#snow

The song Dakota was first written in Paris. I was doing a promo trip. It was snowing and the hotel room was really cold and boring and for some reason I just had a go of the guitar and the song came pretty quick. ↗

— Kelly Jones

#came #cold #dakota #doing #first

The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only. ↗

— Joseph Wood Krutch

#composed #itself #lonely #one thing #only

I love extreme sports, I like snowboarding and motorcross and rollerblading and hockey. ↗

— Jeremy London

#extreme sports #hockey #i #i love #like

I gave three quiet cheers for Minnesota. In Seattle a dusty inch of anything white and chilly means the city lapses into full-on panic mode, as if each falling flake crashes to earth with its own individual baggie of used hypodermic needles. It’s ridiculous. ↗

— Cherie Priest

#snow #winter #humor

I love snowflakes simply for the reason that each one is unique; nonidentical to zillions of crystalized counterparts.  It's a difficult notion to wrap your brain around, and yet it reminds me that amidst the innumerable stories told throughout the ages, a distinctly new one rests on the tip of an author's pen. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#richelle #richelle-goodrich #snowflakes #stories #uniqueness

We are all flawed, my dear. Every one of us. And believe me, we've all made mistakes. You've just got to take a good hard look at yourself, change what needs to be changed, and move one, pet. ↗

— Lauren Myracle

#inspirational #lauren-myracle #let-it-snow #mistakes #change

Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky, it turns and turns to say Good-by! ↗

— Alexander Selkirk

#say #sky #snowflake #turns #whenever

I played a heap of snow in a school play. I was under a sheet, and crawled out when spring came. I often say I'll never reach the same artistic level again. ↗

— Stellan Skarsgard

#artistic #came #crawled #heap #i

I do not think the sunny youth of either will prove the forerunner of stormy age. I think it is deemed good that you two should live in peace and be happy - not as angels but as few are happy amongst mortals. Some lives are thus blessed: it is God's will: it is the attesting trace and lingering evidence of Eden. Other lives run from the first another course. Other travellers encounter weather fitful and gusty wild and variable - breast adverse winds are belated and overtaken by the early closing winter night. Neither can this happen without the sanction of God and I know that amidst His boundless works is somewhere stored the secret of this last fate's justice: I know that His treasures contain the proof as the promise of its mercy. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#lucy-snowe #paulina-bassompierre #providnece #villette #age

I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there's only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It's as if he's speaking the words again. "Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other." He's right. We did. The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#book #coin #collins #dead #end