In Snow Quotes

#1. It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.
As you may expect, someone has died.

Markus Zusak

#2. There was a young man of Quebec
Who was frozen in snow to his neck,
When asked, 'Are you Friz?'
He replied, 'Yes I is,
But we don't call this cold in Quebec.'

Rudyard Kipling

#3. One day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next worst thing to pure blizzardry, it was weather that wouldn't let you settle.

E.L. Doctorow

#4. She'd arrived a self-sufficient city woman, and now she was covered in snow, sitting on a bench beside a crazy person, and she had a duck on her lap. Who was nuts now?

Louise Penny

#5. Someone called actors 'sculptors in snow.' Very apt. In the end, it's all nothing.

Vincent Price

#6. Mountains clothed in snow
Robed in white against blue skies
Mirrored in the lake.

Timothy Salter

#7. There is something hot in snow: Its pure and clean look!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#8. An actor is a sculptor who carves in snow.

Lawrence Barrett

#9. Tom remembered standing there beside her, in font of that field covered in snow, and falling in love.

Andrew Kaufman

#10. But the smoke goes out of the chimney and into the air and sometimes I look up into the sky and I think that there are molecules of Mother up there, or in clouds over Africa or the Antarctic, or coming down as rain in the rainforests in Brazil, or in snow somewhere.

Mark Haddon

#11. He may have been waiting a long while, in snow or rain, yet his joy at my final appearance knows no resentment at my faithlessness, though I have neglected him all day and brought his hopes to naught.

Thomas Mann

#12. They have horses in 'Snow White?' I am lucky nothing nasty happens to horses in 'Snow White.'

Tarsem Singh

#13. Bob Goff loves people with a force that is natural, and by natural I mean like nature, like a waterfall or wind or waves on the ocean. He loves effortlessly, as though love packs annually in snow on a mountain, melting and rushing through him in an infinite loop.

Bob Goff

#14. Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.

Wallace Stevens

#15. The meeting with Prince William took place at the White House because Prince William wanted to see where the president spent his days, but the golf course was covered in snow.

Craig Ferguson

#16. Smothered by control
a tormented soul
trapped in his castle
Her tears rolling mist
proof she exists
in Snow White Darkness.

Diana Rasmussen

#17. When we retake the ancient places, I will cover the Acropolis in snow.

Rick Riordan

#18. In 'Snow White and the Hunstman,' when we see them in the Dark Forest, you're allowed a lot of freedom to be able to cutaway to, for instance, the prince. That B and C story stuff helps the writing process, even though it makes it a more complicated movie.

Evan Daugherty

#19. In snow thou comest
Thou shalt go with resuming ground
The sweet derision of thx crow
And Glee's advancing sound

Emily Dickinson

#20. He was from upstate New York. Albany or something. A small city so buried in snow it looked flat white in satellite pictures for a third of the year.

C.D. Reiss

#21. For the record," Snow grumbled. "I don't want to spend any more time with you either."
Stupid boy ... Baz sighed to himself, taking in Snow's tense shoulders, the flush of anger in his neck, and the thick fall of bronze hair partially trapped in his goggles ... What do you know about want?

Rainbow Rowell

#22. In Snow Country, Yasunari Kawabata, the first of Japan's two Nobel laureates, describes the sad and sorry love affair of a geisha from the country and an intellectual from the city. It's

Nancy Pearl

#23. Minky, the littlest cat, look as if she stepped in snow when she was a kitten and the snow never melted. She is all black except for her white paws and the spots on her head and tail where the snow didn't melt either.

Anne Michaels

#24. Just so you know, this is the last time I ever trust you," I say.
"But you're so cute all covered in snow."
"Shut up and help me find my ski." We search through the powder for a while, but don't locate my missing ski. After ten fruitless minutes I'm convinced that the mountain has eaten it.

Cynthia Hand

#25. A picture of my existence ... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow ... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

Franz Kafka

#26. It felt as though the while globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a jumper.

Markus Zusak

#27. The mountains are so cold
not just now but every year
crowded ridges breathe in snow
sunless forests breathe out mist
nothing grows until Grain Ears
leaves fall before Autumn Begins
a lost traveler here
looks in vain for the sky

Han-shan

#28. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#29. But I couldn't be sure we wouldn't all die here on the steppe with snow in our mouths and holes in our hearts.

Dan Smith

#30. Sarah Palin is brilliant. She is a media magnet and a media magnate. She creates headlines and draws crowds wherever she goes, whether it's 98 degrees in the desert of Arizona or below freezing in the snow of Wisconsin.

Mark McKinnon

#31. Let's promise to each other that if we ever meet again we will never plow and push our new-fallen snow. We will not become slush. We will stay like this field and melt away together only in the sun's good time.

Jerry Spinelli

#32. Mrs. Friedman lived in a happy snow globe of AP History.

