Wintertime Snow Quotes & Sayings

I've done quite a lot of dying on shows and in movies. To have a good death scene though - come on, it's brilliant. I love a good death scene! — Jared Harris

We gained his operational capabilities and he gained our marketing skills. — Mercer Reynolds

I focus on the words in front of me and continue reading the book that has now turned me into a voyeur through no fault of its own. — Ella Frank

First tell the truth, then give your opinion. — Dennis Prager

I became a sales manager at Digital Equipment, promoted from within the sales team. My peers were less than excited that I had gotten the job, especially one of my male peers who said he just wasn't going to work for a woman. — Carol Bartz

The very first words that we, the American nation, spoke were right here in Philadelphia. You know those words: "We the people." It wasn't, "We the conglomerates." It wasn't, "We the corporations." It was, "We the people. — Al Gore

In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia. — James Earl Jones

I lay in the bed at the hospital and said, 'let's see what I have left.' And I could see, I could speak, I could think, I could read. I simply tabulated my blessings, and that gave me a start. — Dale Evans

I loved wintertime in Kabul. I loved it for the soft pattering of snow against
my window at night, for the way fresh snow crunched under my black rubber boots,
for the warmth of the cast-iron stove as the wind screeched through the yards,
the streets. But mostly because, as the trees froze and ice sheathed the roads,
the chill between Baba and me thawed a little. And the reason for that was the
kites. Baba and I lived in the same house, but in different spheres of
existence. Kites were the one paper thin slice of intersection between those
spheres. — Khaled Hosseini

Creativity is one of the highest transmissions of love. — Suzy Kassem

Life is never free of contradictions. — Manmohan Singh

To deny that there was this dark side of life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary illusion, a way station on the way to the higher "reality" of long, warm, pleasant summers. But summer, it turned out, was no more real than the snow that melted in wintertime. — David Guterson