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The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.

The moral of Snow White is never eat apples.

The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.

The only way I'd worry about the weather is if it snows on our side of the field and not theirs.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

There's a theory of accidents that I studied when I was making a film about nuclear weapons: you can never eliminate accidents, because the measures you introduce to prevent accidents actually produce more accidents. That's certainly true of this sport; you're flying over 40 feet of what might look like snow, but it's hard as ice, it's as hard as pavement. You're doing acrobatic spins and tricks, 40 feet above pavement, essentially. There's been more accidents since, and there are going to continue to be more accidents, that's the nature of the sport.

The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

There are few, if any, Canadian men that have never spelled their name in a snow bank.

There's just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you're special.

The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life.

There are few sights more pleasant to the eye, than a wide cotton field when it is in the bloom. It presents an appearance of purity, like an immaculate expanse of light, new-fallen snow.

There aren't a lot of guys like me left. But I'm a war horse. I've been through it all. And you know something about war horses? Through the sleet, through the snow, they just keep going.

There are times when one certain snow condition is great for one particular brand of skis.

There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on the floor, or the one red leaf the snow releases in March

There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God give milk and I have the pail.

There is no den in the wide world to hide a rogue. Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass. Commit a crime, and it seems as if a coat of snow fell on the ground, such as reveals in the woods the track of every partridge and fox and squirrel and mole.

There is no such thing as too much snow.

There is that unpredictability of the seasons that I enjoy. I like the threat of a tornado. I like the threat of four feet of snow.

There is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead.

There's a lot of terminology, like "washes whiter than snow," and these things which when they're said in a uniracial congregation, they just go fine. But when they're said in a mixed congregation, some people will get offended and wonder, "Why are you saying that? What are you saying?

There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.

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.

There was a young man of Quebec Who was frozen in snow to his neck, When asked, 'Are you Friz?' He replied, 'Yes I is, But we don't call this cold in Quebec.'

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

There would be hard times, but what did I care if we had hard times? The branches of my love were wide, and they caught the rain and the snow. We would be okay, the two of us together. We would be okay.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.