Best 782 quotes in «snow quotes» category

The road conditions are so variable here, there is ice, snow and everything in between. But a podium finish is a definite possibility if we stay smooth and adjust to the slippery conditions.

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

The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke.... glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run.

The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.

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

The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.

The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.

The Snow White the midnight the moon tales of the mechanics

The snow leopard is absolutely magnificent. It represents really what endangered species are all about.

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

The snow, which had fallen quietly at first, was now pelting against the windowpanes, driven by a wicked wind; the storm was rapidly assuming proportions of a blizzard.

the snow ... came in thick tufts like new wool - washed before the weaver spins it.

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

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?

The Snow-drop, Winter's timid child, Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.

The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.

The sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the downward drift of death. Wherever I turn - the golden cymbals of judgement, the summoning of the torturers of light.

The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.

THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country.

The time came around where the label was like, "Well, if you want something to come out in early 2017, it's going to have to be done by, like, so-and-so." So I plucked some of the old songs and wrote some new ones. Everybody keeps asking me, "Is this your L.A. record?" I was doing songs in a bedroom in New York, I was doing it in a bedroom in L.A. The only difference is when I look out the window, there's palm trees instead of snow.

The trouble with the last snowfall of the season is that you can't be sure.

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

The truth is, there are probably eight more Snow White scripts floating around out there. And once one Snow White script got hot, other people started pulling out their Snow White scripts.

The United States spends more money on African aid than any nation on earth.

The universe now appeared to me as a void wherein floated rare flakes of snow, each flake a universe.

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).

The worst thing about depression isn't the sense that you're accentuating the negative, it's that you're seeing things the way they really are, stripped of the illusions you use every day to divert yourself from the Yawning Maw of Futility. It's the wind that blows off the snow and reveals the stone.

They can afford to smile because they all have teeth so dazzling if they dropped them in the snow they'd be lost forever.

The young mouse's eyes snapped open, clear and bright. He swung the ancient sword high and struck at the giant adder. He struck for Redwall! He struck against evil! He struck for Martin! He struck for Log-a-Log and his shrews! He struck for dead Guosim! He struck as Methuselah would have wanted him to! He struck against Cluny the Scourge and tyranny! He struck out against Captain Snow's ridicule! He struck for the world of light and freedom! He struck until his paws ached and the sword fell from them!

This work somehow awakened my dormant powers of will and I began to practice self-control. At first my resolutions faded like snow in April, but in a little while I conquered my weakness and felt a pleasure I never knew before - that of doing as I willed.

The whole of northern Norway was covered with snow to depths which none of our soldiers had ever seen, felt, or imagined. There were neither snow-shoes nor skis - still less skiers. We must do our best. Thus began this ramshackle campaign.

The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.

This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

Those who are broad-minded and considerate are like the spring breeze, warm and nurturing, at show touch all being grow. Those who are envious an d cruel are like the snow of the northlands, stilling and freezing, at whose touch all beings die.

Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

To defend his purity, Saint Francis of Assisi rolled in the snow, Saint Benedict threw himself into a thorn bush, and Saint Bernard plunged into an icy pond... You - what have you done?

Time is a snow globe; you shake it and everything changes.

Vnder water, famine; under snow, bread.

Until you announce me as the #1 contender for the WWE Championship, I suggest you watch me make snow angels.

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

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

Until you have courted the bluebills in the snow, you have not tasted of the purer delights of waterfowling

Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. The poem tells me it’s no big deal that I’m not like Snow. I can be another thing; I’m meant to be another thing.

We faced blizzards, sub-zero temperatures, and of course dangerous snow conditions and vertiginous drops. That's what you get when you're working with fickle mother nature - you start out with a solid plan and it always changes, so you have to evolve and adapt.

Watching snowing would be much greater if there were no homeless people! Man can never be fully happy and comfortable till all men become happy and comfortable!

Watch out where the Huskies go And don't you eat that yellow snow

We [Frisch and Lise Meitner] walked up and down in the snow, I on skis and she on foot (she said and proved that she could get along just as fast that way), and gradually the idea took shape that this was no chipping or cracking of the nucleus but rather a process to be explained by Bohr's idea that the nucleus was like a liquid drop; such a drop might elongate and divide itself.

We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I never imagined such a thing could occur within our very selves.