sombra o en la luz del que las piensa.

The river Guadalquivir Flows between oranges and olives The two rivers of Granada Descend from the snow to the wheat Oh my love! Who went and never returned The river Guadalquivir Has beards of maroon The two rivers of Granada One a cry the other blood Oh my love! Who vanished into thin air

Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it 'white'.