Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from the orchard and the garden that the spring procession has begun to move.

Tongues wrangled dark at a man.
He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone.
In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone.

I always enjoyed the hearty society of a snowstorm.

There’s always another storm. It’s the way the world works. Snowstorms, rainstorms, windstorms, sandstorms, and firestorms. Some are fierce and others are small. You have to deal with each one separately, but you need to keep an eye on whats brewing for tomorrow.

The Northeast is being hit with a major snowstorm. Forecasters said they’ve haven‘t seen a whiteout like this since last week‘s Oscar nominations.

After a snowstorm is the best time to be in the woods, because all the empty beer and soda cans and candy wrappers disappear, and you don’t have to try as hard to be in another time. Plus there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on.

Few things are as democratic as a snowstorm.

Acting is like a snowstorm or perhaps a large empty vacuum. I`m not deluded by the fact that I’m getting all these offers for work, I’m very happy about it, but I know also that there is the other side and who knows, next year, they may not offer me anything. You never know.

A student undergoing a word association test was asked why a snowstorm put him in mind of sex. He replied frankly: “Because everything does.”

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom‘s family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car – it was the late sixties – and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

If a playwright tried to see eye to eye with everybody, he would get the worst case of strabismus since Hannibal lost an eye trying to count his nineteen elephants during a snowstorm while crossing the Alps.

Winter came and the city [Chicago] turned monochrome — black trees against gray sky above white earth. Night now fell in midafternoon, especially when the snowstorms rolled in, boundless prairie storms that set the sky close to the ground, the city lights reflected against the clouds