Top 100 Life Snow Quotes
#1. How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow ... Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#2. 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
#3. I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists ...
John Geddes
#4. And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
Bram Stoker
#5. All his life he would cherish the memory of an endless caravan of camels alongside the railway line, the laden beasts plodding patiently through the snow, ignoring the twentieth century as it hurtled past them in a clash of iron and a shriek of steam.
Ken Follett
#6. Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens the crumbled sidewalks and turns rusty rooftops white. It's beautiful. It crunches under my feet as I move toward the house, longing to understand.
Isaac Marion
#7. I believe that people, regardless of their station in life, should be able to sit down at a table to a meal - inside away from the heat and cold, the rain and the snow.
Michael Nutter
#8. The Snow-drop, Winter's timid child,
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears.
Mary Robinson
#9. I'm sentimental about many things: the lumpy feel of a baby's unused feet, the metallic smell of the air before the first snow, the last scene in 'It's a Wonderful Life.' But Valentine's Day leaves me cold.
Nancy Gibbs
#10. Earth teach me to forget myself
as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me resignation
as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth teach me courage
as the tree which stands all alone.
Earth teach me regeneration
as the seed which rises in the spring.
William Alexander
#11. He took pleasure in her inconsequential talk just as he did in the sunshine and the snow.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#12. This path, this road that is one perfect straight line even if it goes around the world through heat and fog and rain and snow and it's my life I keep thinking. It's my life.
Deborah Keenan
#13. Do you know why happily ever after is a lie?" Snow asked. "Because life is change.
Jim C. Hines
#14. Mr. Snow.'
'Detective Winter.'
'Do you give all of the men in your life a murder case for Christmas, or just the really special ones?
C.S. Poe
#15. April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us.
T. S. Eliot
#16. Maybe everyone is crazy up in these mountains. Maybe the air up here makes you absurd, the scent of flowers and rock and snow. And I've never spoken like that to anyone in my life before. You're my only friend here, you know that? And you're fifty years away.
Jackie French
#17. Rural life in the winter months was rugged: snow-blurred and alcohol-fueled, violent and fast.
John Irving
#18. I am going to die kissing Simon Snow. Aleister Crowley, I'm living a charmed life.
Rainbow Rowell
#19. Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#20. The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?
Lara Biyuts
#21. My parents lie somewhere beneath the snow, buried with my mortal life.
Vicki L. Weavil
#22. The homosexuals fist fuck in the steam room
while the janitor isn't looking. He calls
and never speaks but you can hear Oahu rain.
Press your ear against the glass and heart another
life
not happening, the soundless blur of snow
on the plasma screen.
Eric Gamalinda
#23. She'd taken ten years off his life, frightening him the way she had, and now he'd easily subtracted another ten by kissing her. If he spent much more time with Jenna Campbell, he'd be dead inside a week.
Debbie Macomber
#24. In the southern hemisphere, covering the Christmas tree with fake snow even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
Paulo Coelho
#25. What it really was like to live a life determined by the struggle to be free, as desert dwellers' days are determined by the struggle against thirst and those of dwellers amid snow and ice by the struggle against the numbing of cold.
Nadine Gordimer
#26. Agnes. Don't pretend you disagree. This is all there is and you know it. Life, here, in our veins. There is the snow, and the sky, and the stars and the things they tell us, and that's all.
Hannah Kent
#27. Growing up, I remember I had several different 45 singles. But the first album I received was from a family friend: Emmylou Harris' 'Roses In The Snow.' It was so incredible. This record, to this day, is the favorite album of my life.
Kimberly Schlapman
#28. War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow white paper, and it has its perils even long after you've given it up.
Christopher Johnson
#29. Just 'cause there's snow on the roof doesn't mean there's not a fire inside.
Bonnie Hunt
#30. Change, at least in my life, is more often than not a slow and steady stream. It's not an avalanche. It's more of a snowball effect. I probably shouldn't pontificate about my life using winter metaphors. I've only seen real snow three times.
Taylor Jenkins Reid
#31. There is nothing better in life than sliding down snow before flying through the air.
Shane McConkey
#32. How small life is here
and how big nothingness.
The sky, tired of light,
has given everything to the snow.
The two trees bow
their heads to each other.
Clouds cross the world's
silence in a circle dance
Robert Walser
#33. We don't need to take off our pants and stand naked in the snow to experience the harshness of life; a clever person even can feel it with a bottle of wine.
M.F. Moonzajer
#34. The tree screamed Jingle Bells and the snow whispered Silent Night, but for the first time in her life she felt strangely Grinch-like.
