His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling…

The white May blossom swooned slowly into the open mouth of the grave.

— John Banville

“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes,…

— James Joyce

I had always been led to believe that ageing was a slow and gradual process, the creep of a glacier. Now I realise that…

— David Nicholls

“One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing every roof, children skiing on slopes,…

— Ray Bradbury

“Krisztina played the song. It was a lament made of eight notes, repeated. It was an empty melody. It sounded elemental too; it made…

— Simon Avery

“Snow falling in the woods when there’s no wind is the most peaceful thing I’ve ever seen.”

— John Jerome

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the…

— Mary Oliver

When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets…

— Orhan Pamuk

Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull…

— Alice Sebold

“Huge, dizzying, clumps and clusters of snow falling through the air, patches of white against an iron-gray sky, snow that touches your tongue with…

— Neil Gaiman

As I write, snow is falling outside my Maine window, and indoors all around me half a hundred garden catalogues are in bloom.

— Katharine Sergeant Angell White

“And the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it - a ghost of snow falling in the bright sunlight, softly…

— Conrad Aiken

“That kind of empty; when hope is no longer deferred but evaporated, and try as you might, and you do try, you can't find…

— Binnie Kirshenbaum

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with…

— Ray Bradbury

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

— William Hamilton Gibson