What, are you doing? Aside from getting your sandwich cold. " "I’m making a snow angel. Don’t you know what that is?" "Yes, I know. But why? You must be freezing. " "Not so much, actually. My face is a little, I guess.
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.
Every one knows how the snow lies in the valleys of the Alps, forming a plain which slopes gradually downward towards the outlet Imagine such a valley ten miles across, with just such a sloping plain, not of snow but of earth.
Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.
I love touring in the United States. It's dramatically different wherever you go. North to south you're going from snow to palm trees.
I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever
Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.
In the depths of your hopes and desires, lies your silent knowledge of the beyond, and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Every time it starts to snow, I would like to have sex.
Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.
The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life.
I didn't see painters doing paintings of glassware and glass shelves or sand dunes and receding snow fences. Why does that interest photographers and not artists?
He'd be better off shoveling snow.
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.
I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it--not just mother love, but the love for one's parents, for one's husband, and for one's laotong. I've experienced the other types of love--pity love, respectful love and gratitude love. But looking at our secret fan with its messages written between Snow Flower and me over many years, I see that I didn't value the most important love--deep-heart love.
Oh where, oh where had Snow White gone? She'd found it easy, being pretty To hitch a ride into the city.
Those who are broad-minded and considerate are like the spring breeze, warm and nurturing, at show touch all being grow. Those who are envious an d cruel are like the snow of the northlands, stilling and freezing, at whose touch all beings die.
The time came around where the label was like, "Well, if you want something to come out in early 2017, it's going to have to be done by, like, so-and-so. " So I plucked some of the old songs and wrote some new ones. Everybody keeps asking me, "Is this your L. A. record?" I was doing songs in a bedroom in New York, I was doing it in a bedroom in L. A. The only difference is when I look out the window, there's palm trees instead of snow.
I know there will be spring, as surely as the birds know it when they see above the snow two tiny, quivering green leaves. Spring cannot fail us.