Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.
We've got to rebuild human hearts - and persuade people that hope isn't just possible, but essential.
The Eskimos have hundreds of word for snow but we've invented three times that many words for relationships. What really defines a relationship?
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.
The United States spends more money on African aid than any nation on earth.
It's nice to have money, but the first thing I did with money was buy my father a snow-blower, because my job was to shovel snow, and I wasn't there to do it any more, so I was able to buy him a blower.
Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
Courtesies cannot be borrowed like snow shovels; you must have some of your own.
Minneapolis has two seasons: Road Removal and Snow Repair.
In New York, they understood that my country was not a country, but winter. And that my road was not really a road, but snow.
A good many times I have been present at gatherings of people who, by the standards of the traditional culture, are thought highly educated and who have with considerable gusto been expressing their incredulity at the illiteracy of scientists. Once or twice I have been provoked and have asked the company how many of them could describe the Second Law of Thermodynamics. The response was cold: it was also negative. Yet I was asking something which is about the scientific equivalent of: Have you read a work of Shakespeare's?
It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know
I remember wishing there was snow in L.A. And how jealous we used to get of those Christmas specials with kids playing in the snow.
Snow. White, white, white, soft and clean, and maddening shapes, with the whole world in them.
God, I've frozen my ass off painting snow scenes!
If you can't stand the heat, then move to Minnesota. They have snow in May.
Certain signs, some of them visible to the layman as well as the scientist, indicate that we have been watching an ice age approach for some time without realizing what we are seeing... Scientists predict that it will cause great snows which the world has not seen since the last ice age thousands of years ago.
It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges under cars, or stiff glass bottle still in hand, hair soft on greasy pillows, still it is news she cannot follow love (his burning footsteps in blue crystal snow) & still come out all right.
My life had become an endless race against the clock. I was always in a hurry, scrambling to save a minute here, a few seconds there. My wake-up call came when I found myself toying with the idea of buying a collection of One-Minute Bedtime Stories Snow White in 60 seconds. Suddenly it hit me: my rushaholism has got so out of hand that I'm even willing to speed up those precious moments with my children at the end of the day. There has to be a better way, I thought, because living in fast forward is not really living at all. That's why I began investigating the possibility of slowing down.
Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow.
Long, blue, spiky-edged shadows crept out across the snow-fields, while a rosy glow, at first scarce discernible, gradually deepened and suffused every mountain-top, flushing the glaciers and the harsh crags above them. This was the alpenglow, to me the most impressive of all the terrestrial manifestations of God. At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.
The weather behaved itself. In the spring, the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang. In the summer it was beautifully hot for no less than four months, and, if it did rain just enough for agricultural purposes, they managed to arrange it so that it rained while you were in bed. In the autumn the leaves flamed and rattled before the west winds, tempering their sad adieu with glory. And in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, Where the tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
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