Sex is like snow, you never know how many inches you're going to get or how long it will last — Sophia Loren Copy Share Image
“We are all made of glass. Snow floats around us. We are delicately made, meant to be smashed.” — Nicki Salcedo Copy Share Image
It'll work, if God, wind, leads, ice, snow, and all the hells of this damned frozen land are willing. — Matthew Henson Copy Share Image
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke. — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share Image
How kids feel about snow days is the exact opposite of how parents feel about snow days. . . — Rick Sutter Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I would like to be a child again, and other times a woman made of snow.” — Deirdre Sullivan Copy Share Image
Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I enjoy hiking and skiing, like most Norwegians. In winter, there will be snow for months on end. In the summer, there… — Magnus Carlsen Copy Share Image
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“Your words on the screen are my color palette I dip my brush into your words and paint you On the sky,… — Richard L. Ratliff Copy Share Image
“Vodka goes well with a wintery perspective. Nothing else provokes such presentiments of falling snow except, for some, the communist seizure of… — Michèle Bernstein Copy Share Image
The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Disney World is celebrating its 40th birthday! You can tell the characters are getting old. In addition to Snow White's seven dwarfs,… — Jimmy Fallon Copy Share Image
One thing I love about Detroit is that in the wintertime, they have a great device for removing snow. It's called July. — Soupy Sales Copy Share Image
For as long as I can remember, I have loved snow and ice. As a result, I have spent most of my… — Lonnie Dupre Copy Share Image
Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind… — Derrick Jensen Copy Share Image
He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people?… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Some of my favorite poems are "confessional" poems written in the voices of aliens ("Southbound on the Freeway" by May Swenson" and… — Matthea Harvey Copy Share Image
“In the nineteenth century, Fritjof Nansen wrote that skiing washes civilization clean from our minds by dint of its exhilarating physicality. By… — Charlie English Copy Share Image
When I was a child, next to my own mother, no woman that ever lived took as much interest in me, gave… — Heber J. Grant Copy Share Image
