Snow Quotes

The two things, love and snow, that make the world look fresh again

It’s freezing and snowing in New York – we need global warming!

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

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.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.

When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff.

Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder-no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.

Let every man shovel out his own snow, and the whole city will be passable," said Gamache. Seeing Beauvoir's puzzled expression he added, "Emerson."

"Lake and Palmer?"

"Ralph and Waldo.

In your hands winter
is a book with cloud pages
that snow pearls of love.

On gray days, when it's snowing or raining, I think you should be able to call up a judge and take an oath that you'll just read a good book all day, and he'd allow you to stay home.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

Immersing oneself in the problems of a book is a good way to keep from thinking of love.

The very fact of snow is such an amazement.

beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously - racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost or among the golden wattles, galloping, galloping in the spring sun. Life might be dangerous, with beauty that was so difficult to hide, but life was always and ever had been very, very good

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city

Snow as fine and grainy as sugar covered the windows in and sifted off to the floor and did not melt.