Best 782 quotes in «snow quotes» category

Whenever we don't turn the ball over, we're pretty productive. When you're turning the ball over, you're cutting down on offensive opportunities.

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.

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 discover a new world every time we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with 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 held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

We just lay on our bellies in the snow, gasping and immobile.

We just did a bunch of songs, and there was a lot of enthusiasm for the songs that we made. We didn't feel like we had to do Miike Snow. We just did it because, I mean, I guess we felt like it would be a bit of a shame to leave it where we left it.

We took a straight course up the great snow ridge.

We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow.

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

What exactly did you find in Atlanta?” Frank unzipped his backpack and started bringing out souvenirs. “Some peach preserves. A couple of T-shirts. A snow globe. And, um, these not-really-Chinese handcuffs.” Annabeth forced herself to stay calm. “How about you start from the top—of the story, not the backpack.

What is last year's snow to me, Last year's anything? The tree Budding yearly must forget How its past arose or set

What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

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

Vnder water, famine; under snow, bread.

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.

We are nearer neighbours to ourselves than whiteness to snow, or weight to stones.

We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.

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.

We panic if there's two centimeters of snow in London.

Western Tibetan Buddhists are always looking out there at the distant snow peaks and they lose the flowers along the path.

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

What, are you doing? Aside from getting your sandwich cold." "I’m making a snow angel. Don’t you know what that is?" "Yes, I know. But why? You must be freezing." "Not so much, actually. My face is a little, I guess.

When I go to bed at night, I've got so much grease on my body I wear snow chains to hold up my gown.

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.

When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old.

...when the words pour out of you just right, you understand that these sentences are all part of a river flowing out of your own distant, hidden ranges, and all words become the dissolving snow that feeds your mountain streams forever. The language locks itself in the icy slopes of our own high passes, and it is up to us, the writers, to melt the glaciers within us. When these glaciers break off, we get to call them novels, the changelings of our burning spirits, our life's work.

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.

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.

When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.

When snow melts, what does it become?' It becomes water, of course' Wrong! It becomes spring!

When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, have you grown old.

When we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little while. The spring returns and the winter snows melt and fill us with new energy.

Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow.

With watercolour, you can pick up the atmosphere, the temperature, the sound of snow shifting through the trees or over the ice of a small pond or against a windowpane. Watercolour perfectly expresses the free side of my nature.

. . . word-sniffing . . . is an addiction, like glue -- or snow -- sniffing in a somewhat less destructive way, physically if not economically. . . . As an addict, I am almost guiltily interested in converts to my own illness . . .

Working exterior nights in Vancouver, when it's raining and snowing, is a little daunting, when you haven't slept.

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.

You know," he said, "I keep wanting to say that it's like Simon Snow threw up in here... but it's more like someone else ate Simon Snow—like somebody went to an all-you-care-to-eat Simon Snow buffet—and then threw up in here.

When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it's magical.

While wishing a beautiful snowing for the streets of your city, do not forget also to wish a warm house for the homeless!

Why do people take notice of first snowfalls but not the last days of snow? Remember the last too.