Best 786 of Snow quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 13 Sep

Peter Tosh

And I ask why am I black, they say I was born in sin, and shamed inequity. One of the main songs we used to sing in church makes me sick, 'love wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Karen Hesse

Hope It started out as snow, oh, big flakes floating softly, catching on my sweater, lacy on the edges of my sleeves. Snow covered the dust, softened the fences, soothe the parched lips of the land. And then it changed halfway between snow and rain, sleet, glazing the earth. Until at last it slipped into rain, light as mist. It was the kindest kind of rain that fell. Soft and then a little heavier, helping along what had already fallen into the hard-pan earth until it rained, steady as a good friend who walks beside you, not getting in your way, staying with you through a hard time. And because the rain came so patient and slow at first, and built up strength as the earth remembered how to yield, instead of washing off, the water slid in, into the dying ground and softened its stubborn pride, and eased it back toward life.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Zinaida Gippius

They gathered after mass, sang hymns and read. Everyone had grown even more serene; beneath the sisters' kerchiefs it was as if there were no faces. When they met Daryushka — it was as if they bowed down lower. She was walking in the Spirit. Daryushka was entirely serene. She was thinking of nothing, had turned within herself, peering inside; and inside her all was smiling ever so gently. After the storm clear days came, frosty, crackling, clear days. Snow and sky, snow and sky, and the sky was even brighter, whiter, from the snow — and the snow sparkled with blue fires from the sky. Daryushka went down to the river with buckets, to the ice-hole. She went down to the landing alone... Snow, and sky, and brilliance... ("He Has Descended")

By Anonym 14 Sep

Donald Barthelme

Take me home," Snow White said. "Take me home instantly. If there is anything worse than being home, it is being out.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Peter Matthiessen

The light irradiates white peaks of Annapurna marching down the sky, in the great rampart that spreads east and west for eighteen hundred miles, the Himalaya- the alaya (abode, or home) of hima (snow).Hibiscus, frangipani, bougainvillea: seen under snow peaks, these tropical blossoms become the flowers of heroic landscapes. Macaques scamper in green meadow, and a turquoise roller spins in a golden light. Drongos, rollers, barbets, and white Eqyptian vulture are the common birds, and all have close relatives in East Africa.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tracy Brogan

I don't want you to go back to Miami already." "You don't? You could have your house all to yourself." Her voice was whisper soft. "I don't want my house all to myself. I like you in it. I like watching the yoga." "You could get cable. They have lots of yoga shows on cable." He moved a little closer, and she stretched her legs out in front of her. "It would be quite the same as watching it live," he said.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

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

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Crowley

Snow not falling but flying sidewise, and sudden, not signaled by the slow curdling of clouds all day and a flake or two drifting downward, but rushing forward all at once as though sent for. (The blizzard of '36 had looked like that.) And filling up the world's concavities, pillowing up in the gloaming, making night light with its whiteness, and then falling still in every one's dreams, falling for pages and pages... ("Novelty")

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kami Garcia

The way she told it, she was such a criminal even the most God-fearing church ladies got bored of reporting on her; she did the marketing on Sunday, dropped by any church she liked or none at all, was a feminist (which Mrs. Asher sometimes confused with communist), a Democrat (which Mrs. Lincoln pointed out practically had "demon" in the word itself), and, worst of all, a vegetarian (which ruled out any dinner invitations from Mrs. Snow).

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kenneth Patchen

Snow is the only one of us that leaves no tracks.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Antoine De Saint-exupery

You'll be bothered from time to time by storms, fog, snow. When you are, think of those who went through it before you, and say to yourself, 'What they could do, I can do.'

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Shakespeare

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Henry David Thoreau

Let a slight snow come and cover the earth, and the tracks of men will show how little the woods and fields are frequented.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Suzanne Collins

Just one more thing. I kill Snow.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Murasaki Shikibu

People make a great deal of the flowers of spring and the leaves of autumn, but for me a night like this, with a clear moon shining on snow, is the best -- and there is not a trace of color in it. I cannot describe the effect it has on me, weird and unearthly somehow. I do not understand people who find a winter evening forbidding.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

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

By Anonym 17 Sep

Bai Juyi

NIGHT SNOW I was surprised my quilt and pillow were cold, I see that now the window's bright again. Deep in the night, I know the snow is thick, I sometimes hear the sound as bamboo snaps.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Tammara Webber

There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Steve Baldwin

When the full moon was out the other night, it created one of the most spectacular scenes that I have seen in the Alps. The high glaciers of the Mont Blanc range were glowing an eerie bright blue-white, and they looked like huge ghost ships in the dark ocean of sky, sailing amongst black mountain valleys. There were no clouds, and the moon was a huge and perfect disc tracking across the sky, shining on different parts of the glaciers through the night. Looking up, I saw the black silhouette of the mid-altitude mountains below the ethereal shining high-mountain terrain, which created a weird vision: the ghostly glaciers floating, and appearing separate, contrasting sharply with the dark valleys beneath. The Aiguille Verte especially, being so steep and isolated, seemed almost like a holographic mast with sails, plowing into the rolling waves, chasing after the Mont Blanc summit with its billowing spinnaker...

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles De Leusse

Eternal snows are at the top. Eyes of beautiful are at the top. (Neiges éternelles sont au sommet. - Yeux de la belle sont au sommet.)

