Snowbound Quotes & Sayings

To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love (the other), to know that writing compensates for nothing, sublimates nothing, that it is precisely there where you are not
this is the beginning of writing. — Roland Barthes

It's terrifying to realize your own decisions are shaping your destiny. — S.J. Kincaid

It was all so strange, so unlike what he had been looking forward to. — Leo Tolstoy

I like colonic irrigation because sometimes you find old jewelry. — Joan Rivers

Don't speak ill of your predecessors or successors. You didn't walk in their shoes. — Donald Rumsfeld

My name was in the wind, and the wind was high above the snowbound city. There was no difference between the sound of my name and the sound of the wind. I was in the wind and the wind was in me, and beneath us were the crystalline haloes of golden light wrapped about the streetlamps, and the muffled plops of snow falling from eaves, and the dry rattles of the dead leaves clinging to the indifferent boughs. — Rick Yancey

If you were charged with fixing the U.S. auto industry, how would you do it?

The guys who run the auto companies are out of touch with their customers and their employees. They ride to work in their limousines. They go up in their elevators and lock themselves in their offices. They don't walk out into the plants. They wouldn't even drive in the neighborhoods where their employees live. They give themselves big bonuses when the company isn't making any money. I'd make them get involved with the people who are building the cars. They've got to become real people. — Ken Hendricks

I myself am more ready to distort a fine saying in order to patch it on to me than to distort the thread of my argument to go in search of one. [A] — Michel De Montaigne

That's all I wanted to do as a kid. Play a guitar properly and jump around. But too many people got in the way. — Syd Barrett

It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say. — Maud Hart Lovelace

The phantom of the man-who-would-understand,
the lost brother, the twin
for him did we leave our mothers,
deny our sisters, over and over?
did we invent him, conjure him
over the charring log,
nights, late, in the snowbound cabin
did we dream or scry his face
in the liquid embers,
the man-who-would-dare-to-know-us?
It was never the rapist:
it was the brother, lost,
the comrade/twin whose palm
would bear a lifeline like our own:
decisive, arrowy,
forked-lightning of insatiate desire
It was never the crude pestle, the blind
ramrod we were after:
merely a fellow-creature
with natural resources equal to our own. — Adrienne Rich

Uncertainty is the normal state. — Tom Stoppard

In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune. — Princess Shikishi

The choice is ours: we can keep on craving what we don't have, and so perpetuate our unhappiness, or we can adjust our attitude toward what we do have so that our expectations conform to our experience. — Andrew Weil

The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky-
So many white clouds-and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears ...
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver. — Katherine Mansfield

He was too bold," said Abigail with a shake of her head. "It was not proper. And he is Roman." Leah — Janette Oke

Somehow, she and the physicians rolled the stone back from the cave and eventually he was released to the high-dependency unit. — Terry Hayes

My daddy's face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to avalanche, his eyebrows bend like black limbs of leafless trees. His skin takes on the pale cheerless yellow of winter sun; for a jaw he has the edges of a snowbound field dotted with stubble; his high forehead is the frozen sweep of the Erie. — Toni Morrison

Dark, cold, and snowbound, Russia has the sort of climate in which the spirit of Christmas burns brightest. — Amor Towles

Watch that boy. He's going to startle somebody someday. — Daphne Du Maurier

People don't know how to deal with stress and depression, so they're nasty to other people because it makes them feel better about themselves. — Kate Nash