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“Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.”

Way Wells Might Today Fall Heaven Skins Snow Thrown Hush Heathen Chilly Snow Falling

Book:Poems, 1913-1956

Source: Poems, 1913-1956

“Snow-white moslem head-dress around a dead black face! Beautiful were your sand-papering words against our skins!”

Beautiful Faces Black White Skins Dresses Snow Sand Snow White Black Face

Author:Margaret Walker

“Since most of the action of the war actually happens off the page (offstage), I wanted to give the characters something they had to contend with on a daily basis, some sort of obstacle. Weather seemed to be the one great equalizer regardless of your station in life - when it snows, everyone is inconvenienced to a certain degree. Plus it's tactile, weather, it affects the skin.”

Giving War Character Happens Action Wanted Certain Degrees Pages Skins Bases Obstacles Snow Weather Stations Plus Equalizer Tactile

Author:Said Sayrafiezadeh

“Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.”

Way Home Bigs Today Fall Air Cold Skins Snow Feathers Moths Way Home Flakes

Book:Cat's Eye

Source: Cat's Eye

“My skin's too white." she said. Says who, Snow White?" he said, touching her cheek lightly with one hand.”

Said Hands White Skins Snow Touching Cheeks Snow White

Author:Regina Doman

“Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.”

Black White Blood Hair Red Skins Lips Snow Grimm

Book:Snow White and Other Fairy Tales

Source: Snow White and Other Fairy Tales

“The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.”

Made Eye Black Water Dark Color Window Skins Blue Glasses Surface Snow Ice His Eyes Clinging Will Herondale Dark Glasses

Book:Clockwork Angel

Source: Clockwork Angel

“He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.”

Source: Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)

“He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like...the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.”

Should Guy Given Sleep Fire Week Sea Skins Longing Warm Snow Familiar Rough Chests Comment Warmth Sheets Ache Craving Soap Harbors Blanket Lifting Homesickness Deja Vu Bare Skin Rough Seas

Author:Josh Lanyon

“It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive.”

Ifs World Body Light Fall Alive Moon Skins Your Body Snow Burning Pouring Brightness Suffocating Burning Inside

Author:Pablo Neruda

“The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.”

Two Light Form Sky Hair Promise Rain Skins Dresses Snow Find Me Dew Beam Two Of Us Moisture Beams Of Light

Author:Alyson Noel

“And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in”

Source: Dandelion Wine