Nicki Edwards
#35. All these threads, like the ley-lines he'd read about in his Time-Life history books, converging on the Cicciaro girl, who lay there unaware, a glass-coffined beauty whose kingdom was in ruins.
Garth Risk Hallberg
#36. - I should be doing my homework now. But the way I look at it, playing in the snow is a lot more important. Out here I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life.
- Such as?
- Procrastination and rationalization.
Bill Watterson
#37. Almost all of the finer things in life are free or nearly free. You don't have to pay for the sky at night or snow in the morning or a kiss on the nose when you're sick. Forgetting that may put you at the mercy of those who seek to profit by convincing you to want whatever it is they have to sell.
Marilyn Vos Savant
#38. The detritus of animal and plant life that had died miles above. It fell steadily through each zone of the ocean, down and down, shredding into flakes, leached of pigment until it became bone white. A snow of death.
Nick Cutter
#39. One joy of life in the north comes after a winter storm, when the sky, freed of its burden, has paled, and the glow of the unseen sun is everywhere reflected by the snow, so that all things stand out sharp and clear.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#40. She started life with a number, not a name. Class: S, No. 13295. She has them memorized by rote, though nobody ever calls her that. The Scientists feel foolish addressing her in long, bewildering strings of alphanumerics. They have told her so themselves. To save time, they simply call her Snow.
Nenia Campbell
#41. Pure your gentle name, pure your fragile life,
bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam,
combined with steel and wire and
pollen to make up your firm
and delicate being.
Pablo Neruda's epitaph for Tina Modotti
Pablo Neruda
#42. Anyone? On Snow's visit before the Victory Tour, he challenged me to erase any doubts of my love for Peeta. "Convince me," Snow said. It seems, under that hot pink sky with Peeta's life in limbo, I finally did. And In doing so, I gave him the weapon he needed to break me.
Suzanne Collins
#43. I love to walk through snow, to climb mountains, to smell the fresh air and I love to dream about flying. Soaring through the air, watching the earth from above, feeling the wind in my face and touching the clouds would be an amazing experience.
Oliver Neubert
#44. No one who possesses snow would find any hardship in exchanging it for jewels and pearls. This world is like snow exposed to sun, which continues to melt until it disappears altogether, while the next life is like a precious stone that never passes away.
Al-Ghazali
#45. Dana's window? More like her snow globe, Janice thought. She pictured Dana standing in a tiny glass-enclosed world, snow gently falling around her. Her world could be shaken but never broken. She was far too insulated.
Lynn Steward
#46. The snow reminded me of the beauty and mystery of creation, of the essential joy that is life.
Orhan Pamuk
#47. It won't snow on us," I told my hiking companions, "because I lead a good and virtuous life." "We're dead," Dave Long said.
Tim Cahill
#48. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
Langston Hughes
#49. Marie-Laure smiles, and he laughs a pure, contagious laugh, one she will try to remember all her life, father and daughter turning in circles on the sidewalk in front of their apartment house, laughing together while snow sifts through the branches above.
Anthony Doerr
#50. I have always been the lover - never the beloved - and I have spent much of my life waiting for trains, planes, boats, footsteps, doorbells, letters, telephones, snow, rain, thunder.
John Cheever
#51. Snow Flower was my old same for life. I had a greater and deeper love for her than I could ever feel for a person who was my husband.
Lisa See
#52. One of my pet peeves was when an adult imagined they had to encapsulate Life for you, hand you Life in a jar, in an eyedropper, in a penguin paperweight full of snow-A Collector's Dream.
Marisha Pessl
#53. 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
#54. Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.
Neil Gaiman
#55. The snow is falling on the deserted field of my life, and my hopes, which roam far, are afraid of becoming frozen or lost.
Federico Garcia Lorca
#56. My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?
Black Elk
#57. and the idea of nothingness - the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling - has, in my dear master's work and in my memories of him, something as high and luminous as sunlight upon snowy, unscalable peaks.
Alvaro De Campos
#58. If eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because its a matter of life and death, why do we have just one word for love?
Mike Gayle
#59. She had taken the life of the one that had taken her mother's. She had avenged her brother's death. She was a hunter now. But Mother would never know and Wolfsbane would hunt alone. Their kind, the last humans of the Wylder Mountains, would fade into the snow like the majik of the Lost City.
Jennifer Silverwood
#60. Life. It's like a snow globe. From the outside it can look pretty, idyllic, calm. But in reality it's a sham. Look closely inside and you'll see everything is fake, plastic, very small and very, very meaningless. And then every now and again some bastard comes along and shakes the whole lot up.
