Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.— William Hamilton Gibson
Devotion Winter Snow quotations
Sing hey! Sing hey! For Christmas Day;
Twine mistletoe and holly. For a friendship glows In winter snows, And so let's all be jolly! At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow.
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow , and drives the bee to match at home Their calculated honeycomb, Is abacus and rose combined. An icy sweetness fills my mind , A sense that under thing and wing Lies, taut yet living , coiled, the spring .
I have always had strong maternal instincts.
Even when I was still a child I cut out pictures of prams from newspapers and imagined the feeling of pushing my own pram through fresh winter snow and seeing the wheels' tracks behind me in the snow.
Remember the rights of the savage, as we call him.
Remember that the happiness of his humble home, remember that the sanctity of life in the hill villages of Afghanistan, among the winter snows, is as inviolable in the eye of Almighty God, as can be your own.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
I know what the problem is, of course.
The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of deliria. But I don't care. If pneumonia felt this good I'd stand out in the snow in the winter with bare feet and no coat, or march into the hospital and kiss pneumonia patients
Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That’s the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it’s snowing, I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty.
It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.
Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
Kindness is like snow-it beautifies everything it covers.
Advice is like snow--the softer it falls, the deeper it goes.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.
It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your best season.
My picture, Fifth Avenue, Winter is the result of a three hours' stand during a fierce snow-storm on February 22nd 1893, awaiting the proper moment. My patience was duly rewarded. Of course, the result contained an element of chance, as I might have stood there for hours without succeeding in getting the desired pictures.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
All things with which we deal preach to us.
What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,--it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.
Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.
It was a bad one, the Winter of 1933.
Wading home that night through flames of snow, my toes burning, my ears on fire, the snow swirling around me like a flock of angry nuns, I stopped dead in my tracks. The time had come to take stock. Fair weather or foul, certain forces in the world were at work trying to destroy me.
There is really a je ne sais quoi about turkey cooking - the air of festivity, the family squabbles, the constant basting - that does not apply to the turkey breast, which is, really, a convenience of food... A turkey without seasonal angst is like a baseball game without a national anthem, a winter without snow, a birthday party without candles.
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through the white and drifted snow.