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Snow Quotes (page 9)

Samuel Taylor Coleridge quote: "Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells..."
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
When we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little while. The spring returns and the winter snows melt and fill us with new energy. Paulo Coelho
Don't you think, then..." Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink. "That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you should live while you're alive? Stephenie Meyer
Near the snow, near the sun , in the highest field. See how those names are feted by the wavering grass, And by the streamers of white cloud, And whispers of wind in the listening sky; The names of those who in their lives have fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun they traveled a short while towrads the sun. And left the vivid air signed with their honour. Stephen Spender
George R. R. Martin quote: "All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live. -Ygritte"
All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live. -Ygritte George R. R. Martin
It is not so much light that fallsover the worldextended by your bodyits suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you wereburning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive. Pablo Neruda
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown... Douglas MacArthur
Next morning I awoke, looked out the window and nearly died of fright. My screams brought Atticus from his bathroom half-shaven. "The world's endin', Atticus! Please do something -!" I dragged him to the window and pointed. "No it's not," he said. "It's snowing. Harper Lee
She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow. F. Scott Fitzgerald
She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care. Algernon Charles Swinburne
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
Margaret Atwood quote: "Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person..."
Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow. Margaret Atwood
William Shakespeare quote: "O that I were a mockery king of snow. Standing before the sun..."
O that I were a mockery king of snow. Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke. To melt myself away in water drops! William Shakespeare
The accumulation of consecutive rooms in his memory now resembled those displays of grouped elbow chairs on show, and beds, and lamps, and inglebooks which, ignoring all space-time distinctions, commingle in the soft light of a furniture store beyond which it snows, and the dusk deepens, and nobody really loves anybody. Vladimir Nabokov
After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — Of Ground, or Air, or Ought — A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead — Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow — First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go — Emily Dickinson

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