Quotes & Sayings About Snow Flurries

I divined and chose a distant place to dwell
T'ien-t'ai; what more is there to say?

Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold,
My grass gate blends with the color of the crags,
I pick leaves to thatch a hut among the pines,
Scoop out a pond and lead a runnel from the spring.

By now I am used to doing without the world,
Picking ferns, I pass the years that are left.
The trail to Cold Mountain is faint
the banks of Cold Stream are a jungle

birds constantly chatter away
I hear no sound of people
gusts of wind lash my face

flurries of snow bury my body
day after day, no sun
year after year no spring. — Hanshan

The policeman move up the line saying, You can't fuck, go home. You can't fuck neither remove youself. You look like you can fuck, stay. You go, you go. Hold on, hold on now, you move like is you the one who getting the fucking. Batty boy, remove youself, and you, you better stay. — Marlon James

Brutha tried to put it out of his mind, which was like trying to empty a bucket underwater. — Terry Pratchett

We should never wait for science to give us permission to do the uncommon; if we do, then we are turning science into another religion. — Joe Dispenza

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

I didn't feel like going any further in this scene with the boy. He was not a professional actor, and if I had pushed the scene any further it would have destroyed the tone of the movie. — Louis Malle

It's so quiet this high up, the feeling you get is that you're one of those space monkeys. You do the little job you're trained to do. Pull a lever. Push a button. You don't understand any of it, and then you just die. — Chuck Palahniuk

Kairos moment. An' it means," and from somewhere in his soused brain he dredged up words of surprising clarity, "the telling moment. The special moment. The supreme moment. — Robert Galbraith

Snowflakes fall from high.
Flurries lift and twirl below.
The world has turned white. — Richelle E. Goodrich

He handed his brother the drink and sat beside him. Drifts of snow skittered past the wall of glass in flurries. "How was the evening?"
Cyn took a swig of his drink. "She's not interested in any of them, so do not worry."
He automatically straightened. "I am not worried."
As the leader of the mountain clan, he was not concerned about a human female other than her capacity as his responsibility.
"Hmm."
Con was silent for a long moment. "She is not?"
"No. — Savannah Stuart

If flurries be the food of quests, snow on. — Ian Doescher

Flurries of snow obscured the view through the windows, but they were halfhearted and ultimately inconsequential, like the parting shots of a defeated army. Angel — John Connolly

Similarly, perhaps it never did snow that August in Vermont; perhaps there never were flurries in the night wind, and maybe no one else felt the ground hardening and summer already dead even as we pretended to bask in it, but that was how it felt to me, and it might as well have snowed, could have snowed, did snow. — Joan Didion

If you choose to give and give of your own free will, give with a good heart, expecting absolutely nothing in return and holding no strings over those you give to. — Mary Solomon

He pointed upstream and led us through the foggy morning, with spotty snow flurries and a forty percent chance of death. — Rick Riordan

Yeah, I love living in New York, man, and people who live in New York, we wear that fact like a badge right on our sleeve because we know that fact impresses everybody! I was in Vietnam. So what? I live in New York! — Denis Leary

We know that the body needs bread, therefore we seek for bread for it: so must we seek for the food of the soul. — Lancelot Andrewes

He had read somewhere that the Eskimos had over two hundred different words for snow, without which their conversation would probably have got very monotonous. So they would distinguish between thin snow and thick snow, light snow and heavy snow, sludgy snow, brittle snow, snow that came in flurries, snow that came in drifts, snow that came in on the bottom of your neighbor's boots all over your nice clean igloo floor, the snows of winter, the snows of spring, the snows you remember from your childhood that were so much better than any of your modern snow, fine snow, feathery snow, hill snow, valley snow, snow that falls in the morning, snow that falls at night, snow that falls all of a sudden just when you were going out fishing, and snow that despite all your efforts to train them, the huskies have pissed on. — Douglas Adams

By noon, in a gray February world, we had come down through snow flurries to land at Albany, and had taken off again. When the snow ended the sky was a luminous gray. I looked down at the winter calligraphy of upstate New York, white fields marked off by the black woodlots, an etching without color, superbly restful in contrast to the smoky, guttering, grinding stink of the airplane clattering across the sky like an old commuter bus. — John D. MacDonald

I thought if every teacher in every school in America--rural, village, city, township, church, public, or private, could inspire his pupils with all the power he had, if he could teach them as they had never been taught before to live, to work, to play, and to share, if he could put ambition into their brains and hearts, that would be a great way to make a generation of the greatest citizenry America ever had. — Jesse Stuart

..the poem is made of sequences in which images, figures of speech and rhythm are undivided. One needs to enter this 'undivision'", and what it does, the proposition it issues, in both senses of the word, logical and erotic: "Let us call a sentence a proposition. A poem makes propositions — Michel Deguy