Snow Quote by Leslie Marmon Silko Download Open image “the snow ... came in thick tufts like new wool - washed before the weaver spins it.” — Leslie Marmon Silko ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Snow Sorrow Thick Weavers Wool
It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems. — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It started to snow—light flakes that drifted down from the heavens like small feathers released from angel pillows.” — Debbie Macomber Copy Share Image
“Flakes of snow swirled and danced across the porch. The Overlook faced it as it had for nearly three-quarters of a century, its darkened… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“But at the end of February, out of a cold black north a dozen meandering snowflakes fell. They drifted about the air like thrums - blown from the raw edges of the coming storm. Next morning, colour had gone from the world. Shapes, sounds, the energies and acuteness of life, were muffled in the dull white that covered both earth… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share
“Still, I remember a more expansive time when the first winter snowfall was a magical act of creation and cold seemed incapable of penetrating… — Eric Schaller Copy Share Image
“...Following the bird you lay into a deep turn in the steepening descent. It [the snow] is super soft, bottomless and amazingly light, yet… — Steve Baldwin Copy Share Image
“Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens the crumbled… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
The winter is made and you have to bear it, The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind, For all the thoughts of… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Yet there was a momentary hint of blue sky, and even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of diamonds across… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
To be able to make up stories has been a great gift to me from my ancestors and from the storytellers who were so… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
“rip the tongue from the darkness shake the earth with your breathing and explode gray ice dreams of eternity” — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
He made a story for all of them, a story to give them strength. The words of the story poured out of his mouth… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
The truth of course was otherwise, but Lecha had never felt she owed anyone the truth, unless it was truth about their own lives,… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
“He could get no rest as long as the memories were tangled with the present” — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
The story was the important thing and little changes here and there were really part of the story. There were even stories about the… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time. — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
I don't make outlines or plans because whenever I do, they turn out to be useless. It is as if I am compelled to… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
What is it about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things? — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
The only way to get change is not through the courts or — heaven forbid — the politicians, but through a change of human… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the rock, the moss. In autumn, it would be right; in winter under the snow, it would be perfect in its wintriness. Spring would come again and miracle within miracle would unfold, each at its special pace,… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share
“Some people spend their entire lives seeing the snow without ever seeing the magic in the existence of one snowflake.” — Emily Littlejohn Copy Share Image
For those of us who try to keep remembering, Try to do our better than our best. Think of all the children in the… — Zooey Deschanel Copy Share Image
I certainly enjoy quite a few times the taste of the snow as I slam my face a few times in the snow trying… — Alex Zanardi Copy Share Image
She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost,… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
I hope the day will come when a wasp-waist and a pair of thin shoulders will not be esteemed beauty: we have had our… — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
I didnt write Snow White for any class, but I got bitten by the screenwriting bug and wrote a couple of scripts in my… — Evan Daugherty Copy Share Image
One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown… — Anonymous Copy Share
At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars. — Craig Thompson Copy Share Image
Flagstaff, up in the mountains where I lived, there is 130 inches of snow a year. — Ben Howland Copy Share Image
There are believers who by God's grace, have climbed the mountains of full assurance and near communion, their place is with the eagle in his eyrie, high aloft; they are like the strong mountaineer, who has trodden the virgin snow, who has breathed the fresh, free air of the Alpine regions, and therefore his sinews are braced, and his limbs… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
![“...Following the bird you lay into a deep turn in the steepening descent. It [the snow] is super soft, bottomless and amazingly light, yet supportive. It feels like something in between floating on top, and within the top of a deep-pile carpet as you link turn after turn down the open glacier…” quote by Steve Baldwin](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/d67/steve-baldwin-171981_mountains_following-the-bird-you-lay-into-a-deep-t_1889936.jpg)
