Quotes About Snow

When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.

All unemployed Jews are sent to labour camps in the countryside. A survivor remembered that "It was like a Russian winter. The snow lay metres deep on the tracks and froze over. To be there made one feel as though one was overwintering in Nova Zemlya."27

This woman might have a daughter, but she was as innocent and pure as newly fallen snow.

Try tropic for your balm,Try storm,And after storm, calm.Try snow of heaven, heavy, soft, and slow,Brilliant and warm.Nothing will help, and nothing do much harm.

Ye, fare wel al the snow of ferne yere!

It snewed in his hous of mete and drynke.

Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.

We looked at the fire. "This is one hell of a date," I said. "Trapped by a horde of vampires in the middle of a snow-covered field, huddling around a tiny fire on thin blankets," Curran said. "Drink it in, baby. All this luxury just for you." "At least it's not raining." We both looked up just in case a freak downpour decided to drench us, but the night sky was clear. Nothing but stars and desperation.

Nadie se fija en nadie, Richard. Y nosotros parecemos una pareja madura de vacaciones. —¿En la nieve? ¿En dos vehículos? ¿Con una niña llorona y un perro vestido de Sherlock Holmes? Y tú con esos pelos colorinches. Por supuesto que llamamos la atención, mujer.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

There was a small boy of Quebec Who was buried in snow to the neck: When they said 'Are you friz?' He replied 'Yes, I is - But we don't call this cold in Quebec!'

Canada's climate is nine months winter and three months late in the fall.

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

The rainforest has an intense beauty that at times seems almost suffocating. The jungle is one twig short of impenetrable, and the greenery seems to crowd in on you with a sensation that has been described as akin to snow blindness.

In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.

The strange white world lay stroked by silence. No birds sang. The garden was no longer there, in this forested land. Nor were the out-buildings nor the old crumbling walls. There lay only a narrow clearing round the house now, hummocked with unbroken snowdrifts, before the trees began, with a narrow path leading away.

It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much worse than death.

Just one more thing. I kill Snow.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

Snow lands on top.

It was particularly vexing because the bulk of the Snow family fortune had also been invested in munitions — but in District 13.

And last but least, District Twelve girl . . . she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.

I welcome the blizzard, with its ferocious winds and deep, drifting snow. This may be enough to keep the real wolves, also known as the Peacekeepers, from my door. A few days to think. To work out a plan. With Gale and Peeta and Haymitch all at hand. This blizzard is a gift.

You know, sometimes I do hear funny things on that side. Things you wouldn't ordinarily think have a sound. Like insect wings. Or snow hitting the ground." Perfect. Now all the attention will turn to the surgeons who fixed my deaf ear after the Games last year, and they'll have to explain why I can hear like a bat.