Quotes About Snow

The envelope he was carrying was dated January 15, 1965, a Saturday—and it had snowed then too.

He is overcome with the disease of love, the drunkenness of generations past. When are we ourselves, he wonders, trudging through the snow-covered banks, his coat illuminated by moon-light.

They had no communal mythology; no tales of treason, treasure, and snow forts. It was a safe existence but not a fairy-tale one.

Snow harder! Snow more! Snow blizzards galore! I can't get enough Of the fluffy white stuff! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow a ton! Snow a heap! Snow ten feet deep! I wouldn't cry If it snowed til July. Snow! Snow! Snow!

The cold earth steps below, Above the cold sky shone; And all around, with a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow, The breathe of night like death did flow Beneath the sinking moon.

There's one good thing about snow, it makes your lawn look as nice as your neighbor's. - Clyde Moore

The flakes are the size of tiny feathers, and that's the way snow is, it's not necessarily cold.

Geometry exists as an innate phenomenon in our consciousness. In the external world a perfectly formed snow crystal would never exist. But in our consciousness lies the glittering and flawless knowledge of perfect ice.

Reading snow is like listening to music. To describe what you've read is like explaining music in writing.

The flakes stuck in my eyelashes. They fell on my sleeves. Huge. Flowers and stars. They fell onto each other, held their shapes, became small piles of perfect asterisks and blooms tumbled together in their discrete geometries like children's blocks.

darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow,

For He says to the snow, ëFall on the earth,í and to the gentle rain, ëPour out a mighty downpour.í

Have you entered the storehouses of snow or observed the storehouses of hail,

When the Almighty scattered the kings in the land, it was like the snow falling on Zalmon.

He spreads the snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes;

Does the snow of Lebanon ever leave its rocky slopes? Or do its cool waters flowing from a distance ever run dry?

His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow.