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The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.

Joseph Wood Krutch

Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.

Ludwig Wittgenstein

Money is only congealed snow.

Dorothy Parker

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

Oscar Wilde

Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.

Alfred Hitchcock

On a clear winter morning, just as the sun rises high enough for its slanting rays to shine horizontally through the trees, disclosing each branch and needle, backlit and rimmed with fire, each intricate facets of the snow crystals distinct and glittering, each contour and dip of the land plainly outlined by the conforming snow, I lay my track through the snow -- a silent listener awaiting Being. And Being responds. I move so silently and swiftly that deer, rabbits, and weasels are surprised and caught him in their inner lives; so swiftly and silently they do not flee but stand out in their beings. Each tree-being, aspen and fir, lit from within, stands out. The shape of the land is shone forth more clearly than in the summer, when its contours are masked and hidden by vegetation. The earth more present, the sky more present, by, the human, more present in total awarenessÖ

Dolores LaChapelle

Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well, Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch, Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn, Like babies in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping; Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting, (On earth and in the sea -- the universe -- the stars there in the heavens.) Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless, And waiting ever more, forever more behind.

Walt Whitman

Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it white

Bing Crosby

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.

Robert Seymour Bridges

The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.

Margaret Eleanor Atwood

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?

John Banister Tabb

I felt a joy in my heart, which seemed filled with love, love for the sun, the snow, the wind and the hills, love for everything around me. It was in this mood that I walked down the snow-covered path dotted with black footprints. Further down the footprints mingled and made dirty little puddles. I picked my way over the thickest snow because I loved the crunching of snow underfoot. With the sunlight pouring down and a breeze in my face I felt that balmy spring was coming to meet me.

Li Yaotang

He who died at Azan sends This to comfort all his friends: Faithful friends! It lies I know Pale and white and cold as snow; And ye say, 'Abdallahs dead!' Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this: I am not the thing you kiss. Cease your tears and let it lie; It was mineit is not I.

Sir Edwin Arnold

Right here you made an angel of yourself, free-falling backwards into last night's snow, indenting a straight, neat, crucified shape, then flapping your arms, one stroke, a great bird, to leave the impression of wings. It worked.

Simon Armitage

The iron ice stung like a goad, Slashing the torn shoes from my feet, And all the air was bitter sleet. And all the land was cramped with snow, Steel-strong and fierce and glimmering wan, Like pale plains of obsidian. And yet I strove and I was fire And ice and fire and ice were one In one vast hunger of desire.

Stephen Vincent Bent

So they march with sovereign tread Behind them limps the hungry dog, and wrapped in wild snow at their head carrying a blood-red flag soft-footed where the blizzard swirls, invulnerable where bullets crossed crowned with a crown of snowflake pearls, a flowery diadem of frost, ahead of them goes Jesus Christ.

Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

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.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

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