Keith Nixon
#61. I can remember watching large, tentative, individual flakes of snow falling and blowing around aimlessly in the wind generated by the train through the window of the CTA commuter line from Lincoln Park back up to Libertyville, and thinking, 'This is my crude approximation of a human life.
David Foster Wallace
#62. Sun and snow is an Angel's glow, but storm and rain? That's a Demon's bane.
S.R. Crawford
#63. Do you know Shimla Best Hotel name. When i come to shimla stay Snow King Retreat Hotel and enjoy happiest day your life.
R.D.Sharma
#64. And we didn't have cell phones. If you made plans to meet someone in a snow storm, and they didn't show up, you just had to assume they were devoured by wolves and go on with your life.
Stephen Colbert
#65. 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
#66. Today was not a day for the sounds of life. Today was for the hollow wind rustling branches, for the rushing of a half-frozen river, for the crunch of snow under her boots.
Sarah J. Maas
#67. Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.
Ellen Hopkins
#68. Life is like walking through snow: every step shows.
Jess Lair
#69. I'm attempting to broaden my novels' scope through landscape and weather, leaves falling off trees, overnight storms, timeless elements which, irrespective of human endeavour, have always been there and, as long as there is life and snow, will always be there.
Kent Haruf
#71. 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
#72. 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
#73. If I were dead like Snow White and he kissed me like that, surely my heart would kick back to life. That I'd be the one to slay dragons for that kiss.
Tarryn Fisher
#74. Powder snow skiing is not fun. It's life, fully lived - life lived in a blaze of reality.
Dolores LaChapelle
#75. RIDER FOR THE FUNERAL OF AMY SCHUMER: . . . The actual body of AMY SCHUMER should be propped up on a chair in the northwest corner of the room, wearing aviator sunglasses and her trusted snow hat that reads, 'No Coffee, No Workee," a motto in life that she will continue to stand by in the afterlife.
Amy Schumer
#76. Life is like a snowball. The important thing is finding wet snow and a really long hill.
Warren Buffett
#77. Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.
Criss Jami
#78. Snow. Falling snow is what brought us together. That and his hurried life, which collided us in the first place.
Alessandra Torre
#79. And as he walked through the snow his footsteps disappeared behind him. He felt at that moment that he was coming from nowhere and going nowhere, that life isn't a dream or a fantasy, it is a long trudge through falling snow.
Chloe Thurlow
#80. How quaint that life seemed now, like something you could fit inside a snow globe.
Laini Taylor
#81. Water is everywhere and in all living things; we cannot be seperated from water. No water, no life. Period. Water comes in many forms - liquid, vapor, ice, snow, fog, rain, hail. But no matter the form, it's still water.
Robert Fulghum
#82. Life is like a field of newly fallen snow.
Where I choose to walk every step will show.
Denis Waitley
#83. Life and summer are fleeting,' sang the bird. 'Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.
Elyne Mitchell
#84. The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life ...
Martha Ostenso
#85. Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul. With a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say. He was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day.
Jack Nelson
#86. We were up the whole night just talking, walking the city. You can walk those blocks forever, take a break on the edge of the fountain, eat pizza and snow cones, awed by the human carnival all around you.
Marisha Pessl
#87. Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, A cool breeze in summer, snow in winter - If your mind is not clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.
Sharon Salzberg
#88. He was softly breathing his life away, the dark blood flowing down his skin of snow and his eyes growing heavy and dim. She kissed him, but Adonis knew not that she kissed him as he died.
Edith Hamilton
#89. If the garden of Eden really exists it does so moment by moment, fragmented and tough, cropping up like a fan of buddleia high up in the gutter of a deserted warehouse, or in a heap of frozen cabbages becoming luminous in the reflected light of roadside snow.
Helen Dunmore
#90. Love is life's snow. It falls deepest and softest into the gashes left by the fight - whiter and purer than snow itself.
Fridtjof Nansen
#91. For those moments when it's just you and the rock and the ice and the snow, life always makes sense.
Stacy Allison
#92. It's the kind of day that might make you wonder about the meaning of life, and discover that there is none.
Peter Hoeg
#93. I consider telling him the truth. That if I were dead like Snow White and he kissed me like that, surely my heart would kick back to life
Colleen Hoover
#94. Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.
Munia Khan
#95. 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
#96. The very fact of snow is such an amazement.
Roger Ebert
#97. 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
#99. A great snow is the calm death of struggle and the transformative birth of life.
A.D. Posey
#100. Everyone's like, 'Oh, you must live in L.A., the glamorous life,' and I really don't. I'm in a small house, in Pittsburgh, in the snow.
Maddie Ziegler
