Quote by Suzanne Palmieri

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

— Carolyn Forché

“She began to feel sacred, scared and the voices came and went and her body became brittle, falling, drying, like cold Annihilation, like blue…

— J. Jason Graff

“An Eleanor, she told herself triumphantly, who belongs, who is talking easily, who is sitting by the fire with her friends.”

— Shirley Jackson

“I told myself to remember the snow and to remember my pure, strong happiness at simply being alive to see it. That thought has…

— Siri Hustvedt

“She had covered herself in frost, so every part of her grew cold and would not feel, because of that single part that longed…

— Shehanne Moore

“All Heaven and Earth Flowered white obliterate... Snow...unceasing snow”

— Hashin

“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

“It didn't look like the kind of snow that whispers down gently in the pit of the night and in the morning turns the…

— Terry Pratchett

“The snow grew deeper as we laboured down the hill. The land was a flat white pall, spread out like rumpled wool. Into the…

— Caroline Lea

“I could help her in her shop, Eleanor thought; she loves beautiful things and I would go with her to find them. We could…

— Shirley Jackson

“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

“Then, as a single snowflake flares and flickers upon voicing its final breath, so two eyes make silent conversation with mine. A face as…

— Craig Froman