An avalanche is only a pack of snowflakes migrating to…

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

— Joan Baez

Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.

— William Hamilton Gibson

The men have piled up in my past, have fallen trenchantly through my life, like an avalanche that doesn't mean to kill but is…

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in.…

— Victor Hugo

“The Unknown Travelers Lugged to the gray arbor, I have climbed this snow-stone on my face, My stick, but what, snapped the avalanche The…

— John Ashbery

“This was the sort of man who reached his destination with the implacable force of an avalanche and cared just as little about obstacles…

— Joana Starnes

Historical change is like an avalanche. The starting point is a snow-covered mountainside that looks solid. All changes take place under the surface and…

— Norman Davies

Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and you're an avalanche statistic. But I guess…

— Miriam Toews

“You don't understand. My brain consists of large, snowy mountains, and you just caused an avalanche.”

— David Rodriguez

In all my wild mountaineering, I have enjoyed only one avalanche ride; and the start was so sudden, and the end came so soon,…

— John Muir

Our little pebble of poor performance helps to start, or to sustain, an avalanche.

— Neal A. Maxwell

“ Ride! ' went the call, and the individuals of the troop became a single lurching, streaming mass of horseflesh pounding toward the trees.…

— S.U. Pacat

The one certainly for anyone in the path of an avalanche is this: standing still is not an option.

— Norman Davies

“If this was the price of benefits, it was too high. He wanted his friend back, because that was a man worth taking an…

— S.P. Wayne

“The avalanche was down, the hillside swept bare behind it; the last echoes died on the white slopes; the new mount glittered and lay…

— Evelyn Waugh