Be-my-wolff Quote by Emma Richler

“She lived here for a while until she couldn't stand having strangers stand outside and shout, "Rachel! Rachel, send down your chair" any longer.”

— patricia c. wrede

“The memories are few and like dreams of her life resuming a muted sound of snow    falling into itself.”

— Carolyn Forché

“Rachel would be beautiful in the middle of mud slides and hailstorms. On a sweet, sunny day, she made my heart ache.”

— Katherine Applegate

“Her, enveloped in the smell of the snow, and her cold fingertips, and the sound of the black clouds drifting through the sky so…

— Makoto Shinkai

“Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red…

— Ally Condie

“Beyond the window, snow fell like frozen drops of poison.”

— Sarah Monette

“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

“Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.”

— Charlie English

“Rachel became slowly aware now, even while talking and listening to her own voice, that there might well be something universal about the pleasure…

— Richard Yates

“It is not so much the science of snow for me, anymore. I’d rather just look at it. The light, the way it absorbs…

— Anthony Doerr

“I love early snow now, though. Especially snow that happens when you least expect it and just sprinkles down for a while. It feels…

— Kate Messner

“A few steps into the trees, you glance back to see the snow has already covered your prints.”

— Jennifer M Zeiger