Quote by Heather O'Neill Download Open image ““The snowflakes came down like little bits of newspaper”” — Heather O'Neill ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The snow was coming down so hard. It looked like the flakes were hurrying to get out of the sky so the next ones… — Bill McKibben Copy Share Image
“This last year I've felt like one of those snowflakes we used to make in school. The ones where you fold the paper a certain way and then keep cutting and cutting until the paper is shredded. That's what I look like, a paper snowflake. And each hole has a name. And nobody, not you, not me, can fill the… — Amy Harmon Copy Share
“The snowflakes start falling and I start to float Till my mean older brother stuffs snow down my coat” — Owl City Copy Share Image
“Each snowflake was a sigh heard by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. All the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds,… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“The tiny snowflakes seemed not to be falling at all, just hovering in the air. So few flakes and so minute, it was as… — Holliday Vann Copy Share Image
“Why, yes. I am a strange wonder. The most special of snowflakes! Born out of time, forever running to catch up to it!” — Ryan Graudin Copy Share Image
“The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so that the street was soon deserted, empty, quiet.… — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
“You can learn how to be an aristocrat by following a few rules in a very short book. There is nothing to it.” He… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“I decided to get my butt up out of the coffin, just like Jesus Christ, and come and chitchat with all my beautiful and… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
In Lullabies, I wanted to capture what I remembered of the drunken babbling of unfortunate twelve-year-olds: their illusions, their ludicrously bad choices, their lack… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“You know you're my best friend, right?' he said. I shrugged. I guessed it was true. Now that I wasn't going to be at… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Jules and I were tiny people. We were delicate. We were almost destroyed. We were vulnerable. Like nerds in a school yard of bullies,… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“When you’re young, sex doesn’t mean as much, it isn’t sacred. Children make the best prostitutes because they’re th emost perfunctory about the whole… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Being a woman was a trap. Something would bring you down before you turned twenty-three. The only time the world shows you any favor,… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
Sometimes when you are standing still and it’s snowing, you think that you hear music. You can’t tell where it’s coming from either. I… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“What are they supposed to do when they've been told their whole lives not to believe in fairy tales?” — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Felix was in his room singing into a tape recorder then playing it back and exclaiming, “My God. Do I actually sound like this?… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
Adolescents are still children in that they can't yet tell the difference between make believe and fiction. — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
