Snow Quotes - Page 6

With every falling flake, a unique spark of interest falls from heaven.

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

Cooking is like snow skiing: If you don't fall at least 10 times, then you're not skiing hard enough.

The snow is falling on the deserted field of my life, and my hopes, which roam far, are afraid of becoming frozen or lost.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

Despite all I have seen and experiences, I still get the same thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high mountain gully and feel the same urge to climb toward it.

Two polar groups: at one pole we have the literary intellectuals, at the other scientists, and as the most representative, the physical scientists. Between the two a gulf of mutual incomprehension.

It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

Have you seen the snow leopard? No! Isn't that wonderful?

Winter invites white; white invites silence; silence invites peace. You see, there is so much peace in walking on the snow!

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

I'm that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow.

The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.

It's easy to love the snow because at the end of every snowstorm it's as if the world has started over. There is no dirt, no footprints, just a layer of seamless, indiscriminate nature connecting everything to everything else. Isn't that the amazing thing about the natural world? You can tear it down, you can drill holes in it, you can ignore its power with all your might, but one morning you wake up and it has selflessly given despite all of our abuse. I think I'll make a snowman.

Life is like walking through snow: every step shows.

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

We writers - we're the snowflakes of the literary world. We each have our own shape.

No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go?

I've reached my goal with snowboarding.

Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. [The Motto Of The U.S. Postal Service]

We look up at the same stars and see such different things." - Jon Snow

Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, Ere sunset all is snow.