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“It is always easier to capture eternity in the falling snow or along the coast where the waves crash and in solitary and lonely places. It is the quiet places where it is easiest to feel eternity.”

Feels Fall Nature Buddhism Easier Quiet Lonely Eternity Wave Snow Capture Solitary Crash Coast Quiet Place Lonely Places

Author:Frederick Lenz

“Could've come like a mighty storm. With all the strength of a hurricane. You could've come like a forest fire with the power of Heaven in Your flame. But You came like a winter snow, quiet and soft and slow. Falling from the sky in the night to the earth below.”

Earth Night Fall Heaven Fire Sky Quiet Winter Storm Snow Forests Flames Hurricanes Winter Snow Forest Fires

Author:Chris Tomlin

“Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio says there's a foot of snow falling on Long Island. I really love snow and wish I could take a long walk in it right now.”

Writing Long Book Fall Wish Walks Nice Feet Right Now Quiet Radio Snow Islands Lazy Being Nice Long Island Long Walks Snow Falling

Author:Jack Kerouac

“Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow.”

Littles Rooms Sorrow Quiet Corners Snow Dirty

Author:Betty MacDonald

“On numerous visits to Manhattan, I have found myself poking around the city trying to find a moment of quiet and once located a hint of it in Central Park during a windless, late-night snowfall. There I stood absolutely still in the lemon glow of the city, a sky full of snow. The city still roared from all sides, a thousand noises compressed down to just one. I counted that distant, mild roar as quiet, a welcome relief from the more pressing noises of the daytime city.”

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Author:Craig Childs

“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide! There are a hundred places where I fear To go,--so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!”

Source: Millay: Poems

“My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.”

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Author:Dylan Thomas

“It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.”

Source: Trilogy; an experiment in multimedia

“I should like to be the landscape which I am contemplating, I should like this sky, this quiet water to think themselves within me, that it might be I whom they express in flesh and bone, and I remain at a distance. But it is also by this distance that the sky and the water exist before me. My contemplation is an excruciation only because it is also a joy. I can not appropriate the snow field where i slide. It remains foreign, forbidden, but I take delight in this very effort toward an impossible possession. I experience it as a triumph, not as a defeat.”

Source: The Ethics of Ambiguity

“The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.”

Firsts Hours White Quiet Winter Snow Sensations First Snow

Author:Erin Morgenstern