Top 100 Snow Like 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. You know," he said, "I keep wanting to say that it's like Simon Snow threw up in here ... but it's more like someone else ate Simon Snow - like somebody went to an all-you-care-to-eat Simon Snow buffet - and then threw up in here.
Rainbow Rowell
#3. Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.
Haruki Murakami
#4. An earth hard as iron lay locked beneath a sky whose mottled clouds spit snow like ashes sucked up a chimney and then dispersed with the smoke.
John Updike
#5. 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
#6. I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada - timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts. I really did have to walk home six miles through the snow, like your grandparents used to complain.
Dan Aykroyd
#7. Winters with strong frost and lots of snow like we had 20 years ago will cease to exist at our latitudes.
Mojib Latif
#8. 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
#9. There was something peaceful about an untouched fall of snow. Like being in another world, where nothing can go wrong. Because nothing can find you.
Catherine Ryan Hyde
#11. My head feels like a snow globe that's been shaken, and glitter is swirling around in it like unmoored stars.
Laini Taylor
#12. Is it too much?"
"No. It's like you completed the circuit," I say, gripping his other hand. "I feel kind of drunk, though."
"Drunk on power?" he asks.
I giggle. "Shit, Snow. Stop talking. This is embarrassing.
Rainbow Rowell
#13. I can sleep like a champion. I once slept through a smoke alarm going off. For three hours. In my bedroom.
Maureen Johnson
#14. 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
#15. 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
#16. People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it.
Wallace Stevens
#17. I love Fayetteville. I like hills and vistas and hardworking people and fighting snow in winter and chiggers in the summer.
Ellen Gilchrist
#18. It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.
Maud Hart Lovelace
#19. I'm so single. It's funny. I'm usually a relationship girl. I love being in love and having a partner in crime. But it's good to be your own partner in crime. God, that makes me sound like I have multiple-personality disorder.
Brittany Snow
#20. It hasn't snowed like this for years. Real, proper snow. Dickensian snow,
Sophie Kinsella
#21. There she stood. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her face was pale, almost snow-white. She probably hadn't slept, either. She was still wearing the same dress. Her hair looked like a bomb had gone off. She was beautiful.
Daniel Ehrenhaft
#22. Warning: This book is short and right to the point - like the kind of story that gives you whiplash. If you enjoy unbelievable plots, and insta-everything going on, you may enjoy this dirty little read.
Jenika Snow
#23. There's a lot of terminology, like "washes whiter than snow," and these things which when they're said in a uniracial congregation, they just go fine. But when they're said in a mixed congregation, some people will get offended and wonder, "Why are you saying that? What are you saying?"
Michael Emerson
#24. Memories shift like loose snow in a wind, or are a chorale of ghosts all talking over one another. There is only ever a sense that what is real to me is not real to others, and to share a memory with someone is to risk sullying my belief in what has truly happened.
Hannah Kent
#25. As for the coldness, I have never seen it like this. I mean, coldness that makes like it wants to kill you, like it's telling you, with its snow, that you should go back to where you came from.
NoViolet Bulawayo
#26. Sooner or later,reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.
Andrew Clements
#27. 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
#28. I'm so full of power, I feel like I can see without opening my eyes. Like I could go nova if I wanted to and have my own galaxy. Is this what it's like to be Simon Snow? To have infinity in your chest pocket?
Rainbow Rowell
#29. It's like being a fairy named Mary," he goes on. "Or a vampire named Gampire," I say. "Gampire isn't even a proper name, Snow. You're terrible at this game.
Rainbow Rowell
#30. No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.
Wilfred Owen
#31. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.
George Herbert
#32. I had forgotten how thrilling a snow day is until my son started school, and as much as he loves it, he swoons at the idea of a free day arriving unexpectedly, laid out like a gift.
Susan Orlean
#33. 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
#34. One snowy April night, I felt so lonely. I was drinking warm amaretto with Bleecker and reading, lying on the floor as the snow came down, listening to old scratchy albums, like Nick and I used to
Gillian Flynn
#35. Life is one long struggle to disinter oneself, to keep one's head above the accumulations, the ever deepening layers of objects ... which attempt to cover one over, steadily, almost irresistibly, like falling snow.
