Top 100 Sayings About Snow Winter
#1. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.
George R R Martin
#2. FOR TREES THAT LIVE in the snow, winter is a journey. Plants do not travel through
Hope Jahren
#4. Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.
Sarah Addison Allen
#5. Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window
Jacob Grimm
#6. The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape.
("The Triumph Of The Night")
Edith Wharton
#7. Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below.
John L. Bates
#8. Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent.
Toni Morrison
#9. Snow is like a wide sea. One could go out and be lost in it and forget the world, and oneself.
Greta Garbo
#10. Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow.
Mary Oliver
#11. Ladies and Felines," he stated grandly, grasping the doorknob, "Welcome to Tir Na Nog. Land of endless winter and shitloads of snow.
Julie Kagawa
#12. The problem with winter sports is that
follow me closely here
they generally take place in winter.
Dave Barry
#13. Snow harder! Snow more!
Snow blizzards galore!
I can't get enough
Of the fluffy white stuff!
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Snow a ton! Snow a heap!
Snow ten feet deep!
I wouldn't cry
If it snowed til July.
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Paul F. Kortepeter
#14. Can you get a summer snow-globe instead of a winter one with green grass and flowering azalea bushes and blue sky? Because I'm here, inside it. If you shake it, perhaps it fills with black smoke, not swirling snowflakes.
Rosamund Lupton
#15. Over lowland, over snow and tundra span arches, raised by the rising sun. See: the light is winning! And the stream is streaming towards open minds and towards seeds dreaming of growth.
Einar Skjaeraasen
#16. 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
#17. 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
#18. The snow came up to the top of Georgie's calves - she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing ... God, she'd never even been able to imagine this much cold before. How could people live someplace that so obviously didn't want them?
Rainbow Rowell
#19. One day is all the days, and when it is summer, it has always been summer, and when it is winter, the snow will never leave.
Rebecca Hahn
#20. Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow.
Robert Henry Newell
#21. There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.
Lauren Myracle
#22. 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
#23. They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover
Donna Tartt
#24. One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.
Ezra Jack Keats
#25. Every year winter comes and every year we're shocked when it snows and people forget to put on their snow tires and someone falls through the ice. No one knows the exact hour of winter, but it always comes somewhere round the same time.
Andre Alexis
#26. A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.
Sara Raasch
#27. The snow in winter, the flowers in spring. There is no deeper reality.
Marty Rubin
#28. The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#29. Once, I lived in an apartment with a skylight in the bathroom. Every winter, it would snow through the skyline, but we got a discount because of it.
Jim Parsons
#30. Will had loved the snow, the cleanness of it, the quiet, the sense of peace it brought, had loved it even though winter meant hard chores.
Sandra Dallas
#31. Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Edward Thomas
#32. 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
#33. So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
Alfred Austin
#34. Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible - snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.
Cassandra Clare
#35. The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling dead in the street of heart trouble. One night, all in one night, severe winter came, a white horse of snow rolling over Bountiful, snorting and rolling in its meadows, its fields.
Ardyth Kennelly
#36. The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.
John Green
#37. The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow , and drives the bee to match at home Their calculated honeycomb, Is abacus and rose combined. An icy sweetness fills my mind , A sense that under thing and wing Lies, taut yet living , coiled, the spring .
Jacob Bronowski
#38. Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
Katherine McIntyre
#39.
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
#40. 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
#41. Honest Winter, snow-clad, and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; But that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping gloom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honour of May how often has it robbed me of heart and hope?
George Gissing
#42. In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire.
Katherine Mansfield
#43. To get the feel of the polar night, I went back to Spitsbergen in winter. I went snowshoeing in the dark and experimented with headlamps and climbed a glacier in driving snow.
Michelle Paver
#44. I wrote this HAIKU cuz today NYC definitely looks like a wonderland. ENJOY
what is winter but
a pastry chef gone crazy
frosting all in sight
Robin Glasser
have fun in the snow
Robin Glasser
#45. In reality, Little Ones, there are two winters. One made for kids; the other for adults. The one made for adults is always too cold and always too long. The one made for kids is always perfect. A kid winter is an endless and wild snow carnival where all the rides are free.
Carew Papritz
#46. The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God.
Anne Sexton
#47. You should see my corgis at sunset in the snow. It's their finest hour. About five o'clock they glow like copper. Then they come in and lie in front of the fire like a string of sausages.
Tasha Tudor
#48. It reminded me of what Dad said after every snail's crawl home from
Albany when snow hit.It's New York, people. It's winter. We get snow. If you aren't prepared
to deal with it, move to Miami.
