Quote by Omar Khayyam

“And in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush.”

— T.H. White

“one day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next…

— E.L. Doctorow

I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

— Margaret Atwood

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

— Emily Dickinson

“The skin of frozen snow crunched satisfyingly beneath my boots as I smashed each step into the ground just as I planned to smash…

— Kate Elliott

“Though it was the end of February, the day was a lazy sort of cold. The sun slipped through the cloud in bursts, reminding…

— Erika Robuck

“To tell you the truth,’ said Lady Hardcastle, ‘I’ve never quite understood the attraction of snow. It’s beautiful for the first hour or so,…

— T E Kinsey

“He walked over the arched stone bridge, enjoying the silence of the village. Snow did that. It laid down a simple, clean duvet that…

— louise penny

“The memory of tonight was as unblemished as new-fallen snow that I had to protect from careless footsteps.”

— Lorraine Zago Rosenthal

“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

“The frolic architecture of the snow.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Similarly, perhaps it never did snow that August in Vermont; perhaps there never were flurries in the night wind, and maybe no one else…

— Joan Didion