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Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity
Novala Takemoto – Missin’
With luck, it might even snow for us.
Haruki Murakami – After Dark
Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.
Sylvia Plath – The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?
John Banister Tabb
Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.
The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.
William Goldman – The Princess Bride
Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other,
while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.”
Anne Carson – Autobiography of Red
The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.
Gary D. Schmidt – The Wednesday Wars
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.
L. M. Montgomery – Anne of Green Gables
All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate…
Hashin – Japanese Haiku
Maybe it’s wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.
Peter Høeg – Smilla’s Sense of Snow
In the nineteenth century, Fritjof Nansen wrote that skiing washes civilization clean from our minds by dint of its exhilarating physicality. By extension, I believe that snow helps strip away the things that don’t matter. It leaves us thinking of little else but the greatness of nature, the place of our souls within it, and the dazzling whiteness that lies ahead.
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Wallace Stevens – The Snow Man
The snow was endless, a heavy blanket on the outdoors; it had a way about it. A beauty. But I knew that, like many things, beauty could be deceiving.
Cambria Hebert – Whiteout
Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.
Sarah Addison Allen – The Sugar Queen