Snow Walking Quotes

#1. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable

Franz Wright

#2. After a snowstorm is the best time to be in the woods, because all the empty beer and soda cans and candy wrappers disappear, and you don't have to try as hard to be in another time. Plus there's just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on.

Carol Rifka Brunt

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

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#4. It's the most beautiful thing in the world." he says, "I just ... " He pauses and looks back into the fire. "I just kept walking. Wrapped in this white nothingness.

Carrie Ryan

#5. 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

#6. There is very little uglier than plowed snow. The roads are clear, though, and all the sidewalks are tinted blue from the salt. It feels like walking over the remnants of a Smurf slaughter.

Dot Hutchison

#7. I just happened to be in the neighborhood, walking my dog ... " This was sounding lame. "Several miles from my home,in the middle of the night,in the snow.And I found myself in your backyard."
His eyes flew open. "With the cats?"
"If that's what you call them.

Jennifer Echols

#8. It is always rather dismal work walking over the great snow plain when sky and surface merge in one pall of dead whiteness, but it is cheering to be in such good company with everything going on steadily and well.

Robert Falcon Scott

#9. Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.

Ludwig Wittgenstein

#10. Before the gate
my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

Kobayashi Issa

#11. The snow-haired Uncle Dap, so old as to be absolutely fabulous, was trying to jump over his walking-stick.

T.H. White

#12. When the holly's in the red
And the pine is in the green,
When the mornings all are frosty,
In a brilliant silver sheen
Then I love to go a' walking
Rambling here and there, quite slow,
Plucking greenery and berries;
Wishing for a Christmas snow

Rachel Heffington

#13. 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

#14. You and I are walking in the snow. "Why are you walking backwards?" I ask. You point in the direction we came from. "So they'll think that's where I'm going." You point to where we're going. "And that's where I'm from.

David Levithan

#15. The detectives slide back on the digital timeline to the moment when Mendelssohn steps out into the snowstorm: there is something of the Greek epic about it, the old gray man with his walking stick, venturing out, into the snow, out of frame and away, like an ancient word stepping off a page.

Colum McCann

#16. 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

#17. ... there's just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you're special, even though you know you're not.

Carol Rifka Brunt

#18. Just walking in the kitchen (and we have three kitchens at Le Bernardin), I exercise quite a lot. I also walk in Central Park for 50 minutes from my house to Le Bernardin every day, rain, shine, snow.

Eric Ripert

#19. Life is like walking through snow: every step shows.

Jess Lair

#20. Walking a short way back along the embankment, almost to where the cross stood, Smiley took another look at the bridge, as if to establish whether anything had changed, but clearly it had not, and though the wind appeared a little stronger, the snow was still swirling in all directions.

John Le Carre