Harlan Coben

#33. People think I'm Snow White ... the most boring person in the world!

Andrea McLean

#34. If I call him back here," Cooper whispered in her ear, "will you crawl up my body again?

Jill Shalvis

#35. She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

Robert Graves

#36. The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See how quickly yesterday turns into today.

Peggy Noonan

#37. The stars whirled above us and the firecrackers blazed. The moon stood watch as drops of blood fell, careless seeds that sizzled in the snow.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#38. Snow-capped Snowdon has been an iconic Welsh image for centuries. It is shocking to think that in just 14 years, snow on this great mountain could become nothing but a permanent and distant memory.

Lembit Opik

#39. My patchwork life: quiet Sunday, coffee on Grace's breath, the unfamiliar landscape of the lumpy new scar on my arm, the dangerous smell of snow in the air. Two different worlds circling each other, getting closer and closer, knotting together in ways I'd never imagined.

Maggie Stiefvater

#40. Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine. Jiggling your knees blankeyed in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.

Allen Ginsberg

#41. 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

#42. And there in the snow lay the pictures, like jewels bedded in white silk. They were paper-thin sheets of colored transparent isin glass of every size and shape, some round, some square, some damaged, some intact, some as large as church windows, others as small as snuffbox miniatures.

Michael Ende

#43. 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

#44. We feel like 'Lost' deserved a real resolution, not a 'snow globe, waking up in bed, it's all been a dream, cut to black' kind of ending. We thought that would be kind of a betrayal to an audience that's been on this journey for six years. We thought that was not the right ending for our show.

Carlton Cuse

#45. Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and color with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.

George Eliot

#46. Snow fell rapidly outside Tag's windows, but between them it was Florida in July.

Jessica Lemmon

#47. Not one in twenty was ever rich enough to own a real sword." His look was grim. "So how do you like the taste of your victories now, Lord Snow?

George R R Martin

#48. I used to have a big dog, a rottweiler, to guard the place. One night I was working late, and he was outside barking in the snow. He wouldn't stop. Then he stopped. I went out ten minutes later with a lamp, and there was a ring of wolves eating my dog.

Martin Cruz Smith

#49. The way real memories work, from what we understand, is really complex. And it's an interconnection of different things and redundancy in the brain. So the idea of a memory existing as a little snow globe - the way we represent it in the film - is actually not scientifically accurate at all.

Pete Docter

#50. Just walking in the kitchen (and we have three kitchens at Le Bernardin), I exercise quite a lot. I also walk in Central Park for 50 minutes from my house to Le Bernardin every day, rain, shine, snow.

Eric Ripert

#51. In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.

John Gay

#52. In Heaven's happy bowers
There blossom two flowers,
One with fiery glow
And one as white as snow;
While lo! before them stands,
With pale and trembling hands,
A spirit who must choose
One, and one refuse.

Richard Watson Gilder

#53. Besides being the world the kind of sadness that can not be expressed in tears. You can not explain it to anyone. Unable to take any shape, settles quietly in the bottom of the heart as snow during the windless night.

Haruki Murakami

#54. The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

Shannon Hale

#55. Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.

James Russell Lowell

#56. The snow whispered down in the stillness and the sparks rose and dimmed and died in the eternal blackness.

Cormac McCarthy

#57. I prescribe a quick jerk off in the shower and a return to sanity. (Dr. Hugo Peralta)

Kate Richards

#58. With snow came the kites, once the rulers of Kabul's winter skies, now timid trespassers in territory claimed by streaking rockets and fighter jets.

Khaled Hosseini

#59. The road passed through a curtain of pine forest and came out on a flat, rolling snow field. In this field the sprawled or bunched bodies of Germans lay thick, like some dark shapeless vegetable.

Martha Gellhorn

#60. By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.
Not that year.
Winter hung in there, like an invalid refusing to die. Day after grey day the ice stayed hard; the world remained unfriendly and cold.

Neil Gaiman

#61. Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. "My queen," he says in response.

Sara Raasch

#62. I thought, how magical, the first glimspe of snow. By March I would be sick of it, but here in this November instant those tiny flakes swirled with the unspeakable purity of a divine gift.

Beatriz Williams

#63. I know what it's like to live in a cold climate. I grew up in the Snow Belt, north of Toronto in Canada, and I did years and years of running outside.

Victoria Pratt

#64. You taste of the sea, of clocks, dark nights, of everything that is soothing and prohibited. Of dawn in the eyes, falling snow and destiny.

Gwen Calvo

#65. In the town, children go down on their backs in the drifted snow and move their arms and, when they rise, leave behind them impressions, mysterious and ominous, of winged creatures.

John Gardner

#66. Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers.
Her eyes were worried. "But people keep coming
"
"The next person to come is going to be you," he said.

Jill Shalvis

#67. Sometimes it's not the thing you want. It's the promise of the thing you want... I want you to think about me and nothing else for just a second. And in that second, I'll rob you blind.

