Moonlight lined the windowsills like a fall of snow.
I must be dead for there is nothing but blue snow and the furious silence of a gunshot.
I am manageable. I, you know, it'll suffice I think. No, no, I feel pretty good. I trained for a long time and I got really cool, like I was doing jumps. It got like, I felt really good, but then when I got out on gravel and fake snow and - it just kind of all went downhill. But I think it's still okay.
God, I've frozen my ass off painting snow scenes!
Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.
This work somehow awakened my dormant powers of will and I began to practice self-control. At first my resolutions faded like snow in April, but in a little while I conquered my weakness and felt a pleasure I never knew before - that of doing as I willed.
The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.
We are nearer neighbours to ourselves than whiteness to snow, or weight to stones.
Western Tibetan Buddhists are always looking out there at the distant snow peaks and they lose the flowers along the path.
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
He found whole figures which represented a written word; but he never could manage to represent just the word he wanted - that word was 'eternity', and the Snow Queen had said, "If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates. " But he could not find it out.
What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
The Snow-drop, Winter's timid child, Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears.
We [Frisch and Lise Meitner] walked up and down in the snow, I on skis and she on foot (she said and proved that she could get along just as fast that way), and gradually the idea took shape that this was no chipping or cracking of the nucleus but rather a process to be explained by Bohr's idea that the nucleus was like a liquid drop; such a drop might elongate and divide itself.
A light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold.
Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
The cold blast at the casement beats;The window-panes are white;The snow whirls through the empty streets;It is a dreary night!
It is folly to shiver over last year's snow.
It is difficult to find anything more healthy to drink than good cold water, such as flows down to us from springs and snows of our mountains. This is the beverage we should drink. It should be our drink at all times.
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?