Snow Quotes - Page 2

She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her bones. She could leave her whitened bones scattered on the snow and depart like light. Whitened bones. A whited sepulcher.

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. It was as if happiness spread through your body with the cold, but then disappeared and brought depression, all in less then two seconds. It was unbelievable, and yet, addicting.

The dark, twisting clouds that had settled over Vendona’s streets seemed to open up and glide past the winking moon. The wind moaned slowly as it died while the trees began dancing with a melody only known to nature. The city became alive, and time raced forward as the sky warmed slightly. It was no longer snowing.

...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

and the idea of nothingness - the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling - has, in my dear master’s work and in my memories of him, something as high and luminous as sunlight upon snowy, unscalable peaks.

Centomila gavette vuote di cibo, colme di ghiaccio, costellavano la neve e segnavano la sorte dei combattenti imprigionati nella sacca presso il Don.

They've never known a time when people drank rain water because it was pure, or could eat snow, or swim in any river or brook. The last time I drove to Washington the traffic was so bad that I could have made better time with a horse.

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.

All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her to memory. It got so bad that Olivia turned to her husband and said: "Has it happened at last, Gerald? Have I become a curiosity?

You both talk too much,” the kid says. “Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.”
We shut up, which I find hysterically funny.

Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

The skin of frozen snow crunched satisfyingly beneath my boots as I smashed each step into the ground just as I planned to smash my foes.

...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.

If I you were able to count all the snowflakes outside; you would get a small fraction of how much i love you