#snow

When I was growing up, we used to play basketball in a park that was never shoveled when it snowed. The basketball rims were never fixed. And we understood then that there was a relationship between public policy and our quality of life. ↗

— DeForest Soaries

#between #fixed #growing #growing up #i

The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life. Yet such things are a part of our life, neither the least noble nor the most terrible. ↗

— Frederick Soddy

#almost #belong #beyond #dazzling #feeling

It was, you know, probably 80 degrees out in L.A., and my dad took me outside and there was snow. At the time, I thought, 'Every kid doesn't have snow in their backyard on Christmas?' ↗

— Tori Spelling

#christmas #dad #degrees #every #i

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#again #beautiful #began #climb #dawn

Working exterior nights in Vancouver, when it's raining and snowing, is a little daunting, when you haven't slept. ↗

— Jeffrey Dean Morgan

#exterior #haven #little #nights #raining

I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. ↗

— Edward M. Purcell

#experiments #eyes #first #i #i remember

I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means. ↗

— Duke Kahanamoku

#know #means #never #seen #snow

Whatever the cause, I could not meet his sunshine with cloud. If this were my last moment with him, I would not waste it in forced, unnatural distance. I loved him well - too well not to smite out of my path even Jealousy herself, when she would have obstructed a kind farewell. A cordial word from his lips, or a gentle look from his eyes, would do me good, for all the span of life that remained to me; it would be comfort in the last strait of loneliness; I would take it - I would taste the elixir, and pride should not spill the cup. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#goodbyes #hurt #lucy-snowe #villette #jealousy

Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered. ↗

— Candace Bushnell

#hope #optimism #snow #winter #age

Something about her is so tempting to look at. Her anger has a childish aura as if she isn’t made of real evil; just a bratty princess playing with her toy fangs. ↗

— Cameron Jace

#princess #snow-white #anger