There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.
Only brooms Know the devil Still exists, That the snow grows whiter After a crow has flown over it
The road conditions are so variable here, there is ice, snow and everything in between. But a podium finish is a definite possibility if we stay smooth and adjust to the slippery conditions.
A lie is like a snow-ball; the longer it is rolled, the larger it is.
Snow-white moslem head-dress around a dead black face! Beautiful were your sand-papering words against our skins!
The snow continues with high winds we remain at this camp to day in consequence of the weather.
The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.
If you grow up where a snow mountain lifts its proud crown on the home horizon, in some strange way it becomes a member of the family.
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
The snow reminded me of the beauty and mystery of creation, of the essential joy that is life.
Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.
Snow reminds Ka of God! But I’m not sure it would be accurate. What brings me close to God is the silence of snow.
I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion. ” “What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give him back his legs. ” “You gave me help when I needed it” Jon Snow said. “I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words. ” “Then give your words to Bran too.
My Christmas wish would be to have an entire week off. To spend it with my family and just curl up and watch Christmas movies when it's snowing outside.
What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To wash it white as snow?
Katniss, I don't think President Snow will kill Peeta. If he does, he won't have any way to hurt you. " "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. "Whatever it takes to break you.
At least 3,527 U. S. monthly records for heat, rain, and snow were broken in 2012. We can't let this continue unchecked, and we don't have to.
If any has stumbled in his journey, there is a way back. The process is called repentance. Our Savior died to provide you and me that blessed gift. Though the path is difficult, the promise is real: 'Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow' (Isaiah 1:18).
He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.
Little men build up great ones, but the snow colossus soon melts; the good stand under the eye of God, and therefore stand.