Rose Macaulay
#36. The snow was endless, a heavy blanket on the outdoors; it had a way about it. A beauty. But I knew that, like many things, beauty could be deceiving.
Cambria Hebert
#37. Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.
Kiersten White
#38. You've always been /everything/ to me. I didn't know how to handle how much I needed you growing up---snow, I still don't, all right?
Sara Raasch
#39. I want to get away from it all. Move to the sticks. Montana. Hundreds of miles from civilization. Get a cabin in the snow. Curl up with some cute girl. Say stuff to her like, Scream all you want, sugar. Ain't nobody gonna hear you!
David Spade
#40. The beauty Snow White's got has nothing to do with him. She's scarred up and suspicious and shameless. Her pretty's not for him. It's like saying the moon's got a fine figure on her. Maybe true, but what good is that to a man? Snow
Catherynne M Valente
#41. 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
#43. Every time it starts to snow, I would like to have sex.
Mary Ruefle
#44. It sounded like the wheel on Wheel of Fortune, do you want to spin or do you want to solve the puzzle? Remember that if you try to solve the puzzle and fail, you will be put out into the snow beside the Connecticut Turnpike and the wolves will eat you.
Stephen King
#45. To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
William Faulkner
#46. Love is like sounds, whose last reverberations / Hang on the leaves of strange trees, on mountains / As distant as the curving of the earth, / Where the snow hangs still in the middle of the air.
-from Love is Like Sounds
Donald Hall
#47. Draco's like... snow," said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. "It's cold and cruel to begin with, but it's somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it's not there. And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it changes. It melts.
Bex-chan
#49. The ones and zeros like snow, descend and blanket my eyes, forming all.
Hugh Howey
#50. I like Stella McCartney, Chloe, Alexander McQueen, Aaron Featherstone, normal Chanel if I can ever afford it, I'd be wearing that all the time! I like to admire from afar.
Brittany Snow
#51. I hand over some files to and her eyes meet mine, all cool and sweet like a snow-cone in July.
Liz Reinhardt
#52. Snow, the boy is called," Pycelle said unhelpfully. "I glimpsed him once at Winterfell," the queen said, "though the Starks did their best to hide him. He looks very like his father." Her husband's by-blows had his look as well, though at least Robert had the grace to keep them out of sight.
George R R Martin
#53. In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.
Suzanne Collins
#54. Snow is all right while it is snowing; it is like inebriation because it is very pleasing when it is coming, but very unpleasing when it is going.
Ogden Nash
#55. 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
#56. I felt like I could never get enough of you even if I melted into you like snow on wet grass.
Marvel Comics
#57. When I was at 'Newsweek' magazine - which, you know, this really sounds like I walked four miles in the snow to school - but I started at 'Newsweek' magazine in 1963, which was before the Civil Rights Act of 1964. So it was actually legal to discriminate against women, and 'Newsweek' did.
Ellen Goodman
#58. We need to put your sister in a glass case like Snow White," Colonel Hamilton said, his arms crossed. He was monitoring the radio chatter from the deck of a gunboat. "With a sign on it that says 'Break in the event of a zombie apocalypse.'
John Ringo
#59. We're angry about this, upset about that, but who has the time to do anything anymore? There are those reports to report on, memos to remember, e-mails to deflect or delete. They bury us like snow.
Mark Slouka
#60. He smelled of cold. Like ice and snow on the harshest days of winter.
Amanda Hocking
#61. Life is like walking through snow: every step shows.
Jess Lair
#62. I am a huge fan of Reese Witherspoon, and I always get told that I look like her little sister. So I would love to play her little sister one day.
Brittany Snow
#63. 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
#64. God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice!
Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
And they too have a voice, you piles of snow,
And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#65. That's why I drove there in the middle of February, patches of snow still on the fields. I had the strong feeling that somewhere between Sluejow, Wygwizdow, and Solec time had ground to a halt or simply evaporated or melted like a dream and no longer separated us from our childhood.
Andrzej Stasiuk
#66. You see a guy with one leg, he's got a story. "Land mine '69." You see a guy with one arm, he's got a story, too. "Snow blower, bottle of whiskey." You see a guy with one tooth, what would the story be? "Well, uh, I like a lot of taffy."