Danielle Paige

#68. Somewhere in the far north of Canada there wuld be snow, falling soundlessly overy the Beaufort Sea, falling over the Artic without a soul to see it. What kind of weather was that, Samson wondered, and how was one to use this information except as proof that the world was too much to bear?

Nicole Krauss

#69. I remember the snow in Canada and the lovely weather in New Zealand. And I slightly remember going to school there.

Robin Trower

#70. I could envision it all to clearly: Stuart or Debbie finding the dented door off its hinges, lying in the snow. "She came in, ravaged the boy, stole plastic bags, and ripped off the door in her escape," the police would say in the APB. "Probably making her way to bust her parents out of jail.

Maureen Johnson

#71. Snow is bruised lilac in half-lite: such pure solace. You speak like an aesthete sometimes, Sonmi. Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively. So

David Mitchell

#72. He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. "I am," he sighed deeply, "contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.

Ethel Pochocki

#73. I'm strong and I can do things that scare me. I can drive in the snow even though it terrifies me. I'm doing it all alone, I don't have a boyfriend, it was like, "I can do this."

Lissie

#74. I wrote this script in 2003, when I was a humble college student, sitting in my boxers and writing in my dorm room. And I came up with the idea of writing an action-based 'Snow White,' with this kind of Huntsman character as kind of a way in. So, that's something I'm sort of proud of.

Evan Daugherty

#75. Why did people shrink away from winter, he wondered, safe in their blankets, hiding by their fires?
If they knew how beautiful winter really was, they would walk out naked into the snow, walk and walk, until their frozen hearts split open with joy.

Lena Coakley

#76. Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

William Shakespeare

#77. Coloring excited him, not the act of filling in space, but choosing colors that no one else would select. In the green of the hills he saw red. Purple snow, green skin, silver sun. He liked the effect it had on others, that it disturbed his siblings.

Patti Smith

#78. Neither in the deepest ocean
Nor in the perpetual snow
Heaven was on earth that day
For some reason we are yet to know

Sameer Kumar

#79. Mac, Phase: everyone here is of the we-don't-use-real-names-here mentality, so most of the time I feel like a really pilled up Snow White rolling around in the hood with seven drug-dealing dwarves - which, I don't know ... these things are never really as fun as they sound like they'd be.

Kris Kidd

#80. A bit of the hoity went out of her toity at the brush-off. Snow held her grin in check. Barely.

Terri Osburn

#81. The problem with winter sports is that
follow me closely here
they generally take place in winter.

Dave Barry

#82. I know the stars by heart,
the armies of the night, and there in the lead the ones that bring us snow or the crops of summer, bring us all we have
our great blazing kings of the sky, I know them, when they rise and when the fall ...

Aeschylus

#83. Often? That's a relative concept when you're in here." He licked his lips. They were chapped, startlingly red against the snow white of his Methuselah beard.

Joseph Finder

#84. 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

#85. Snow's all right on a fine morning, but I like to be in bed when it's falling

J.R.R. Tolkien

#86. Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch - they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit - death-ripened. We shall all end like them - just a stain in the snow.

Lawrence Durrell

#87. Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts.

Frank Dempster Sherman

#88. The awesome silence of the place crept up on her. The spruce and pines, all still laden with snow, spread their limbs in a frozen ballet, breathing a ghostly incense from dark, arid chapels sheltered by their branches.

Graham Joyce

#89. Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow;

George MacDonald

#90. The snow fell steadily, cloaking all the world in white.

George R R Martin

#91. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.

Gary Zukav

#92. But now that I can see it all as from a lonely hilltop, I know it was the story of a mighty vision given to a man too weak to use it; of a holy tree that should have flourished in a people's heart with flowers and singing birds, and now is withered; and of a people's dream that died in bloody snow.

Black Elk

#93. In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.

Wendell Berry

#94. I think Michigan keeps you sane and on an even keel through the ups and downs. In Michigan, I do fireworks, shovel snow and live life.

Jeff Daniels

#95. From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow and weep to see them melt.

Walter Scott

#96. You and I are walking in the snow. "Why are you walking backwards?" I ask. You point in the direction we came from. "So they'll think that's where I'm going." You point to where we're going. "And that's where I'm from.

David Levithan

#97. I don't remember any snow in all of the Torah. The Lord probably doesn't even go to places where it snows.

Christopher Moore

#98. One might think that a boy who was out in the snow for so long would get cold, but Max was not. He was warm, partly because he had on many layers, and partly because boys who are part wolf and part wind do not get cold.

Dave Eggers

#99. As tiny silver flakes drifted down to settle on our bodies
Both the living and the dead
I thought perhaps the moon had hidden her face from us, as full of sorrow as we were. But she couldn't stop her tears from spilling out in the form of silent snow.

Andrea Cremer

#100. Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible - snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

Cassandra Clare