#snow

There's a rule in Hollywood: stay away from water and stay away from snow, and I had both. ↗

— Roland Emmerich

#both #had #hollywood #i #rule

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#beloved #faces #flowers #road #roads

Remember the rights of the savage, as we call him. Remember that the happiness of his humble home, remember that the sanctity of life in the hill villages of Afghanistan, among the winter snows, is as inviolable in the eye of Almighty God, as can be your own. ↗

— William E. Gladstone

#almighty #almighty god #among #call #eye

The road passed through a curtain of pine forest and came out on a flat, rolling snow field. In this field the sprawled or bunched bodies of Germans lay thick, like some dark shapeless vegetable. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#came #curtain #dark #field #flat

Who will you be when faced with the end? The end of a kingdom, The end of good men, Will you run? Will you hide? Or will you hunt down evil with a venomous pride? Rise to the ashes, Rise to the winter sky, Rise to the calling, Make heard the battle cry. Let it scream from the mountains From the forest to the chapel, Because death is a hungry mouth And you are the apple. So who will you be when faced with the end? When the vultures are circling And the shadows descend Will you cower? Or will you fight? Is your heart made of glass? Or a pure Snow White? ↗

— Lily Blake

#death

You know those little snow globes that you shake up? I always thought my brain was sort of like that. You know, where you just give it a shake and watch what comes out and shake it again. It's like that. ↗

— Gary Larson

#always #brain #comes #give #i

If I died snowboarding, you could honestly tell everybody in the world that Jeremy London died happy. ↗

— Jeremy London

#died #everybody #happy #honestly #i

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow. ↗

— Amy Lowell

#fire #hands #ice #like #snow

For the moment, the snow is quite wet and soft. If it was hard or icy, it would be a perfect downhill for my style, because I could fight even harder. ↗

— Hermann Maier

#could #downhill #even #fight #hard