There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.
For humans, the Arctic is a harshly inhospitable place, but the conditions there are precisely what polar bears require to survive - and thrive. 'Harsh' to us is 'home' for them. Take away the ice and snow, increase the temperature by even a little, ...
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows.
Just 'cause there's snow on the roof doesn't mean there's not a fire inside.
I had an interest in Scandinavian countries because I'd never seen snow.
Working exterior nights in Vancouver, when it's raining and snowing, is a little daunting, when you haven't slept.
I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada - timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts.
President Snow: Fear does not work as long as there is hope.
Flying Snow: Since you wish to die, I will assist you.
I have a message for president snow, you can bomb us but if we burn, you burn with us!
The thaw came and the snow melted away and so did my dad. 'til there wasn't nothing left.
Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three.
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
In January in Northern Russia, everything vanishes beneath a deep blanket of whiteness. Rivers, fields, trees, roads, and houses disappear, and the landscape becomes a white sea of mounds and hollows. On days when the sky is gray, it is hard to see w...
Like a forest rose the huge peaks above the slumbering village, measuring the night and heavens. They beckoned him. And something born of the snowy desolation, born of the midnight and silent grandeur, born of the great listening hollows of the night...
Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and rep...
