Pleasures First look from morning's window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons The newspaper The dog Dialectics Showering, swimming Old music Comfortable shoes Comprehension New music Writing, planting Traveling Singing Being friendly
Just snow and sapphire and ink.
The essence of a sculpture must enter on tip-toe, as light as animal footprints on snow.
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.
. . . when the words pour out of you just right, you understand that these sentences are all part of a river flowing out of your own distant, hidden ranges, and all words become the dissolving snow that feeds your mountain streams forever. The language locks itself in the icy slopes of our own high passes, and it is up to us, the writers, to melt the glaciers within us. When these glaciers break off, we get to call them novels, the changelings of our burning spirits, our life's work.
I've never heard of that anthology [Vance Randolph, Pissing in the Snow], but you can be sure I'll buy it now.
When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, have you grown old.
O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!
There aren't a lot of guys like me left. But I'm a war horse. I've been through it all. And you know something about war horses? Through the sleet, through the snow, they just keep going.
Given that we are passing the climate change bill, which is based on the supposition that the climate is getting warmer, let me point out that it is now snowing outside, in October.
To appreciate the beauty of a snow flake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
But considering that I walked in expecting no complexity at all, let alone the visual wonderments, 'Snow White and the Huntsman' is a considerable experience.
They have horses in 'Snow White?' I am lucky nothing nasty happens to horses in 'Snow White.
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.
Heavy blizzards start as a gentle and persistent snow.
The stars whirled above us and the firecrackers blazed. The moon stood watch as drops of blood fell, careless seeds that sizzled in the snow.
Not snow, no, nor rain, nor heat, nor night keeps them from accomplishing their appointed courses with all speed.
Snow endures but for a season, and joy comes with the morning.
The snow, the wind, the sun and the sounds of nature, can all be reminders to you that you're an integral part of the natural world.
Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help, I am so cool.