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Christmas; magnificent snowflakes snowing in your hope.
Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.
Snowflakes were dancing outside Neva's window when she awakened Sunday morning. She watched them land on the glass, one second resembling minute delicate doilies and the next teardrops as they inside warmth reach through the glass and melted them.
The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.
I felt I was painting with a Popsicle.
Many of the snowflakes, he had told her, were tiny elves who kissed your face with icy lips before melting on your warm skin.
It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems.
Frost? What is frost' she demanded in glorious arrogance.
FIREFLAKES: The stars; as transitory as snowflakes only their transitoriness is protracted.
Ice melt when heatedbr>Eyes melts when hated
In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.
A snowflake is probably quite unconscious of forming a crystal, but what it does may be worth study even if we are willing to leave its inner mental processes alone.
I'm an ice sculptor. Last night I made a cube.
High in the hazy sky, the snowfkakes looked tiny and all alike, but as they drifted past the narrow window of the sewing room, all were unique - long or round or triangular - as if they'd borrowed their shapes from the clouds they'd come from.
Gingerbread houses
with gumdrops and peppermint
and marshmallow snow.
A heart of fire in a shell of ice.
Any idea why there is a giant penis made out of snow in our front yard?"
Instead of an answer, I was rewarded with a face full of graham cracker cereal and milk." - from Of Cheerleaders and Gingers
Snowflakes fell from the sky like tiny pieces of a snowman who had stood on a landmine.
Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,It turns and turns to say "Good-by!Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!"Then lightly travels on its way.
Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was
We gave each other wedding rings made of ice.
That sensation of things-falling-away. Once the ice begins to crack, it will happen swiftly. She
What a seaOf melting ice I walk on!
Rook asked, "Did you really stab him with an icicle?"
When she nodded, he said, "Please tell me you said FREEZE."
Richard Castle
Heat Rises
The flakes stuck in my eyelashes. They fell on my sleeves. Huge. Flowers and stars. They fell onto each other, held their shapes, became small piles of perfect asterisks and blooms tumbled together in their discrete geometries like children's blocks.
To appreciate the beauty of a snow flake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
Snowflakes are unique, just like fingerprints, which means there is nothing quite so unique in the universe as a snowman's fingerprints.
Of course, when poking the Winter prince,
one had to proceed with caution. There was a fine line
between irritation and having icicles hurled at your
face.
Somebody has been fuckin my watermelons.
The first snowball I froze was put in my mother's deep freeze when I was in my early 20s.
It is freezing fit to split a stone.
Snow's not good. It's just cold water gone wrong." "Mountains.
Iciness enshrouds my body - a foretaste of death's chill.
Ice melt when heated
Eyes melts when hated
Free the snow globes!
bowls of cornflakes,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Life cracked like ice!
Hey, Noah?"
"Yes?" he says sweetly.
"Why do you call me Snowflake?"
He steps closer and runs one finger along my cheek, making my skin tingle in its wake. "Because you're just like a snowflake. Beautiful and unique, and with one touch you'll be wet.
Snowflakes fascinate me ... Millions of them falling gently to the ground ... And they say that no two of them are alike! Each one completely different from all the others ... The last of the rugged individualists!
It's cold as balls in here!
Would you like a nice cold fish head? They're frozen solid: frozen head of fish, the eyeballs in there and the skeleton's coming out. It comes with a turnip and a spork." "I was wishing you had one of them left; wishing upon a star.
Ice cubes likely sell more alcohol for the distilling industry than attractive models in cheesecake poses. The inconspicuous ice cubes often hide the invisible sell - invisible, that is, to the conscious mind.
Gallimaufry of ices and trifles and toasts, supervised
Im a glacier in a sea of idiots
Smooth iceis paradisefor those who dance with expertise.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
If the world was an etch-a-sketch, glaciers are the big shake.
Some of the snowballs have a kind of animal energy. Not just because of the materials inside them, but in the way that they appear caged, captured.
Tangerine clam, and a professional desktop computer that suggested a Zen ice cube. Like bell-bottoms that turn up in the
Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.
The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.
O that I were a mockery king of snow
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke
To melt myself away in water drops!
Icy people often freeze themselves in order to hold in check a volcanic stew of disturbing and conflictual feelings. Emotional hibernation, if you will. Crack the ice and the stuff inside comes pouring out with all the discipline of molten lava.
Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice
I'm not a ice cream, i'm a human being
Sometimes, when the wind hits hard and icicles form on the sea cliffs, we can all come together - and at those times, we are at our best.
The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.
No snow flake ever falls in the wrong place
Graham Greene famously said that all writers need a chip of ice in their heart; Cusk can come across as the most beautiful ice palace of stalactites and stalagmites, and some people find her company, albeit by proxy, about as inviting as a long weekend in a walk-in frigidaire.
I'd kill for 'somewhat frosty.'
We had killed them all without firing a shot. I prayed for the snow to fall and bury them for ever. When the snow falls you can almost believe the world is clean again. Is every snowflake different? No one knows.
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.
my butt cheeks had frozen into two big chunks of ice.
He gave me an inside of ice so I'd never love you. But it didn't work. You are so close. You are the only warm thing to me. So warm, I am melting.
Your hard work and deadlines, and I'm snowballs and fun times
Snowball?"
It's white."
Meow."
It's so girly."
This from a guy who named his poodle Princess."
his laughter died. "How do you know about Princess?"
Your sister told me.
There is not one pink flower, or even fifty pink flowers, but hundreds. Snowflakes, of course, are the ultimate exercise in sheer creative glee. No two alike. This creator looks suspiciously like someone who just might send us support for our creative ventures.
A lot of snow out of one cloud, and it grows thicker.
Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth. Clearly,
...and the thick, sugary covering of the snow...
Watch out for the icy patch
Every writer must have a chip of ice in his heart.
Tightly held by rocks
Through winter, the ice today
Begins to come undone:
A way-seeker also is the water,
Melting, murmuring from the moss.
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old,
their beards of icicles and snow.
Steve and Paul had a special bond with ice-creams.
Meteorites fell through the night sky like a gentle sleet of icefire,
Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.
Frosties are just Cornflakes for people who can't face reality.
A solution to stop gang banging: SNOW!!
Fire to his ice, frost to her flame.
within the four walls of avalanches, I call out to Yeti.
Stomping my feet for warmth
on the snow
the snow eternal.
Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul. With a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say. He was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day.
What I love about Popsicle and the moments I can be with Camden is that their whole philosophy is family and these moments that it can create to just sit with my son, read a comic book or go outside on a hot day, take a swim and have a Popsicle treat with him.
Winter is not so dangerous. I need hardness, cold, rigidity; not this heaviness, as if I'm a melon on a stem, this liquid ripeness. The
In the morning when I wake I think of things I won't object then I let my mind create the snow ball effect.
strange, spiky pieces of
The greatest blizzards start with the finest snow.
The Eskimos live among ice all their lives but have no single word for ice.
No two snowflakes are alike ...
Hey. Sometimes life is a shit flavored Popsicle.
Ice is for death and endings.
[..] two Popsicles are talking to each other. One accuses, "You're more interested in fantasy than reality". The other responds, "I'm interested in the reality of my fantasy." Both of the Popsicles are melting of their sticks.
Two glasses of ice water--with ice.
I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. This morning I made 12, I was prolific.
Snowflakes make when they land on water, like the wail of a coyote; the sound reaches a climax and then fades away, all in about one
I'm a frosted lemon coward
Find time to admire and appreciate the glittering lights on snowflakes.