Nature Snow Quotes

#1. It is always easier to capture eternity in the falling snow or along the coast where the waves crash and in solitary and lonely places. It is the quiet places where it is easiest to feel eternity.

Frederick Lenz

#2. The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Dag Hammarskjold

#3. Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I am going to snow anyway."

Maya Angelou

#4. The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.

Anne Bosworth Greene

#5. History, like nature, has its own economy, its own balancing of forces in the final accounting. Nothing can be lost, except to awareness.

Helen Foster Snow

#6. Cinders patter, falling with the snow. We creep infinitesimally northward through the dirty chaos of a world in the process of making itself.
Praise then Creation unfinished!

Ursula K. Le Guin

#7. Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

John Muir

#8. Spring, the snow must go; fall, the leaves can't stay.

Marty Rubin

#9. Snow as fine and grainy as sugar covered the windows in and sifted off to the floor and did not melt.

Laura Ingalls Wilder

#10. Think of the billions of trillions of snowflakes, and the billions of trillions of hydrogen and oxygen molecules in every single one of them. It makes you wonder, doesn't it, who wrote the laws for the wind and the rain, the snow and the dew? I've tried to work it out, but it makes my head spin.

Alan Bradley

#11. Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field ...

John Geddes

#12. Here, you can't avoid the changes. And you not only see them, you feel them. You are fully immersed, for better and for worse. You can't escape the truth when you're part of it, day in, day out, through all elements and seasons, no matter what it throws at you. Snow, rain, hail.

Gin Getz

#13. If you are a kind person and love animals, you may be lucky enough to find the Magic Valley. There you will discover a land where snow leopards play and mountains smile. I should tell you, though, that it will be a very hard journey. But I should also tell you that it is well worth the effort.

Helen Freeman

#14. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

Lewis Carroll

#15. I have to understand the nature of change. And I cannot just work with stone or the more permanent materials. I need to work with leaves and ice and snow and mud and clay and water and the rising tide and the wind and all these.

Andy Goldsworthy

#16. Snow always inspires such awe in me. Just consider one tiny snowflake alone, so delicate, so fragile, so ethereal. And yet, let a billion of them come together through the majestic force of nature, they can screw up a whole city.

Betty White

#17. Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

Annie Dillard

#18. And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

Roy Bean

#19. I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.

Kristen Iversen

#20. It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city

Cheryl Strayed

#21. The leaf twirls gently
To the dry ground
The flake tumbles lightly
To the snow mound
The lightning falls mightily
To the earth with a crash
And I plummet sleepily
From the fridge to the trash.
Such is nature's way

Francesco Marciuliano

#22. The tall blue spruce trees surrounding the church stood like ancient prophets in white gowns and a peregrine falcon that had taken up residence in the belfry perched on a ledge keeping an eye out for wandering mice.

Kathleen Valentine

#23. Just a rock, a dome of snow, the deep blue sky, and a hunk of orange-painted metal from which a shredded American flag cracked in the wind. Nothing more. Except two tiny figures walking together those last few feet to the top of the Earth.

Tom Hornbein

#24. With watercolour, you can pick up the atmosphere, the temperature, the sound of snow shifting through the trees or over the ice of a small pond or against a windowpane. Watercolour perfectly expresses the free side of my nature.

Andrew Wyeth

#25. Now the deer moved through snow, snow that blew sideways, frosting the perfectly upright walls of Detroit's dead and monumental heart, vast black tines of brick reaching up to vanish in the white sky.
They made a lot of nature shows there.

William Gibson

#26. Gaea?" Leo shook his head. "Isn't that Mother Nature? She's supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and dear and rabbits doing her laundry."
"Leo, that's Snow White," Piper said.

Rick Riordan

#27. Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer.

Henry David Thoreau

#28. A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus trees, where there was never any snow.

Kevin Starr

#29. We should try to learn the nature of [the spirit of revelation] ... This is the grand means that the Lord has provided for us, that we may know the light, and not be groveling continually in the dark.

Lorenzo Snow

#30.
Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.

Mary Oliver

#31. The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Maud Hart Lovelace

#32. The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up - flaked up, with rose-water snow.

Herman Melville

#33. We just lay on our bellies in the snow, gasping and immobile.

Peter Habeler

#34. Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. - Jon Snow

George R R Martin

#35. He is a strange, resolute, repulsive, iron-willed, inexorable old man, [possessing] a firey nature and a cold temper, and a cooler head--a volcano beneath a covering of snow.

William A. Phillips

#36. Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.

Andy Goldsworthy

#37. Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.

Andy Goldsworthy

#38. Here
I'm here-
the snow falling.

Kobayashi Issa

#39. The beauty of white snow, white clouds, blue sky and blue sea represent the gift of nature.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#40. The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.

Joseph Wood Krutch

#41. Water is taught by thirst;
Land, by the oceans passed;
Transport, by throe;
Peace, by its battles told;
Love, by memorial mould;
Birds, by the snow.

Emily Dickinson

#42. Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

Ashly Lorenzana

#43. - Beclouded The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem.

William Wordsworth

#44. There was just a thin fall of powdery snow in the air. It came onto their hats, not seeming to fall as much as to suddenly appear with its chill greeting on lips and noses.

Eloisa James

#45. The only way to do my job without optimism would be as a cynic, and that's not my nature.

Jon Snow

#46. Only mountains can feel the frozen warmth of the sun through snow's gentle caress on their peaks

Munia Khan

#47. How sublime to look down on the workhouse of nature, to see her clouds, hail, snow, rain, thunder, all fabricated at our feet!

Thomas Jefferson

#48. There's this moment, just before it happens, when everything around you goes still. It's like that moment you get just before it snows - like nature is holding its breath ... And in that moment, anything is possible, and everything you know is called into question.

Miranda Dickinson

#49. The mouse is a sober citizen who knows that the grass grows in order that mice may store it as underground haystacks, and that snow falls in order that mice may build subways from stack to stack ...

Aldo Leopold

#50. The snow, the wind, the sun and the sounds of nature, can all be reminders to you that you're an integral part of the natural world.

Wayne Dyer

#51. The snow in winter, the flowers in spring. There is no deeper reality.

Marty Rubin

#52. 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

#53. It happened during the winter of 1973, when evenings rang out stillborn from far across the weathered moorland, and snow fell hard and heavy and clung atop the peppered veins of nature's tough bracken, all picture-postcard like.

Jordan Mason

#54. Shannon smiled. "It's snowing. Just a light snow, but look." In that moment, she felt like the snowflakes were angels on wings, and she had witnessed a miracle of nature.

Terry Spear

#55. Horses have hoofs to carry them over frost and snow; hair, to protect them from wind and cold. They eat grass and drink water, and fling up their heels ... Such is the real nature of horses.

Zhuangzi

#56. Forests are places where we can get back in touch with our inner selves, where we can walk on soft ground, breathe in natural scents, taste berries, listen to the leaves crackling - all the senses are awakened in the subdued light and stress melts away like snow in the snow.

Pierre Lieutaghi

#57. The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains. - Beautiful!
I linger yet with Nature, for the night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness,
I learn'd the language of another world.

George Gordon Byron

#58. She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her bones. She could leave her whitened bones scattered on the snow and depart like light. Whitened bones. A whited sepulcher.

Adam Foulds