Dave Attell
#67. When people talk about how fast children forget, how fast they forgive, how sensitive they are, I let it go in one ear and out the other. Children can remember and forget and totally freeze to death the people they don't like.
Peter Hoeg Miss Smilla's Feeling For Snow
#68. He snapped some icicles off a branch to make me a martini. He came back to the car, long legs lifting high in the snow, and there was snow in his hair and on his eyelashes and I remembered that I love him. It felt like something breaking with a little pain and spilling warm. I hope the parka
Thomas Harris
#69. I always feel like I don't know how to express myself. I need to be with people that understand my language.
Agathe Snow
#70. That's easy. Don't piss me off, don't get anyone killed, don't be stupid and watch each other's backs. I like to keep it simple. That way there's less room for people to misunderstand me. - Reilly Campbell, Gunship
J.J. Snow
#71. 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
#72. A lie is like a snow-ball; the longer it is rolled, the larger it is.
Martin Luther
#73. You may feel that you have eaten too much ... But this pastry is like
feathers - it is like snow. It is in fact good for you, a digestive!
Mary Francis Kennedy Fisher
#74. The snow will cover me like a thick white blanket. It will be warm under the snow, and if they speak of me they'll have to say I died a man of the NIght Watch. I did. I did. I did my duty. No one can say I foreswore myself I'm fat and I'm weak and I'm craven, but I did my duty.
George R R Martin
#75. Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
Bill Watterson
#76. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Robert Frost
#77. A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow It's like a garden full of snow ...
John Fletcher
#78. The day is crisp and clear, almost like every other morning he's taken the same walk in the snow, hiking to the forest and back.
M.C. Frank
#79. Simon," I say, and swallow again, "you're being idiotic."
"Because I like this better than fighting?"
"There is no 'this'!" I protest.
"You slept in my arms," he says.
"Fitfully.
Rainbow Rowell
#80. 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
#81. He wa so difficult to read, it was frustrating. His thoughts and emotions always seemed to be kept very carefully under wraps. Whereas I felt like I was an open book.
Tiffany Snow
#82. Eyes like streams of melting snow, she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes.
Kiersten White
#83. There were clouds at the mountains, and the snow pack reflected the sour-lemon sun into one of the most beautiful and perverse sunsets I had ever seen. The clouds were dappled like the hindquarters of an Appaloosa colt, and the beauty kicked just as hard.
Craig Johnson
#84. Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person
Sylvia Plath
#85. I've knitted myself a hat, it's plum red with an appealing lace pattern, I figured that a few air holes would be nice now that it's spring. I put it on and feel like a cranberry in the snow, and I wonder if they can see me from the moon. Me and the Great Wall.
Kjersti Annesdatter Skomsvold
#86. There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.
Tammara Webber
#87. It also meant mornings of glory such as this one, in which the snow, white almost to blueness, lay like a soft comforter over the hills, and birches and pines indestructibly held their ground, rigid lines against the snow and sky, very thin and very strong like Vermonters.
John Knowles
#88. God is love, and when we pray we are drawing near to love, and all our hatred must melt away like the snow melts when the sun shines on it in spring. Leave Lucien to God, Annette. He rewards both good and evil, but remember, He loves Lucien just the same as He loves Dani.
Patricia St. John
#89. This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it.
Sylvia Plath
#91. He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.
Ray Bradbury
#92. 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.
#93. Cooking is like snow skiing: If you don't fall at least 10 times, then you're not skiing hard enough.
Guy Fieri
#94. 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
#95. 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
#96. It was one of those Hobart spring nights, cold as charity, snow coming down hard on the mountain, the harbour a lather, sleet slapping and scratching at windows and tin roofs like a wild drunk who's been locked out.
Richard Flanagan
#97. Baz arched an elegant brow. Are you going to snog the Humdrum-is that your plan? Because he's eleven. And he looks just like you. That's both vain and deviant, Snow, even for you.
Rainbow Rowell
#98. What would it be like, a world without snow? I cannot imagine such a place. It would be like a world devoid of numbers. Every snowflake, unique as every number, tells us something about complexity. Perhaps that is why we will never tire of its wonder.
Daniel Tammet
#99. 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
