Snow Quotes - Page 13

The Olympics are kind of weird. You have to be on a team. That's cool if you're a skier. But in snowboarding, you just want to be your own person.

Cement doesn't give as much as snow.

She was spirit and presence, as rare and brilliant as snowflakes in sunlight, and he could not bring himself to harm her.

Snow has turned the world into a cemetery. But the world already was a cemetery and the snow has only come to announce it.

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

I am not sure that any sight or sound on earth is as exquisite as the hushed descent of a sky full of snow.

The Snow-drop, Winter's timid child, Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears.

A lie is like a snow-ball; the longer it is rolled, the larger it is.

Just as a mountain of snow is nothing but water, so also the whole universe is nothing but bliss.

There are times when one certain snow condition is great for one particular brand of skis.

Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.

Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.

Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on the floor, or the one red leaf the snow releases in March

Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.

Until you have courted the bluebills in the snow, you have not tasted of the purer delights of waterfowling

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.

Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze..., Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind- Thy windy will to bear!

That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant snow, constant weather patterns of all sorts - blizzards, cyclones.

Every one knows how the snow lies in the valleys of the Alps, forming a plain which slopes gradually downward towards the outlet Imagine such a valley ten miles across, with just such a sloping plain, not of snow but of earth.

K2 is not some malevolent being, lurking there above the Baltoro, waiting to get us. It's just there. It's indifferent. It's an inanimate mountain made of rock, ice, and snow. The "savageness" is what we project onto it, as if we blame the peak for our own misadventures on it.

There are few, if any, Canadian men that have never spelled their name in a snow bank.