Quotes About Snow

Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska wont make it white.

Theres one good thing about snow, it makes your lawn look as nice as your neighbors.

In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.

Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.

Challenging snow is one of my favorite kinds of skiing, and I like being able to switch techniques at liberty.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

My retirement plan is to find a shopping cart with good snow tires.

A cloud is never a mirror -Words about clouds are clouds themselves -If snow falls inside a cloud, only the cloud knows -A cloud dreams only of triangles -Clouds are in love with horizons -The cloud that was gone would never come back -Every lake desires a cloud -A cloud is a cathedral without belief -Clouds cannot see what we do under the umbrella -Clouds are thoughts without words

and nose and pulled his cap down low over his eyes. But the snow now rode on a shuddering gale. It pounded him, found the collar of his coat, and crawled down his back. It stung his knuckles through his mittens and gnawed at the exposed right side of his face until his skin was raw and then numb.

Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

New Yorkers who had gone to bed on Sunday evening to the sound of rain were startled on Monday morning to find snow sifting in through cracks around their windows and piling up in front of their doors so fast that even those who left home at dawn had to dig their way out.

A fist, delicate and lily white, punched out of the snow and smacked Daniel in the nose. He jerked backward, his feet slipped, and he landed on his backside. He looked at the hole in the snow made by the fist and saw Grace's cherry-red nose poking out of the snowdrift. He suspected his nose was now the same color, and not because of the cold. "Well, it's certainly nice to see you boys." Grace smiled and pulled her nose back out of sight.

Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it warms them

Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I couldn't imagine it being so many things, and I wondered if she had taken license with her story as Father always claimed. I couldn't stop thinking of it. Snow.

I knew why he chose the brown. It was the plainest of my dresses, certainly drab in his eyes, but all the better to contrast and showcase the red he'd have me wear tomorrow. I had no doubt he'd ordered the snow itself as the perfect backdrop, and surely he'd ordered the sun to shine in the morning so as not to deter the crowds.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

He looked gloomily out of the misty window, opaque with the breath of himself and an elderly Indian officer, who was his only companion, and watched the fleeting landscape, which had a certain phantom-like appearance in its shroud of snow. He wrapped himself in the vast folds of his railway rug, with a peevish shiver, and felt inclined to quarrel with the destiny which compelled him to travel by an early train upon a pitiless winter's day.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.

Penser à toi, c'est comme jeter des flocons dans un feu. Il est une certaine forme de bonheur qui me fait peur à peu près pour toujours.

Los pájaros se entierran en pleno cielo. Incluso la más elegante de las nubes está repleta de sus cuerpecitos yertos. Se dice que de cada 10.189 gotas de lluvia, 1 sería la lágrima de un pájaro y que de cada 16.474 copos de nieve, 1 el fantasma de un pájaro descolgado de la placenta celeste.

you make the fire and I'll show you something wonderful: a big ball of snow!

Black forest nothing you say matters it snows all morning

Suvvia, andiamo a contemplare la neve fino a cadervi dentro.