Kelley Armstrong
#49. I enjoy hiking and skiing, like most Norwegians. In winter, there will be snow for months on end. In the summer, there are the long evenings to enjoy.
Magnus Carlsen
#50. 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
#51. WINTERS WERE TOUGH in the Midwest, then and now. I never liked winter. And I hate snow. It's white, but it darkens your heart.
Clara Cannucciari
#52. If hope is a feeling that can defeat fear,
then at that time I walked uphill through a bed of snow, my tracks were of joyful determination.
Angelica Hopes
#53. 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
#54. Oh deep winter snow, pale executioner, thou who delights in a slow, torturous death.
T.R. Neff
#55. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes.
Edward M. Purcell
#56. Buds in the snow
- the deadly fight
between two birds
Jack Kerouac
#57. In the summer heat the reapers say, We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.
Kahlil Gibran
#58. 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
#59. There was a guy roasting chestnuts on the street corner, and the smell wafted over, hinting at the coming Winter, but in a good way, in the way that makes you think about Christmas and snow days and fires crackling away in fireplaces.
Sarah Dunn
#60. But he's the most familiar thing in this house, and I fall asleep better, listening to Baz breathe, than I have since winter break started.
Rainbow Rowell
#61. Winter is coming, we know what's coming with it. We can learn to live with the wildlings, or we can add them to the army of the dead.
Jon Snow
#62. Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.
Charlie English
#63. I stood at the end of the street, catching snow in my mouth, and laughed softly to myself as I realized that without my insomnia and anxiety and pain I'd never have been awake to see the city that never sleeps asleep and blanketed up for winter. I smiled and felt silly, but in the best possible way.
Jenny Lawson
#65. He smelled of cold. Like ice and snow on the harshest days of winter.
Amanda Hocking
#66. One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow
Wallace Stevens
#67. Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.
L.M. Montgomery
#68. I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight--the heaps of stones by the roadside white--snow in the furrows. Mon Dieu! How quiet and how patient!
Katherine Mansfield
#69. 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
#70. The winter street is a salt cave. The snow has stopped falling and it's very cold. The cold is spectacular, penetrating. The street has been silenced, a theatre of whiteness, drifts like frozen waves. Crystals glisten under the streetlights.
Anne Michaels
#71. However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.
Madame De Stael
#72. We go on dating from Cold Fridays and Great Snows; but a little colder Friday, or greater snow would put a period to man's existence on the globe.
Henry David Thoreau
#73. The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
Maud Hart Lovelace
#74. The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.
Patricia Hampl
#75. It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.
Maud Hart Lovelace
#76. I love Fayetteville. I like hills and vistas and hardworking people and fighting snow in winter and chiggers in the summer.
Ellen Gilchrist
#77. A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on teh ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly melting.
Joyce Carol Oates
#78. As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear.
Robert Southwell
#79. The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.
Erin Morgenstern
#80. 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.
T. S. Eliot
#81. Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter
Rizki De
#82. An easy thing, O Power Divine, To thank thee for these gifts of Thine, For summer's sunshine, winter's snow, For hearts that kindle thoughts that glow ...
Thomas Wentworth Higginson
#83. Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.
Andy Goldsworthy
#84. 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
#85. I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.
Ashly Lorenzana
#86. As I write, snow is falling outside my Maine window, and indoors all around me half a hundred garden catalogues are in bloom.
Katharine Sergeant Angell White
#87. Ireland, in breadth, and for wholesomeness and serenity of climate, far surpasses Britain; for the snow scarcely ever lies there above three days: no man makes hay in the summer for winter's provision, or builds stables for his beasts of burden ... the island abounds in milk and honey.
Venerable Bede
#88. 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
#89. Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin'; if you're not mitten-smitten, you'll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y.
Old Farmer's Almanac
#90. Winter gold: the sparrow's footprints in the snow.
Marty Rubin
#91. In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself.
Cormac McCarthy
#92. One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound - strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow.
Charles Dickens
#93. Or winters when the sloughs were frozen over and dead and i could walk across the ice and snow between the dead cattails and see nothing but grey skies and dead things and cold
Robert M. Pirsig
#94. For love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive. The
Louisa May Alcott
#96. I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.
Duke Kahanamoku
#97. Stagolee was, undoubtedly and without question, the baddest nigger that ever lived. Stagolee was so bad that the flies wouldn't even fly around his head in the summertime, and snow wouldn't fall on his house in the winter. He was bad, jim.
Julius Lester
#98. Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This land's too warm for me!
Charles Godfrey Leland
#99. I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
Pablo Neruda
#100. NEW HAIKU
One breathy vowel
mists the glass warming window
panes crystalled with snow
Robin Glasser
Robin Glasser
