Snow Quotes Quotes & Sayings

The message snow gives us is very valuable: The environment you live in can suddenly change! Are you ready for this? Let us be thankful to the snow for this spectacular warning! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Because I lay with him ... I've caught a glimpse of heaven. Or I understand what I need. Or I have the courage to be myself. — K.Z. Snow

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 — Richard L. Ratliff

His face is close to mine, his hand warm against my back through my shirt. Despite the smile on his lips, his gaze is so sad it feels like my heart is ripping in two, turning to ash as I look at him. He knows as well as I do that neither of us is leaving Avon alive if we touch down again. He'll never see snow, and I'll never teach him what skis are. — Amie Kaufman

I wanted to cover as much distance as possible to be away from where we were, but there was a storm which restricted me. And now, I have been praying for more snow for the last two days, but it's just melting away to plain water. — Sapan Saxena

See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire. Outside lie dark turned fields with rags of snow and darker woods beyond that harbor yet a few last wolves. His folk are known for hewers of wood and drawers of water but in truth his father has been a schoolmaster. He lies in drink, he quotes from poets whose names are now lost. The boy crouches by the fire and watches him. — Cormac McCarthy

And then
we no longer distinguish far nor near

They sleep
dream
gather branches
for this fire
the cloud brews

against the powerless day -

Long line of fugitives
beneath the snow — Deborah Heissler

Kindness is like a warm blanket of snow, softly covering and gently touching the heart. — Heather Wolf

Close your eyes. Hear the silent snow. Listen to your soul speak. — A.D. Posey

[it] isn't something you just get over. You don't go back to being who you were. It's more like a snow globe. War shakes you up, and suddenly all those pieces of your life - muscles, bones, thoughts, beliefs, relationships, even your dreams - are floating in the air out of your grip. They'll come down. I'm here to tell you that, with hard work, you'll recover. But they'll never come down where they once were. You're a changed person after combat. Not better or worse, just different. — Luis Carlos Montalvan

A great snow is the calm death of struggle and the transformative birth of life. — A.D. Posey

Mountains clothed in snow
Robed in white against blue skies
Mirrored in the lake. — Timothy Salter

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night ... — John Geddes

The two things, love and snow, that make the world look fresh again — Charles Finch

Van Gogh on Christmas:
And now we're slowly heading towards winter, and many dread it, but Christmas is wonderful, it's like the moss on the roofs and like the pine and the holly and the ivy in the snow.
Isleworth, 10 November 1876 — Liesbeth Heenk

Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it. — Munia Khan

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

For me, it feels like driving from truth into a lie, from adulthood to childhoold. I watch the land of pavement and glass and metal turn into an empty field. The snow is falling softly now, and I can faintly see the city's skyline up ahead, the buildings just a shade darker than the clouds. — Veronica Roth

An amber sunset, a flowing river, a snow capped mountain, a beautiful heart, a calm mind, deep eyes, the moon, the earth and the sky - they are all silent. It's the words that give them meaning, decipher their essence and share their message. — Rashmit Kalra

Why are you so hard on yourself?
I love you just the way you are,
with your withered coat and wet scarf dangling like a spotless chandelier.
The snow banks in Montreal are high, but I can see your trace, and silent grace and tin cup through the paned window.
The precipitation melts your face, distorting your expression through the aged glass; broken, when I threw ancient stones to get your attention
as a child.
I wanted a friend. The honest kind. — V.S. Atbay

In reality, Little Ones, there are two winters. One made for kids; the other for adults. The one made for adults is always too cold and always too long. The one made for kids is always perfect. A kid winter is an endless and wild snow carnival where all the rides are free. — Carew Papritz

Gingerbread houses
with gumdrops and peppermint
and marshmallow snow. — Richelle E. Goodrich

Only mountains can feel the frozen warmth of the sun through snow's gentle caress on their peaks — Munia Khan

Goths do not hate the world. They just learned to accept the world that refuses to understand them. — Enna Snow

Don't curse the snow, curse yourself for moving to a place with snow. — Ben Tolosa

The lonely, wistful revisionism of memories is as gratingly repetitive as snow and ice in Canada. I avoid them both at all costs - memories and Canada. — Brian D'Ambrosio

Keeping in mind the old mountain adage that the longer you take to set up your bivy site, the shorter the bivy you have to endure, we ended up taking two hours to dig the snow cave. — Erhard Loretan

Don't forget the snow in the summertime, because you will meet him again when the summer is over! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The robin in your tender heart
Hungers for the red berry
That titillates your tongue.
She carols as the snow falls -
And not with the chorus of the dawn
In radiant spring.
What might have been?
Your voice silenced,
The spirit of you
Destroyed,
I see glimpses of your fire
From the light that has vanished
From your eyes.
Your wings soar,
Only not to follow
Your heart.
Whatever the passion,
Let it burn.
It will save you. — Kyrian Lyndon

People are looking for chimes and resonances. Chimes leave echoes, and that's what rhyme is. Poetry is about leaving an echo imprint in somebody else's head, in the dark snow of their mind. — Diana Georgeff

Snow is like a wide sea. One could go out and be lost in it and forget the world, and oneself. — Greta Garbo