Love is life's snow. It falls deepest and softest into the gashes left by the fight - whiter and purer than snow itself.— Fridtjof Nansen
Bumbling Snow Falling quotations
Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.
The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
When it comes time to sit down and write the next book, you're deathly afraid that you're not up to the task. That was certainly the case with me after Snow Falling on Cedars.
But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.
It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity
When you fall in love with a work of art, you’d die to meet the artist.
I am a student of the galleries of Pacific sunsets, full moon rises on the ocean, the clouds from an airplane, autumn forests in Raleigh, first fallen snows. And I’m dying to meet the artist.
Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Advice is like snow--the softer it falls, the deeper it goes.
The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours.
I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live
Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge.
No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty.
The inflated style is itself a kind of euphemism.
A mass of Latin words falls upon the facts like soft snow, blurring the outlines and covering up all the details. The great enemy of clear language is insincerity.
Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.
The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.
Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the ground.
As the game enters its glorious final weeks, the chill of fall signals the reality of defeat for all but one team. The fields of play will turn brown and harden, the snow will fall, but in the heart of the fan sprouts a sprig of green.
Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .
It is always easier to capture eternity in the falling snow or along the coast where the waves crash and in solitary and lonely places. It is the quiet places where it is easiest to feel eternity.
I'm falling apart, one part after another.
Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.
When death comes, it's just like winter.
We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.
Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks.
Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.
One boy's footprints are not long in being lost in the snow, in the steadily falling snow of the shortest day, the longest night; they are lost as soon as they are made. And once again the heath is clothed in drifting white. And there is no ghost, save the one ghost that lives in the heart of a motherless boy, till his footprints disappear.