100 Quotes About Snow

The snow was an amazing thing. It fell in beautiful, magical patterns that only Mother Nature could create. It was beautiful because it made everything look better. Everything was tranquil and peaceful when the snowflakes landed Read more

It was peaceful because you were free to do what you wanted without any distractions. And it looked better than anything because of the way the flakes floated down to earth.

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and...
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I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops. Nikki Giovanni
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There are easy ways to bring back summer in the snowstorm Unknown
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Your words on the screen are my color palette I dip my brush into your words and paint you On the sky, on the ceiling, on the snow; on the tablet Of things eternal : love truth beauty happiness Unknown
What, Rudolph wasn’t available?
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What, Rudolph wasn’t available? Sierra Donovan
Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no...
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Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered. Candace Bushnell
At the end of the night awaits the white morning:...
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At the end of the night awaits the white morning: showered in sunlight. Gerrit Achterberg
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen,...
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She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her. Maggie Stiefvater
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Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either. Unknown
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When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff. Joseph Boyden
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So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, – A universe of sky and snow! . John Greenleaf Whittier
Some people spend their entire lives seeing the snow without...
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Some people spend their entire lives seeing the snow without ever seeing the magic in the existence of one snowflake. Emily Littlejohn
Let every man shovel out his own snow, and the...
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Let every man shovel out his own snow, and the whole city will be passable, " said Gamache. Seeing Beauvoir's puzzled expression he added, "Emerson.""Lake and Palmer?""Ralph and Waldo. Louise Penny
I don’t give sick days if you’re playing in the...
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I don’t give sick days if you’re playing in the snow.” He’s being funny, or trying to be funny. I can never tell which. Zoe Cruz
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I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep – great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth's magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery. . Edward M. Purcell
In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow...
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In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love. Aberjhani
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it...
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A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. George R.r. Martin
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black...
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His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin. George R.r. Martin
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning...
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A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship. Markus Zusak
Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.
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Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine. Criss Jami
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Sometimes there is no choice but to walk into your own house. Far away, you think, and you do not want to see. You come home and you say do not tell me. You say, I have hunted the elk all over the snowfields of the Selway, and I do not want to know what happened here. And then there is a morning you walk in and take a look in your own house, like any traveler. William Kittredge
I want to visit the snow in Antarctica before global...
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I want to visit the snow in Antarctica before global warming turns it into a tropical paradise. Steven Magee
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I have no use for these other loves. Seal them shut in jarsand place them in the pantry. A reserve of love. Thank them for their love. They are so kind. Perhaps store them in the fridge For others to take. They say love is a panacea. I know it is not. Flakes of snow, no two are alike. When I am down on my knees, hopeless and angry, for the world no longer makes sense, I won't look in the pantry or fridge. It is your hand pressing on my shoulderthat makes me whole, makes me forget. What trouble? What world? . Kamand Kojouri
The sound we hear when it snows is the soft...
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The sound we hear when it snows is the soft song of the white beauty! Mehmet Murat Ildan
Close your eyes. Hear the silent snow. Listen to your...
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Close your eyes. Hear the silent snow. Listen to your soul speak. A.D. Posey
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The weather is nature's disruptor of human plans and busybodies. Of all the things on earth, nature's disruption is what we know we can depend on, as it is essentially uncontrolled by men. Criss Jami
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There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He never makes a false step, never shies. If there is a river or fjord to cross (and we shall meet with many) you will see him plunge in at once, just as if he were amphibious, and gain the opposite bank. Jules Verne
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The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright. Maud Hart Lovelace
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Is there anything whiter than winter snow? Laiah Gifty Akita
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The way the snowflakes float like tiny feathers–there’s an elegance to it. I could watch for hours. It’s hypnotic. It reminds me of the feeling I get when I stand on the beach, watching the waves. I’m mesmerized by the power, the vastness, and the mysteries of nature. There’s definitely something holy or divine about it. I wonder if it’s the same feeling people get when they enter a church. . Alex Z. Moores
