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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 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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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?

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.

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

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.

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

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 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 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 took a straight course up the great snow ridge.

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.

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

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, 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.

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.

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.

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

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

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 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.