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.
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
No, I know,” Levi said. “But it’s not you. You don’t push through every moment. You pay attention. You take everything in. I like that about you—I like that better. ” Cath closed her eyes and felt tears catch on her cheeks. “I like your glasses,” he said. “I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don’t smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me. … Cather. ” He kissed her mouth. “Look at me. ” She did. “I choose you over everyone.
You may feel that you have eaten too much. . . But this pastry is like feathers - it is like snow. It is in fact good for you, a digestive!
We panic if there's two centimeters of snow in London.
If you're willing to go along for this farcical ride, you'll find 'Dead Snow 2' to be one terrific zombie movie.
The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans.
You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.
We are nearer neighbors to ourselves than the whiteness of snow or the weight of stones are to us: if man does not know himself, how should he know his functions and powers?
I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever
Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.
The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke. . . . glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run.
Free the snow globes!
Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.
You write your name in the snow Yet say nothing.
The snow came up to the top of Georgie's calves - she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing. . . God, she'd never even been able to imagine this much cold before. How could people live someplace that so obviously didn't want them?
He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below
The essence of a sculpture must enter on tip-toe, as light as animal footprints on snow.
Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below.
Snow. White, white, white, soft and clean, and maddening shapes, with the whole world in them.