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The snow in winter, the flowers in spring. There is no deeper reality. Marty Rubin
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The field was covered with ice crystals sticking up like a garden of little diamonds. Sophia was beside her now, and the two animals walked slowly into the crystal blossoms. Flora was enchanted. For a moment she forgot she was hungry, tired, and ill-equipped to make this journey. She forgot to worry about Oscar. She forgot to worry that there would never be a useful job for her. She kicked up her front hooves with each step and watched the ice crystals scatter in front of her. . Chris Kurtz
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Snow... blots and softens the top of every object like ice on a plum pudding. Hedges, telegraph wires, cars, postboxes, recycling bins. The world is losing its edges. Look upwards and it seems as if the stars themselves are being poured from the sky and turn out not to be vast and fiery globes after all but tiny, frozen things which melt in the palm of your hand. Mark Haddon
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Only mountains can feel the frozen warmth of the sun through snow's gentle caress on their peaks Munia Khan
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And I sat there at the patio, while the whole of universe, was getting engulfed, in the whitest whiteness of snow. Down, near my rough paw, is soft snow, mannering a fidgeting embryo. I monitored the snow that plunged, on the soil of my backyard, and realized it melting fast. Was that the temperature or, my eyes on it overcast? While I think of this melted exalt, I am obliged to ask, What ought happens to the thoughts? Where do they get tossed? When they are forgot? Scorched? Scoffed? Deformed? Unadorned?. Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together. Vesta M. Kelly
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Winkler's breath plumed up onto his glasses. The entire valley was enveloped in a huge, illuminated stillness. Above him the clouds had pulled away and the sky burned with stars. The meadow smoldered with light, and the spruce had become illuminated kingdoms, snow sifting from branch to branch. He thought: This has been here every winter all my life. Anthony Doerr
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Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent. Toni Morrison
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Those footprints in the snow led me to this wildfire. Akshay Vasu
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The wind swept the snow aside, ever faster and thicker, as if it were trying to catch up with something, and Yurii Andreievich stared ahead of him out of the window, as if he were not looking at the snow but were still reading Tonia’s letter and as if what flickered past him were not small dry snow crystals but the spaces between the small black letters, white, white, endless, endless. Boris Pasternak
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Lords of fire and earth and water, Lords of moon and wind and sky, Come now to the Old Man's daughter, Come from fathers long gone by. Bring blue from a distance eye. Lords of water, earth, and fire, Lords of wind and snow and rain, Give to my heart's desire. Life as all life comes with pain, But blue will come to us again. Madeleine LEngle
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7 Up soda pop mixed with bright pink grenadine with a chemical-tasting maraschino cherry stuck to the plastic straw. It was one of those drinks marketed for children, but Mandy could see that she wasn’t the only adult ordering one. For some reason or other these old-fashioned restaurants always seemed to attract old ladies ordering strawberry Jell-O with whipped cream, truck drivers ordering “worms and dirt” (chocolate pudding with Oreo cookies squished over the top in a glass bowl, fruit-flavoured gummy worms over the cookie crumbs) and businessmen trying not to get syrup from their hot fudge sundaes on their neckties and tailored suits. Mandy figured that maybe they were all trying to grasp a time way back in the past when they were all little children, excitedly ordering desert for a special occasion under the warm incandescent light from above, cheerful and bouncing music filling their minds. Hurriedly she ate the food, paid the tab and hurried back to her car in the bitter wind, not wanting to stick around for very long. Rebecca McNutt
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Strains of music spring up, crystallizing in the night air like rain turning suddenly to snow, drifting to earth. Lauren Oliver
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Mandy was thinking back to when she was five years old, when she, her parents and Jud went outside before Christmas and had a snowball fight with the gray snow of Sydney Mines. “This is a wicked blast, ” Jud would say, and Mandy would snap photos with a 35mm disposable film camera, photos she wished very much she could step into sometimes. Rebecca McNutt
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All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her to memory. It got so bad that Olivia turned to her husband and said: "Has it happened at last, Gerald? Have I become a curiosity? Helen Oyeyemi
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Snow cleaning of the world's largest telescope mirrors was an impressive sight. The optics technicians would climb into a huge telescopic boom lift and spray immense clouds of cold carbon dioxide snow and gas onto the ten meter diameter mirrors high above the floor indoors. It would cause some of the accumulated dirt to magically fall off, leaving it less dirty. Steven Magee
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I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there's only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It's as if he's speaking the words again. "Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other." He's right. We did. The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead. . Suzanne Collins
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Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same. Kamand Kojouri
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And the idea of nothingness – the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling – has, in my dear master’s work and in my memories of him, something as high and luminous as sunlight upon snowy, unscalable peaks. Unknown
