Snow Quotes - Page 19

These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.

Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.

Who was I? The stranger was footsteps in the snow a long time ago.

Sprigs of plum by the corner of the wall Are blooming alone in the cold; If not for the subtle fragrance drifting over Who could tell this from snow on the boughs.

You write your name in the snow Yet say nothing.

It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Every snowflake is unique, yet they are each perfect.

In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.

Yes, everyone in the districts will be watching me to see how I handle this death sentence, this final act of President Snow’s dominance. They will be looking for some sign that their battles have not been in vain. If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me…but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?

Off the packed trail we experience the miracle of corn snow, skiing atop the crust, like skiing on an eggshell that has been sprinkled with sugar.

I have total respect for anyone who discovers a band like Snow Patrol. I would be hopeless at signing a rock band, or anything alternative, cause I don't know what that audience are into and I don't particularly like that kind of music.

It's exciting to go from snowboarding to skateboarding because I get to start as the underdog again.

Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

It is folly to shiver over last year's snow.

And while you was bangin on tables, I was bangin Snow White.

Given that we are passing the climate change bill, which is based on the supposition that the climate is getting warmer, let me point out that it is now snowing outside, in October.

When we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little while. The spring returns and the winter snows melt and fill us with new energy.

The Duke of Dunstable had one-way pockets. He would walk ten miles in the snow to chisel an orphan out of tuppence.

If you grow up where a snow mountain lifts its proud crown on the home horizon, in some strange way it becomes a member of the family.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

Always in the dream, it seemed as if there were a destination: a something--he could not grasp what-that lay beyond the place where the thickness of snow brought the sled to a stop. He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant. But he did not know how to get there.

I'm strong and I can do things that scare me. I can drive in the snow even though it terrifies me. I'm doing it all alone, I don't have a boyfriend, it was like, "I can do this."

The likelihood is that any English-speaking skier has more words for different types of snow than any inhabitant of Alaska or Greenland.