First snow Quote by Anne Sexton Download Open image “I am younger each year at the first snow.” — Anne Sexton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare First snow Firsts Snow Years
When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old. — Lady Bird Johnson Copy Share Image
I'm still shocked every time I see snow. The first bit of snow each year... I stay up and I watch it. And then… — Grace Jones Copy Share Image
The first snowfall initiates the arrival of winter. . . It makes me always feel nostalgic. . . — Rick Sutter Copy Share Image
Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be… — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
When I was a kid, my favourite time of the year when I was child was that magical first snowfall. I'd yell Yippee! Snow!… — Emo Philips Copy Share Image
Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
Being Australian, I'm probably more used to sunshine and the beach. I've never been skiing, and I think I was already in my 20s… — Georgina Haig Copy Share Image
Why do people take notice of first snowfalls but not the last days of snow? Remember the last too. — Yoseob Copy Share Image
Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three. — William Henry Ashley Copy Share Image
Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The Witch's Life" When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I have forgiven all the old actors for dying. A new one comes on with the same lines, like large white growths, in his… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“From the Garden” Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of words away… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...? — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of pique. Out… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough? — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or dust, never… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“First Snow The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty… — mary oliver Copy Share Image
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
“The nuns were not the only ones to take an interest in French-Canadian cooking that fall. It was a November evening, a little before… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“In the winter, when the first snow was too delicate to last on the sidewalks, it clung to the rough surface of the brick… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
Humid seal of soft affections, Tend'rest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“The truth is dark under your eyelids. What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.… — Charles Simic Copy Share Image
Give me the old familiar world, post-office and all, with this ever new self, with this infinite expectation and faith, which does not know… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“All the same, there were some things they needed to learn. Do not drink milk after a thunderstorm, for it will certainly be sour.… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