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There is something joyful about storms, that interrupt routine. Snow or freezing rain suddenly releases you from expectations, performance demands, and the tyranny of appointments and schedules. And unlike illness, it is largely a corporate, rather than individual experience. One could almost hear a unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside, where nature has intervened to give respite to the weary humans slogging it out within her purview. All those affected this way are united by a mutual excuse, and the heart is suddenly, and unexpectedly, a little giddy. There will be no apologies needed for not showing up to some commitment or other. Everyone understands and shares in this singular justification, and the sudden alleviation of the pressure to produce makes the heart merry.. Even if it's hardly more than a day or two, somehow each person feels like the master of his or her own world, simply because those little droplets of water freeze as they hit the ground. Even commonplace activities become extraordinary. Routine choices become adventures and are often experienced with a sense of heightened clarity. . William Paul Young
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Joy — in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet. Donna Lynn Hope
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Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it. Munia Khan
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One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see. Ezra Jack Keats
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It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea. Dylan Thomas
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I’ll find out who’s inside. Wait here and keep alert! ’ Hallam rasped. He skirted the main path to skulk towards one of the shuttered windows on the building’s eastern wall. There was a crack in the wood and he gently inched closer to peer inside. There was a hearth-fire with a pot bubbling away and a battered table made of a length of wood over two pieces of cut timber. A small ham hung from the rafters, away from the rats and mice. He couldn’t see anyone but there was a murmur of voices. Hallam leaned in even closer and a young boy with hair the colour of straw saw the movement to stare. It was Little Jim. Thank God, the child was safe. Snot hung from his nose and he was pale. Hallam put a finger to his lips, but the boy, not even four, did not understand, and just gaped innocently back. Movement near the window. A man wearing a blue jacket took up a stone bottle and wiped his long flowing moustache afterwards. His hair was shoulder-length, falling unruly over the red collar of his jacket. Tied around his neck was a filthy red neckerchief. A woman moaned and the man grinned with tobacco stained teeth at the sound. Laughter and French voices. The woman whimpered and Little Jim turned to watch unseen figures. His eyes glistened and his bottom lip dropped. The woman began to plead and Hallam instinctively growled. The Frenchman, hearing the noise, pushed the shutter open and the pistol’s cold muzzle pressed against his forehead. Hallam watched the man’s eyes narrow and then widen, before his mouth opened. Whatever he intended to shout was never heard, because the ball smashed through his skull to erupt in a bloody spray as it exited the back of the Frenchman’s head. There was a brief moment of silence. ‘28th! ’ Hallam shouted, as he stepped back against the wall. ‘Make ready! . Unknown
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It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way. Jennifer Faye
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The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing. William Goldman
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Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning. Katherine McIntyre
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The majority of boys think the highest form of creativity is weeing a pattern into snow. Beth Garrod
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I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below. Ashly Lorenzana
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Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these. Ashly Lorenzana
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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. Peter Matthiessen
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The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling – a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing. Stephen King
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Since it has quietly began to snow, new distances have awakened within me. Gerrit Achterberg
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I guess I was lucky I didn't drown, or smother in the thick, black, icy mud that the river left behind in its slow withdrawal back within its banks. I didn't feel lucky. When I regained consciousness, my head and ribs winning the battle with the rest of my body for sharp, almost unbearable pain, my first thought was Chrissy. Chrissy, pulled away from me by the merciless power of the water. Chrissy, lost somewhere, maybe injured, calling for me and I wasn't there for her. Chrissy, beautiful, wonderful Chrissy, quite probably lying in the mud, dead! My scream of anguish, of pain and loss, echoed through the empty Liverpool streets. There was no shame or embarrassment in that shout, that bellow of emotion. I had lost the woman I loved. Nothing I’d ever felt compared to the agony, the gut-wrenching loss of that moment. I cried. I sat there in the middle of a street I didn't recognise, not knowing how far the wave had carried me, and cried. Neil Davies
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It’s January and I’m kicking snow off the ground. I just threw out the flower you made me promise to water, handle with care, because I was too careless, you said. Careless with things and people, around me and behindand I remember being still for just a second or two, thinking that it’s so much easier to leave and start anew, than take care of what’s already here. Charlotte Eriksson
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Don’t predict the condition of the entire day by the state of the morning. You don’t judge a book by its cover. A cloudy morning is no guarantee for a rainy day! Israelmore Ayivor
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My goal is to read as much as possible books, my dream is to meet the snow person, the storm person and to make something together. I will be the rain, Snowy will be the snow, Stormy will be the storm - it's not so complicated as far I see. Deyth Banger
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If snow melts down to water, does it still remember being snow? Jennifer McMahon
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Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow. Elif Shafak
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Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world. Sarah Addison Allen
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She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina. She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm. Sarah Addison Allen
