Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Old & New put their stamp to everything in Nature. The snowflake that is now falling is marked by both. The present… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes—like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night —little flakes of me, my… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I gave three quiet cheers for Minnesota. In Seattle a dusty inch of anything white and chilly means the city lapses into… — Cherie Priest Copy Share Image
Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and… — Patrick Ness Copy Share Image
Actual creativeness is a matter of moments. One has to piece together the minute grains to make a lump. And it is… — Eric Hoffer Copy Share Image
It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer… — Jeremiah Seed Copy Share Image
But when that smoking chowder came in, the mystery was delightfully explained. Oh! sweet friends, hearken to me. It was made of… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in… — H. G. Wells Copy Share Image
I drew laughing, high-breasted girls aquaplaning without a care in the world, as a result of being amply protected against such national… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Evolution is a blind giant who rolls a snowball down a hill. The ball is made of flakes-circumstances. They contribute to the… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it… — Jessica Sorensen Copy Share Image
Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image
We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in… — David Almond Copy Share Image
I'd love to play someone who's insane or something, just so I can go flake out. I like a superhero. I know… — Christian Serratos Copy Share Image
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
People aren't really poor until they start using water on their corn flakes. — Nancy Reagan Copy Share Image
I ate too many Frosted Flakes. I don't remember what I said last night. — Shaquille O'Neal Copy Share Image
To appreciate the beauty of a snow flake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold. — Aristotle Copy Share Image
I don't eat cereal actually... Frosted Flakes... that's as close as I can get. — Johnny Thunders Copy Share Image
Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it. — Rumi Copy Share Image
September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This… — Geoffrey Hill Copy Share Image
In my garden the winds have beaten the ripe lilies; in my garden, the salt has wilted the first flakes of young… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning—first fallen flake of the coming snows… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
I buy soy sauce and flavor it five different ways: with sake, mirin, sugar, kombu and bonito flakes. I use them on… — Masaharu Morimoto Copy Share Image
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was. — Chuck Klosterman Copy Share Image
If you really could fit God in a file, you wouldn't need to believe in God, you know, you'd just go get… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam.… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
The house was immaculate, as always, not a stray hair anywhere, not a flake of dandruff or a crumpled towel. Even the… — Sandra Cisneros Copy Share Image
I am a simple man and I use simple materials: Ivory Black, Vermilion, Prussian Blue, Yellow Ochre, Flake White and no medium.… — L. S. Lowry Copy Share Image
The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider will make… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
