Snow Woods Quotes

#1. 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

#2. In what bold relief stand out the lives of all walkers of the snow! The snow is a great tell-tale, and blabs as effectually as it obliterates. I go into the woods, and know all that has happened. I cross the fields, and if only a mouse has visited his neighbor, the fact is chronicled.

John Burroughs

#3. You will say that everyone has seen landscapes and figures from childhood on. The question is: Has everybody also been reflexive as a child? Has everybody who has seen them also loved heath, fields, meadows, woods, and the snow and the rain and the s.

Vincent Van Gogh

#4. The huntsman took pity on her and said, Run away into the woods, child, and never come back.

Marissa Meyer

#5. We guard the edge of the world," Dawnstripe told him. "The other Clans sit cozy in their marshes and woods, fed by the river and sheltered by our moor. They never know the true taste of the wind or the scent of first snow. There's no Clan cat faster or more nimble than a WindClan cat.

Erin Hunter

#6. He could look out the window and see nothing but deep snow and deep woods, the perfect picture for Christmas.

Susan Wiggs

#7. Because I feared I couldn't walk to Newton Centre without her, I needed to hike through desert, snow and woods alone.

Childhood is a wilderness.

Aspen Matis

#8. 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

#9. Spiders evidently as surprised by the weather as the rest of us: their webs were still everywhere - little silken laundry lines with perfect snowflakes hung out in rows to dry.

Leslie Land

#10. 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

#11. Let a slight snow come and cover the earth, and the tracks of men will show how little the woods and fields are frequented.

Henry David Thoreau

#12. Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...

John Geddes

#13. The snow fell and fell, dancing and curling like sparkling spindrifts, the white fresh and clean against the brown and gray of the world. And despite myself, despite my numb limbs, I quieted that relentless, vicious part of my mind to take in the snow-veiled woods. Once

Sarah J. Maas

#14. They exit one by one, or sometimes two by two. You scatter pieces of them on the snow in the woods and then run away as fast as you can, and then you turn and run back towards them, once they're beyond your reach.

Chandler Burr

#15. In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire.

Katherine Mansfield

#16. Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow.

Elif Shafak

#17. I prayed in the woods and on the mountain, even before dawn. I felt no hurt from the snow or ice or rain.

Saint Patrick

#18. There is no den in the wide world to hide a rogue. Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass. Commit a crime, and it seems as if a coat of snow fell on the ground, such as reveals in the woods the track of every partridge and fox and squirrel and mole.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#19. Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Robert Frost

#20. 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