…there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not.
Carol Rifka BruntMots clés snow beautiful special tell-the-wolves-i-m-home june-elbus walking-on-snow
It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.
Jennifer FayeMots clés romance fiction christmas winter military snow cabin contemporary-romance soldier holiday reunion love-story harlequin ski-resort giveaway pennsylvania
Women differ like snowflakes.
Lara BiyutsMots clés life snow females-people
So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.
Clemence HousmanMots clés night winter snow running cold
I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep — great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth's magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.
Edward M. PurcellMots clés science rich beauty world delight wonder universe strange earth discovery snow awe senses nobel-laureate reward magnetic-field experiments protons
And the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it - a ghost of snow falling in the bright sunlight, softly and steadily floating and turning and pausing, soundlessly meeting the snow that covered, as with a transparent mirage, the bare bright cobbles. He loved it - he stood still and loved it. Its beauty was paralyzing - beyond all words, all experience, all dream. No fairy-story he had ever read could be compared with it - none had ever given him this extraordinary combination of ethereal loveliness with a something else, unnameable, which was just faintly and deliciously terrifying.
("Silent Snow, Secret Snow")
Mots clés beauty snow awe terror lovely snowing
It was gentler here, softer, its seethe the quietest of whispers, as if, in deference to a drawing room, it had quite deliberately put on its 'manners'; it kept itself out of sight, obliterated itself, but distinctly with an air of saying, 'Ah, but just wait! Wait till we are alone together! Then I will begin to tell you something new! Something white! something cold! something sleepy! something of cease, and peace, and the long bright curve of space! Tell them to go away. Banish them. Refuse to speak. Leave them, go upstairs to your room, turn out the light and get into bed - I will go with you, I will be waiting for you, I will tell you a better story than Little Kay of the Skates, or The Snow Ghost - I will surround your bed, I will close the windows, pile a deep drift against the door, so that none will ever again be able to enter. Speak to them!...' It seemed as if the little hissing voice came from a slow white spiral of falling flakes in the corner by the front window - but he could not be sure.
("Silent Snow, Secret Snow")
Mots clés secret obsession snow withdrawal
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