When snow accumulates week after week, month after month, it works curious miracles. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Only brooms Know the devil Still exists, That the snow grows whiter After a crow has flown over it — Charles Simic Copy Share Image
The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart... — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“The more I see, the less I know, the more I'd like to let it go.” — Red Hot Chili Peppers Copy Share Image
Winters with strong frost and lots of snow like we had 20 years ago will cease to exist at our latitudes. — Mojib Latif Copy Share Image
The United States spends more money on African aid than any nation on earth. — Tony Snow Copy Share Image
It's nice to have money, but the first thing I did with money was buy my father a snow-blower, because my job… — Richard Gere Copy Share Image
Since both its national products, snow and chocolate, melt, the cuckoo clock was invented solely in order to give tourists something solid… — Alan Coren Copy Share Image
The gold-barr'd butterflies to and from And over the waterside wander'd and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
“all white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
The Eskimos have hundreds of word for snow but we've invented three times that many words for relationships. What really defines a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, Ere sunset all… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Horses have hoofs to carry them over frost and snow; hair, to protect them from wind and cold. They eat grass and… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
I love flamenco. It's very difficult music to sing. But I think of any genre as a snow globe - you don't… — Rosalia Copy Share Image
“Never will she be mine; never. I never brought a flush to her cheek, and it is not I who now have… — Hjalmar Söderberg Copy Share Image
I really loved to sing all the time, and I was constantly entertaining. Finally, my dad saw an article in the local… — Kimiko Glenn Copy Share Image
Memories shift like loose snow in a wind, or are a chorale of ghosts all talking over one another. There is only… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Until I was 16, I read nothing but science fiction. I loved William Gibson and I still do. But my favourite book… — Ned Beauman Copy Share Image
I spent most of my youth in Montana, where there are long, cold winters, but Maine has the coldest winters you could… — Michael Finkel Copy Share Image
I'm attempting to broaden my novels' scope through landscape and weather, leaves falling off trees, overnight storms, timeless elements which, irrespective of… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five years, I had… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I really like Jon Snow in quite an unhealthy way - he's got a jaunty tie and a fast brain. — Claudia Winkleman Copy Share Image
The essence of a sculpture must enter on tip-toe, as light as animal footprints on snow. — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
“I want to visit the snow in Antarctica before global warming turns it into a tropical paradise.” — Steven Magee Copy Share Image
All I know are. Scraps, flakes, chips, rocks. All below are. Stones, bit, doss. — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
I'll pay them right after it snows in Panama. Let Eleta pay them if he feels so strongly about it. — Don King Copy Share Image
But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I must be dead for there is nothing but blue snow and the furious silence of a gunshot. — Will Christopher Baer Copy Share Image
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born. — Anonymous Copy Share Image