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... but in the winter they were ensconced in a white powder of sparkling snow. Carla Reighard
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In the winter, the snow had become glittery fairy dust that had given all the creatures of the meadow warm clothes and a fire to help them endure the winter. Carla Reighard
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I? I am the wind, ’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son is the lightning that strikes through the black night. My grandson is light that pierces the dark sky at dawning.’ ‘Ah, ’ said the first emu, ‘and we know your daughter is the snow that falls softly from above and clothes the world in white. You want but the rainbow – that is and was and never will be, and is yet the promise of life – and the glittering ice which is there and is gone: then you and your family will possess all magic. . Elyne Mitchell
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Do you not think, Mrs. Givings, that snow is always kind? Because it has to fall slowly, to meet the ground slowly, or the eyelash slowly– And things that meet each other slowly are kind. Sarah Ruhl
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Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the airby myself in the snowand I was not okay. Charlotte Eriksson
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A man could be at the coffee-house every evening laughing and playing cards with his friends, he could have so much fun with his classmates that there is never a moment they arent´t exploding into laughter, he could spend every hour of the day chatting with his intimates, but if that man has been abandoned by God, he´d still be the loneliest man on earth. Orhan Pamuk
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I used to be fine in my lonelinessbut somethingor someonesnapped me out of itand showed me company. What it’s like to feel at home, and so the going on by myself part wasn’t as easy anymore. Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the airby myself in the snowand I was not okay. Charlotte Eriksson
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..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ... John Geddes
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Then came nightthat was like falling water. At times, for hours, a bird spirit, half buzzard, half swan, just above the rushesfrom which a snow-storm howls. Peter Huchel
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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. Unknown
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I often wondered how it would be to tramp off into the mountains and keep going until I was exhausted, then simply sink into the snow and fall asleep. Then the wolves could have me. To want to die in the forest and be eaten by wolves: another marker of incipient madness. Patrick McGrath
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He held up his hand, and in it was... Oh, God. The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell. Jill Shalvis
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...every life is like a snowflake: individual existences might look identical from afar, but to understand one´s own eternally mysterious uniqueness one had only to plot the mysteries of one´s own snowflake. Orhan Pamuk
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A new darkness pulled away the room, inked out flesh and outlined bones. My mother was wide awake again. She become sharply herself - bone, wire, antenna - but she was not afraid. She had been pared down like this before, when she had travelled up the mountains into rare snow - alone in white not unlike being alone in black. She had also sailed a boat safely between land and land. Maxine Hong Kingston
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A great snow is the calm death of struggle and the transformative birth of life. A.D. Posey
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Suddenly Ka realized he was in love with Ä°pek. And realizing that this love would determine the rest of his life, he was filled with dread. Orhan Pamuk
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It is astounding to find that the belly of every black and evil thing is white as snow. And it is saddening to discover how the concealed parts of angels are leprous. John Steinbeck
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It’s ok, ” he murmured. “I’ve got you. Sierra Donovan
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They laughed. They kissed. They loved. Samantha Chase
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We'll have all night for slow and sweet, " she said softly. "But right now, I really want that hard and fast you mentioned earlier. Samantha Chase
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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. Samantha Chase
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I've been thinking about this all day, " he said between kisses. "All. Day."Who was she kidding? She'd been harboring this fantasy for weeks. And then in a move that was becoming her 'thing', Alesha leaned back and pulled her sweater over her head and gave Reece a sexy smile. "Was this part of what you were thinking?" His hands came up and cupped her breasts, his breath ragged, but his eyes were on hers. "This is better. Samantha Chase
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Stop talking, " she said boldly as she closed the distance between them until they were touching. "We can walk to the bedroom or you can carry me but if you don't decide soon I may just go insane. Samantha Chase
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Do you have any idea how badly I want to pick you up and carry you into my bedroom and make love to you? Samantha Chase
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He kissed her. He touched her. He fantasized about how incredible it would be to strip her down and make love to her. But tonight wasn't the night for that. With his mind made up, Reece simply enjoyed the moment -- the feel of her, the sounds she made and knew he probably wasn't going to get any more sleep once he left her and said goodnight. Samantha Chase
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Reece?" she asked softly." Hmmm?"" Kiss me." And he did. There wasn't even a possibility of saying no. Samantha Chase
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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. Tracy Brogan
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You do this often?" she asked." Drink or hijack women? Debbie Macomber
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She'd taken ten years off his life, frightening him the way she had, and now he'd easily subtracted another ten by kissing her. If he spent much more time with Jenna Campbell, he'd be dead inside a week. Debbie Macomber