Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem. — William Hamilton Gibson Copy Share Image
My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion. — Joan Baez Copy Share Image
[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I was watching souls going down into the abyss as thick and fast as snowflakes falling in the winter mist. — Benedict Joseph Labre Copy Share Image
Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I do not wonder at a snowflake, a shell, a summer landscape, or the glory of the stars; but at the necessity… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter… — Matthew Fox Copy Share Image
“Snow is to life as snowflakes are to people. When you look at the snow pouring you see a storm. When you… — Audrey Regan Copy Share Image
Everyone of you has a health that is unique and totally different from everybody else. Completely! Because we... are all like snowflakes. — Lewis Black Copy Share Image
“Each snowflake was a sigh heard by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. All the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.” — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
When I was doing local weather full time, I would wake up in the morning or stay up all night to make… — Sam Champion Copy Share Image
[On common water.] Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future; it moves under the poles and wanders… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Yes,” Abelard said finally. “You are a fractured snowflake, a pattern repeated in infinite detail in a world full of salt crystals.… — Laura Creedle Copy Share Image
Sometimes I come here just to be a lost mariner but I am never lost: there are the snowflakes frozen to the… — Nancy Eimers Copy Share Image
I fail to understand why gethes (Humans), talk about individuals versus society. They are the same thing. The action of every individual… — Karen Traviss Copy Share Image
God created each one of us in our own unique way. Just like a snowflake we all hold a blueprint that differs… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In case I get hit by a bus tomorrow, I want to make something clear - I am not a snowflake. I… — Stella Young Copy Share Image
How full of the creative genius is the air in which these [snowflakes] are generated! I should hardly admire them more if… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The axe and saw are insanely busy, chips are flying thick as snowflakes, and every summer thousands of acres of priceless forests,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“...Following the bird you lay into a deep turn in the steepening descent. It [the snow] is super soft, bottomless and amazingly… — Steve Baldwin Copy Share Image
I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Footballers today are forced to conform to a bodily aesthetic that in its rigidity and uniformity makes fashion models look as varied… — Danny Baker Copy Share Image
But then, Cap'n Crunch in a flake form would be suicidal madness; it would last about as long, when immersed in milk,… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
Wolfe was drinking beer and looking at pictures of snowflakes in a book someone had sent him from Czechoslovakia... ...Wolfe seemed absorbed… — Rex Stout Copy Share Image
“The imagination doesn’t crop annually like a reliable fruit tree. The writer has to gather whatever’s there: sometimes too much, sometimes too… — Julian Barnes Copy Share Image
My small torrent of words dissipated into an elaborate sense of expanding and receding. It was my entrance into the radiance of… — Patti Smith Copy Share Image
“Why did you come back here, then? Why risk it? Couldn’t you find a place where you wouldn’t have any other Packs… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image