I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada – timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts.

I think we should model parts of the English language after the Inuits, who have 52 words for snow. Why don’t we have 52 words for love? Instead, I have to rely on metaphors like,...

I’m a very big fan of winter-flowering shrubs and bulbs. You have the smell, you have the color – it’s really like a present from God when something like that is in flower in the...

A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.

A man could be at the coffee-house every evening laughing and playing cards with his friends, he could have so much fun with his classmates that there is never a moment they arent´t exploding into...

The light irradiates white peaks of Annapurna marching down the sky, in the great rampart that spreads east and west for eighteen hundred miles, the Himalaya- the alaya (abode, or home) of hima (snow).Hibiscus, frangipani,...

This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it.

Maybe it’s wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love...

She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her bones. She could leave her whitened bones scattered on the snow and depart...

It’s January and I’m kicking snow off the ground. I just threw out the flower you made me promise to water, handle with care, because I was too careless, you said. Careless with things and...

We have a love so pure that it makes snow seem yellow. (Don’t eat it!)

I was reading a magazine when I was a little kid, probably about twelve years old, and an ad said that if you sell so many jars of Noxzema skin cream, we’ll sell you a...

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

But no one believes in that way what he reads in a novel…Oh yes they do. If only to see themselves as wise and superior and humanistic, they need to think of us as sweet...

…the wildlings had no where to go. Some continued upward, and died. Some went downward, and died. Some stayed where they were. They died as well.

The snow continues with high winds we remain at this camp to day in consequence of the weather.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

I gave three quiet cheers for Minnesota. In Seattle a dusty inch of anything white and chilly means the city lapses into full-on panic mode, as if each falling flake crashes to earth with its...

After six long hours of driving and three rest stops, Tiger pulls up to a snow-topped, metal speaker box just outside the State Penitentiary’s first gate in Walla Walla. As he rolls down his window...

This is an extra letter in the middle of the month because I’m rather lonely tonight. It’s awfully stormy; the snow is beating against my tower. All the lights are out on the campus, but...

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to...

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and...

…there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not.

The two things, love and snow, that make the world look fresh again

One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.

He rose and walked to the windows. The moon reflected the pristine whiteness blowing into shadowy silvery mounds beneath the stars. It spread out before him, all pure and flowing and sterling. There’d always been...

It’s wrong, what you say, and I beg you, if you’re a good man,to forget what you’ve said, as I forget it,” she said at last.”Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I,...

So you heroically undertook to endure the pains of faithlessness, just to be able to write good poems. But you didn´t realise then that when you lost that voice inside you, you´d end up all...

..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft – for one moment there is no one else – only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate …

A wave of Time hangs motionless on this particular shore.I notice a tree, arsenical grey in the light, or the slowWheel of the stars, the Great Bear glittering colder than snow,And remember there was something...

I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there’s only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It’s as if he’s speaking the words again. “Oh,...

Small, red, and upright he waited,gripping his new bookbag tightin one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other,while the first snows of winterfloated down on his eyelashes and covered...

I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember,...

We made love like two sticks of butter melting in the snow. I mean freezing.

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

It looks like something out of Whittier’s “Snowbound,”‘ Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

I don’t really like driving in the snow. There’s something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It’s like tumbling into a field...

A person looked at me and said “I can’t believe you eat ice cream when it’s cold out” “I replied oh that’s nothing I drink water also when it rains

Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three.

දෙව්ලොව මෙන් අසිරිමත් එවැනි පරිසරයක සිටින ඕනෑම කෙනකේ එම සුන්දරත්වයෙන් වශී නොවුණහොත් එය පුදුමයකි. සුද පාට හිම කැරලි තුරු මුදුන් වසාගෙනය. ජිවිතයේ පළමු වරට හිම දුටු රවිඳුට තමා කොහි සිටිත්දැයි පවා අමතක විය. හුදෙකලා බව...

The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

Centomila gavette vuote di cibo, colme di ghiaccio, costellavano la neve e segnavano la sorte dei combattenti imprigionati nella sacca presso il Don.

Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It’s late afternoon – the sun...

“Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.

…dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field…

I’ve always felt lucky to live someplace where snow is rare, you know? It’s rareness that makes it so speacial.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

Eestimaa suvi alles algab. See on lühike, kuid lumevaene, nagu ütlevad soomlased.