484 Quotes About Snow
- Author Ecclesiasticus
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He sprinkles snow like birds alighting,It comes down like locusts settling.The eye marvels at the beauty of its whiteness,And the mind is amazed at its falling.
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- Author Chris Kurtz
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The field was covered with ice crystals sticking up like a garden of little diamonds. Sophia was beside her now, and the two animals walked slowly into the crystal blossoms. Flora was enchanted.For a moment she forgot she was hungry, tired, and ill-equipped to make this journey. She forgot to worry about Oscar. She forgot to worry that there would never be a useful job for her. She kicked up her front hooves with each step and watched the ice crystals scatter in front of her.
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- Author Alexandra Kleeman
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Outside the window there was snow falling, falling like movie snow, all the dreamy fluffy bits drifting around in the light of a single streetlamp . . . I watched the snow slow down, thin out. Then it was two or three pieces at a time, falling reversibly, wavering up and down and up again like they didn't know where to go.
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- Author Meia Geddes
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It is good to be the pitter-patter of snow, no? To be an unexpected moment in time.
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- Author Munia Khan
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Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.
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- Author Katherine Rundell
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Wolves, and stars, and snow: Those things made sense.
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- Author Mark Haddon
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Snow... blots and softens the top of every object like ice on a plum pudding. Hedges, telegraph wires, cars, postboxes, recycling bins. The world is losing its edges. Look upwards and it seems as if the stars themselves are being poured from the sky and turn out not to be vast and fiery globes after all but tiny, frozen things which melt in the palm of your hand.
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- Author Mike Bond
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Wind blew snow crystals back and forth between the graves. The ancient pines creaked overhead.
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- Author Boris Pasternak
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The wind swept the snow aside, ever faster and thicker, as if it were trying to catch up with something, and Yurii Andreievich stared ahead of him out of the window, as if he were not looking at the snow but were still reading Tonia’s letter and as if what flickered past him were not small dry snow crystals but the spaces between the small black letters, white, white, endless, endless.
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