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The thin snow now driving from the north and lodging on my coat consists of those beautiful star crystals... perfect little wheels with six spokes, without a tire... How full of the creative genius is the air in which these are generated! I should hardly admire more, if real stars fell and lodged on my coat. Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity, so that not a snow-flake escapes its fashioning hand. ~Henry David Thoreau, journal, 1856 January 5th


Snowflakes are kisses from heaven. ~Author unknown


The sun was down behind the snow-covered hills across the ice, and chilly gusts swept through the trees. Fine snow was sifting from the loaded branches and riding the wind. ~Gerald Raftery (1905–1986), Gray Lance, 1950


The snow is sparkling like a million little suns. ~Lama Willa Miller


Look up at the miracle of the falling snow, — the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the exquisite crystals dropping in ditch and gutter, and disguising in the same suit of spotless livery all objects upon which they fall. ~John Burroughs, "The Snow-Walkers," 1866


When snow falls, nature listens. ~Antoinette van Kleeff


Snowmen fall from heaven — unassembled. ~Author unknown


Brick: Isn't it amazing how each snowflake is different?
Sue: I know. It took me, like, three hours to cut out ten, and God has to do, like, fifty billion. You can't tell me that's not a miracle.
~The Middle, "A Christmas Gift," 2011, written by Jana Hunter & Mitch Hunter [S3, E11]


When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels. ~Author unknown


Snow and adolescence are the only problems we can think of that disappear if you ignore them long enough. ~Changing Times, 1954


Along the seaboard but little snow fell: it was, to use an expressive Gaelic phrase, no more than a spìonadh sneachd a slugan an t’ soirbheis, a phrase untranslateable with any literalness of rendering, but which means that the snowflakes came reluctantly, and as if with difficulty and against their will, from out the æsophagus of the howling storm... ~"Nether-Lochaber," Inverness Courier, 1881


Where does the white go when the snow melts? ~Hugh Kieffer


The blowing snow held an invitation that I couldn't resist. I hate the snow, and I love it. So I bundled up and went for a walk that ended in the university library. ~Thea Alexander, 2150 A.D., 1976


Got snow drifts? Think of all the magical snowmen buried beneath, waiting for release. ~Dr. SunWolf, tweet, 2015, professorsunwolf.com


Man is said to want but little here below,
And I have an idea that what he wants littlest of is snow...
~Ogden Nash (1902–1971), "Jangle Bells"


First hither and thither a feathery flake,
Softly and softly they winnow and shake;
And then in light handsful 'tis sifted and scattered,
And then comes a burst, like a cloud that is shattered;
Then—steady and fast and still faster it falleth...
~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "Snow"


Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about—whenever the wind blows... ~Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, And What Alice Found There


In what bold relief stand out the lives of all walkers of the snow! The snow is a great tell-tale, and blabs as effectually as it obliterates. I go into the woods, and know all that has happened. I cross the fields, and if only a mouse has visited his neighbor, the fact is chronicled. ~John Burroughs, "The Snow-Walkers," 1866


The sullen clouds are hanging down
      Right over the town, and I think
That the sleet and snow have made my roof
      As slick as a skating rink.
~Jean Wright, "A Fool on a Roof: Et in Arcadia Ego"


Everything looked so clean and transformed, so fresh-start. All ramshackle aspects of the neighborhood's houses and barns had disappeared under white roofs against white fields. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Flight Behavior, 2012


...I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow...
~Emily Brontë


What could be more lovely than a winter night such as this, when the moon shines out of a cloudless sky upon the glittering, fresh-fallen snow? Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world. ~Murasaki Shikibu (c.978–c.1014), The Tale of Genji: A Wreath of Cloud, translated from the Japanese by Arthur Waley, 1927


The two women walked cautiously over the path of hardened snow, planting their feet firmly and carefully.... In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.... Best to take it slow. ~Louise Penny, Bury Your Dead, 2011


Then, comes the snow in its beauty,
Each flake a pattern of lace
That floats in the air, so gently;
Then, finds its own, special place.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "God is an Artist of Nature," 1940s


Snow-flakes! Yes, it is true, in accordance with the child-thought, you come floating so gently down from Heaven as if afraid of hurting the wintry earth.... Ye gentle, fleecy things!... Snow-flakes! ~A.S. Macduff, "The Message of the Snow-Flakes," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884


Snow is so light and so bright and so fluffy,
Unless you must shovel it — then it's a toughy!
~Robert Orben, 2400 Jokes to Brighten Your Speeches, 1984


I used to stare up at the sky trying to see where the snowflakes were born. I could do it for hours. Well, minutes. But it was always the waiting that was the most fun. ~Author unknown, from a package of Starbucks coffee, 2010


Snow is all right while it is snowing;
It is like inebriation because it is very pleasing when it is coming, but very unpleasing when it is going...
~Ogden Nash (1902–1971), "Jangle Bells"


Oh, what is as lovely as flakes of snow
      That float through the air as the wind doth blow?!
      They settle to earth, these beautiful flakes,
      On hilltops and valleys, rivers and lakes...
Out in the country, where the snow stays white,
      It glistens in beauty, a lovely sight!
      While the city streets are soon quite a mess
      Of slush and ice; this we have to confess!
But I, dearly, love each small flake of snow
      That brings glad memories; and this I know:
      These flakes, so perfect, so pure and so white,
      Prove to us God's perfection and His might!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Snow" (1940s)


Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go?
Or are ye angels, bearing home
The host unseen
Of truant spirits, to be clad
Again in green?
~John B. Tabb, "Phantoms"


Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by the snow, haunted the scene of their distress. Icicle-hung caves and cellars built for refuges from sudden storms, were like so many whispers of the perils of the place; never-resting wreaths and mazes of mist wandered about, hunted by a moaning wind; and snow, the besetting danger of the mountain, against which all its defences were taken, drifted sharply down. ~Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit, 1857


A raw north wind sends patches of cloud and blue sky racing overhead, with a few light snow flurries. ~David J. Beard (1947–2016), @Raqhun, tweet, 2009


As I went forth, on my ten toes, a snowball hit me on the nose, and knocked that organ out of place, a-spreading it all o'er my face. "My blessing on the merry boys," I cried, "and on their harmless joys! I'd gladly sacrifice a nose, out here among the virgin snows, to see the children glad and gay, as I was on a bygone day. If I had noses by the score, I'd see them all bunged up and sore, if that would make the children glad, and this gray world less grim and sad." And while I spoke these words of cheer, a snowball hit me in the ear. It jarred my spinal column loose, and addled all my vital juice. I leaned against a fence and said, "What though that snowball split my head? Some boy was filled with utter glee, when he let drive that shot at me, and if my ruined dome of thought, some comfort to a kid has brought, it surely does not ache in vain; not futile is its grist of pain." And as I feebly tottered by, a snowball hit me in the eye. ~Walt Mason (1862–1939), "Childish Joys"


...a rolling snowball gathers no sparks... ~E.E. Cummings, "Ballad of an Intellectual," 1932


I wish that you could have seen the edge of the snow-cloud which hovered, oh, so soothingly, down to the grand Pilot Peak brows, discharging its heaven-begotten snows with such unmistakable gentleness and moving, perhaps with conscious love from pine to pine as if bestowing separate and independent blessings upon each. In a few hours we climbed under and into this glorious storm-cloud. What a harvest of crystal flowers, and what wind songs were gathered from the spirey firs and the long fringy arms of the Lambert pine. ~John Muir, from letter to Jeanne Carr, written from Yosemite, circa early spring 1871



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