Silence Of Snow Quotes

#1. The silence of snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver.

Orhan Pamuk

#2. Snow reminds Ka of God! But I'm not sure it would be accurate. What brings me close to God is the silence of snow.

Orhan Pamuk

#3. I felt I was standing on a stage many hours after the dance had ended, when the silence lay as heavily upon the empty theater as a blanket of snow.

Arthur Golden

#4. Winter invites white; white invites silence; silence invites peace. You see, there is so much peace in walking on the snow!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#5. The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.

Dean Koontz

#6. Falling silent should be cultivated, the way the woods fall silent in the snow. Messages you can't send any other way can be heard.

Phyllis Theroux

#7. Christmas
Silence in the time
The first snow fell in your laughter
Childlike anticipation
Christmas is in your heart

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#8. Tender, too, is the silence of human feet. You have but to pass a season amongst the barefooted to find that man, who, shod, makes so much ado, is naturally as silent as snow.

Alice Meynell

#9. Small, red, and upright he waited,
gripping his new bookbag tight
in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other,
while the first snows of winter
floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced
all trace of the world.

Anne Carson

#10. These be Three silent things: The Falling snow ... the hour Before the dawn ... the mouth of one Just dead.

Adelaide Crapsey

#11. A pine tree standeth lonely
In the North on an upland bare;
It standeth whitely shrouded
With snow, and sleepeth there.
It dreameth of a Palm tree
Which far in the East alone,
In the mournful silence standeth
On its ridge of burning stone.

Heinrich Heine

#12. An amber sunset, a flowing river, a snow capped mountain, a beautiful heart, a calm mind, deep eyes, the moon, the earth and the sky - they are all silent. It's the words that give them meaning, decipher their essence and share their message.

Rashmit Kalra

#13. The South did not bustle and plow and struggle against the snow; it slept beneath it, the silence broken only by the chatter of hungry birds and the exuberant shouts of children using trash can lids as makeshift sleds.

Lauren Gilley

#14. 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

#15. Even so, [ ... in the silence after a winter storm has ceased to howl, in the soft whisper of a morning snowfall, in the way the moonlight sparkles over new-fallen snow, you can feel when she has been near by, ever searching. You can sense the presence of the Winter Child.

Cameron Dokey

#16. My steps were muffled. It was quiet, so quiet that I felt as if I did not walk but instead crawled in silence. The snow covered everthing and I walked above cotton, on silent carpets, on beach sand. Softness is temporary and deceiving. It gently receives you and gently expels you.

Rawi Hage

#17. 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

#18. 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

#19. Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of
the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#20. A swooshing sound broke the predawn silence. A tiny marmoset monkey and an ostrich pushed a cardboard box labeled "Donations" through the snow.

Mikael Barstow

#21. 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

#22. 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

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

Frank Dempster Sherman

#24. The air between them began to settle into a silence. Awkward, yet softly exciting. Like an unexpected snow day.

Suzanne Palmieri

#25. There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.

Erich Segal

#26. The eternal silence of the great white desert. Cloudy columns of snow drift advancing from the south, pale yellow wraiths, heralding the coming storm, blotting out one by one the sharp-cut lines of the land.

Robert Falcon Scott

#27. I must be dead for there is nothing but blue snow and the furious silence of a gunshot.

Will Christopher Baer

#28. The silence in our house now is born from the need for intense concentration, as we all carefully step around the truth we wish we didn't know, the person we can't help that Bo became, the future we're all afraid is collapsing around us, falling as silent and cold and crushing as snow.

Beth Revis

#29. The silence deepened, like a fall of snow, accumulating second by second, flake by flake, each flake by itself inconsiderable, until everything is transformed.

Pat Barker

#30. I love snowboarding. It's probably my favorite sport. I love sitting on top of the mountain and the snow falling and that silence, that snow silence. That's, like, a very peaceful, happy place for me.

Philippe Cousteau Jr.

#31. 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

#32. The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

James Russell Lowell