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“In New York in 1915 I bought at a hardware store a snow shovel on which I wrote in advance of the broken arm .”

New York Broken Arms Stores Snow Titles Hardware Shovels

Book:Duchamp: Passim : a Marcel Duchamp Anthology

Source: Duchamp: Passim : a Marcel Duchamp Anthology

“Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind - But what? On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested - the snow is covered with broken seed husks and the wind tempered with a shrill piping of plenty.”

Age Dark Failing Tree Wind Broken Bird Seeds Snow Old Age Flight Plenty Covered Harsh Flocks Skimming Bare Trees

Author:William Carlos Williams

“Snow pursued by the wind is not wholly unlike a retreating army. In the open field it ranges itself in ranks and battalions; where it can get a foothold it makes a stand; where it can take cover it does so. You may see whole platoons of snow cowering behind a bit of broken wall.”

May Doe Whole Bits Behinds Fields Wind Broken Wall Army Snow Range Pursued Open Fields

Book:Can Such Things Be?

Source: Can Such Things Be?

“One of the most challenging ways is to slow down enough to relax our heart and feel what is nearest. It could be the sun reflecting off of broken glass in an alley. It could be the shine on a crow. It could be snow on a lamp post.”

Way Feels Heart Enough Challenges Sun Broken Shining Glasses Snow Posts Relax Slow Down Lamps Reflecting Crow Alleys Shine On Broken Glass

Author:Mark Nepo

“Some field days can be tough. I've worked inside fuel tanks with 3 foot ceilings, in -42 to +42 Celsius temperatures, in snow and smoke and hail, and I've dug through snow and ice and pavement to find legal evidence. I've worked clear through the night by headlamp, and I've flown in a rickety long-islander with propane tanks strapped into the other seats. I've jury-rigged missing equipment, broken into my own truck, and cut out an emergency helicopter pad with a machete. I've been hungry, cold, tired, lost, injured, and downright hopeless!”

“The dog writhing in the gutter, its back broken by a passing car, knows what it is to be alive. So too with the aged elk of the far north woods, slowly dying in the bitter cold of winter. The asphalt upon which the dog lies knows no pain. The snow upon which the elk has collapsed knows not the cold. But living beings do.”

Knows Pain Lying Alive Dying Dog Car Broken Cold Winter Woods Passing Snow Passings Bitter Gutters No Pain Asphalt Elk Bitter Cold

Author:George Greenstein

“At least 3,527 U.S. monthly records for heat, rain, and snow were broken in 2012. We can't let this continue unchecked, and we don't have to.”

Records Broken Rain Snow Heat Rain And Snow

Author:Frances Beinecke

“The landscape was snow and green ice on broken mountains. These weren't old mountains, worn down by time and weather and full of gentle ski slopes, but young, sulky, adolescent mountains. They held secret ravines and merciless crevices. One yodel out of place would attract, not the jolly echo of a lonely goatherd, but fifty tons of express-delivery snow.”

Young Secret Broken Mountain Lonely Green Snow Weather Ice Landscape Gentle Fifty Worn Echoes Delivery Skis Slopes Jolly Crevice Sulky

Book:Reaper Man: (Discworld Novel 11)

Source: Reaper Man: (Discworld Novel 11)

“We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds. For one breath everything feels better. Then it melts. The bus drivers rev their engines and the ice cloud shatters. Everyone shuffles forward. They don't know what just happened. They can't remember.”

“One thing," I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. "Maybe...don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas." "What?" he asked, all innocence, as he put an arm around my shoulders and led me back toward his house. "Don't your parents cheer and stare when you make out with someone? Is that weird where you come from? I guess they don't get to see it much, though. From jail, I mean." "Shut it, Weintraub. If I knock you down in the snow, these kids will swarm and eat you.”

Source: Let It Snow: Three Holiday Stories

“Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.”

Heart Two Pieces Broken Snow

Book:The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition

Source: The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition

“Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you?" Butters replied. "I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like asking for an ironically broken neck.”

Wells Kind Might Team Broken Red Asking Graves Snow Ice Idiot Shirts Necks Volunteer Mud Slippery Red Shirt

Author:Jim Butcher

“I believed that by fixing it down in words, I could force sense from all that had happened, that effect would follow cause, and the reason for each event come clear to me. But then I returned one day, to find all my careful scribing gone to fragments of vellum lying in a trampled yard with wet snow blowing over them. I sat my horse, looking down at them, and knew that, as it always would, the past had broken free of my effort to define and understand it. History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.”

Reason Lasts Past Lying Force Causes Effort Gone Clear Happened Effects Events Broken One Day Horse Breaths Careful Snow Fixed Sat Wet Yards Fragments Fixing Looking Down

Author:Robin Hobb

“Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.”

Source: A Storm of Swords: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Three