Snow Quotes - Page 10

There is no such thing as too much snow.

All of a sudden you have this feeling of clarity. Backcountry snowboarding has really done a lot to boost that feeling in me.

Only brooms Know the devil Still exists, That the snow grows whiter After a crow has flown over it

She smiled. She knew she was dying. But it did not matter any longer. She had known something which no human words could ever tell and she knew it now. She had been awaiting it and she felt it, as if it had been, as if she had lived it. Life had been, if only because she had known it could be, and she felt it now as a hymn without sound, deep under the little whole that dripped red drops into the snow, deeper than that from which the red drops came. A moment or an eternity- did it matter? Life, undefeated, existed and could exist. She smiled, her last smile, to so much that had been possible.

I am younger each year at the first snow.

Why do people take notice of first snowfalls but not the last days of snow? Remember the last too.

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke.... glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

Snow is so beautiful, it doesn't have to be useful.

The time came around where the label was like, "Well, if you want something to come out in early 2017, it's going to have to be done by, like, so-and-so." So I plucked some of the old songs and wrote some new ones. Everybody keeps asking me, "Is this your L.A. record?" I was doing songs in a bedroom in New York, I was doing it in a bedroom in L.A. The only difference is when I look out the window, there's palm trees instead of snow.

Everyone of you has a health that is unique and totally different from everybody else. Completely! Because we... are all like snowflakes.

The snowflake never needs to feel responsible for the avalanche.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.

I read about a guy in Michigan this winter who was cruising along on his snow mobile. "Whoo hoo!" Didn't see a barbed wire fence. FOOM - cut his head right off. And I'll be honest with you, my first thought was... That's how I want to go. Having the time of your life, "whoo hoo!" FOOM. I want the last thought in my head to be, 'Hey, check out that headless snow mobile driver. He's got a jacket just like mine.'

The devoted golfer is an anguished soul who has learned a lot about putting, just as an avalanche victim has learned a lot about snow.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

You know it's important to have a Jeep in Los Angeles. That front wheel drive is crucial when it starts to snow on Rodeo Drive.

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.

I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

Snow. White, white, white, soft and clean, and maddening shapes, with the whole world in them.

[The left] they've got their little security jackets and bubbles they live in, and they don't let anything in that isn't preapproved. These are snowflakes. They're not gonna let anything in that's gonna upset them.

He'd be better off shoveling snow.