With every falling flake, a unique spark of interest falls from heaven.
There’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on.
The snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees, that one could easily imagine its reason for being nothing more than prettiness.
Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.
Kindness is like snow. It beautifies everything it covers.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels.
The first snow is like the first love.
Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity.
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Snowflakes are one of nature’s most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together.
When snow falls, nature listens.
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
I know now, I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.