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert James Thomson

Motors that are vulnerable to shorting out because of snow ingestion should have snow filters installed over air intakes, and spare motors should be ready to replace any failed motors.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Derek Landy

What?" she asked again. He pointed ahead of them. "See that?" "What, the snow?" "Beyond that." "More snow?" "Stop looking at the snow.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Steven Johnson

Legendary innovators like Franklin, Snow, and Darwin all possess some common intellectual qualities—a certain quickness of mind, unbounded curiosity—but they also share one other defining attribute. They have a lot of hobbies.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sierra Donovan

It’s ok,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Shannon A. Thompson

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

David Guterson

When it comes time to sit down and write the next book, you're deathly afraid that you're not up to the task. That was certainly the case with me after Snow Falling on Cedars.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Oscar Wilde

Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Deb Caletti

A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Phil Elvrum

When I read War and Peace in Norway, really far away from humanity for a long time, it was such an amazing, affirming blast of "humanity" in all forms. It totally cracked my mind-nut open and rainbows shot out. I loved humanity and being alive, rather than wanting to bury my head in the snow.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jeanette Winterson

It is snowing. In the English language we do not know anything about the 'it' that is snowing. It might be God. Maybe not. Anyway. It. Is. Snowing.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Marty Rubin

The snow in winter, the flowers in spring. There is no deeper reality.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kiersten White

Streams of melting snow.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Henry David Thoreau

The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Martine Leavitt

When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death  And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us  In the dark don't we know  And when we are paralyzed by nightmares  We know what you are.  With our first cries we rail against you.  We see you in every drop of blood in every tear.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Charles Portis

This ends my true account of how I avenged Frank Ross' blood over in Choctaw Nation when snow was on the ground.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Henry Ashley

The snow continues with high winds we remain at this camp to day in consequence of the weather.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Schwarzer

I can't just go up to people standing in the snow at the German-Austrian border and ask them: "Are you an Islamist?" When people flee to us from war zones, we first have to help. But we also have to be quick to look very closely at who it is that is coming.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rachel Hawthorne

How could it be winter without snow?I appreciated every season, but winter was my favorite.I loved when it was time to pull out my thick sweaters.I loved the smell of a wood fire.I loved skiing and snow boarding and sledding, when i could find the time-although time was in a short supply when school was in session.I even enjoyed the cold, wintry weather, it was great for snuggling.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alan Jay Lerner

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Samantha Chase

He swallowed hard. "How do you feel?" "I feel like I want to close these drapes, turn down the lights and crawl into that bed with you and spend the night making love with you. All night." She blushed furiously. ... "All night, huh?" he asked. She nodded. He gave her a sexy grin and repeated her earlier words back to her. "Deal.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Martin Luther

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alfred Stieglitz

My picture, Fifth Avenue, Winter is the result of a three hours' stand during a fierce snow-storm on February 22nd 1893, awaiting the proper moment. My patience was duly rewarded. Of course, the result contained an element of chance, as I might have stood there for hours without succeeding in getting the desired pictures.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Tana French

I had been right: freedom smelled like ozone and thunderstorms and gunpowder all at once, like snow and bonfires and cut grass, it tasted like seawater and oranges.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tim Krabbe

In interviews with riders that I've read and in conversations that I've had with them, the same thing always comes up: the best part was the suffering. In Amsterdam I once trained with a Canadian rider who was living in Holland. A notorious creampuff: in the sterile art of track racing he was Canadian champion in at least six disciplines, but when it came to toughing it out on the road he didn't have the character. The sky turned black, the water in the ditch rippled, a heavy storm broke loose. The Canadian sat up straight, raised his arms to heaven and shouted: 'Rain! Soak me! Ooh, rain, soak me, make me wet!' How can that be: suffering is suffering, isn't it? In 1910, Milan—San Remo was won by a rider who spent half an hour in a mountain hut, hiding from a snowstorm. Man, did he suffer! In 1919, Brussels—Amiens was won by a rider who rode the last forty kilometers with a flat front tire. Talk about suffering! He arrived at 11.30 at night, with a ninety-minute lead on the only other two riders who finished the race. The day had been like night, trees had whipped back and forth, farmers were blown back into their barns, there were hailstones, bomb craters from the war, crossroads where the gendarmes had run away, and riders had to climb onto one another's shoulders to wipe clean the muddied road signs. Oh, to have been a rider then. Because after the finish all the suffering turns into memories of pleasure, and the greater the suffering, the greater the pleasure. That is Nature's payback to riders for the homage they pay her by suffering. Velvet pillows, safari parks, sunglasses: people have become woolly mice. They still have bodies that can walk for five days and four nights through a desert of snow, without food, but they accept praise for having taken a one-hour bicycle ride. 'Good for you.' Instead of expressing their gratitude for the rain by getting wet, people walk around with umbrellas. Nature is an old lay with few suitors these days, and those who wish to make use of her charms she rewards passionately. That's why there are riders. Suffering you need; literature is baloney.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ilona Andrews

Hold your horses. I'm coming."... "From where I'm standing you're just breathing laboriously." The snow swam out of focus. "Breathing hard. Are you coming or just breathing hard. You've got to get your one-liners straight.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kiersten White

Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Todd Strauss-schulson

Having to act like an adult because I was directing a big movie but also feeling like a child because we had reindeer and big cameras and they had fake snow. I just wanted to go play in the snow.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Dick Allen

itt was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling

By Anonym 19 Sep

Ashly Lorenzana

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Autumn Jordon

No, I'm from the South, remember? We get snow when we've done something to upset God, which we don't do very often.