Simon Snow Quotes

What you are is a fucking tragedy, Simon Snow. You literally couldn't be a bigger mess."
He tries to kiss me, but I pull back- "And you like that?"
"I love it." He says
"Why?"
"Because we match. ~ Rainbow Rowell

What do you want from me, Snow?"
"Nothing," he says. And he means it, the actual bastard. ~ Rainbow Rowell

We're cool and mysterious and better-looking than any couple has a right to be. ~ Rainbow Rowell

And I do not have a weird thing with Simon Snow,' Cath said. 'I'm just really active in the fandom.'
'What the f**ck is a fandom'
'You wouldn't understand,' Cath sighed ~ Rainbow Rowell

He also says I tried to throw him down a flight of stairs that year. Really, we were fighting at the top of the staircase, and I got in a lucky punch that sent him flying. Then, when my aunt Fiona asked me if I'd pushed Simon Snow down a flight of stairs, I said, "Fuck yes I did. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Is it too much?"
"No. It's like you completed the circuit," I say, gripping his other hand. "I feel kind of drunk, though."
"Drunk on power?" he asks.
I giggle. "Shit, Snow. Stop talking. This is embarrassing. ~ Rainbow Rowell

I don't think you're supposed to raise it while you're driving," I say.
"But they always do it in music videos" - he yanks at the other side - "and Bond films. ~ Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

Simon," I say, and swallow again, "you're being idiotic."
"Because I like this better than fighting?"
"There is no 'this'!" I protest.
"You slept in my arms," he says.
"Fitfully. ~ Rainbow Rowell

He's still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. "I'm not the Chosen One," he says.
I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you," I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Baz arched an elegant brow. Are you going to snog the Humdrum-is that your plan? Because he's eleven. And he looks just like you. That's both vain and deviant, Snow, even for you. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Snow's table manners are atrocious - it's like watching a wild dog eat. A wild dog you'd like to slip the tongue. ~ Rainbow Rowell

He's pushing me, so I push him back.
His cross is rattling in my tongue and jaw. His pulse is beating in my throat. And his mouth is killing everything I'm trying to think.
Simon Snow. ~ Rainbow Rowell

The way you were before… Simon Snow, there wasn't a day when I believed we'd both live through it."
"Though what?"
"Life. You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I'd wake up every morning and think, 'This will end in flames. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Tall. Black hair swept back from his forehead. Lips curled up in a sneer... I know that face as well as my own. ~ Rainbow Rowell

As far as Reagan was concerned, Cath was already problematically weird. "It's bad enough that you have homemade Simon Snow posters," Reagan had said last night while she was getting ready for bed. "Do you have to have gay homemade Simon Snow posters?"
Cath had looked up at the drawing over her desk of Simon and Baz holding hands. "Leave them alone," she said. "They're in love. ~ Rainbow Rowell

And I don't have a weird thing with Simon Snow," Cath said. "I'm just really active in the fandom." "What the fuck is 'the fandom'?" "You wouldn't understand, ~ Anonymous

Simon takes my elbow. "Ride with me," he says, looking at the place where his hand is touching my arm. "There are stars. ~ Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

You know," he said, "I keep wanting to say that it's like Simon Snow threw up in here ... but it's more like someone else ate Simon Snow - like somebody went to an all-you-care-to-eat Simon Snow buffet - and then threw up in here. ~ Rainbow Rowell

He really does look perfect. Whatever strange look he's going for - Gothic pop star - it works for him. ~ Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

Baz is standing in front of a full-length mirror, wearing - I swear to Merlin - a flowered suit. ~ Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

Go on, then," he says. "Carry on, Simon. ~ Rainbow Rowell

You're so alive, Simon Snow. You got my share of it. ~ Rainbow Rowell

I tought I looked cool behind the wheel, I wasn't prepared for Baz. I wouldn't be able to look away from him, if there wasn't so much else to take in. ~ Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

Loving Simon isn't something one does alone or once a year at a convention - for thousands of fans of all ages, loving Simon Snow is nothing less than a lifestyle. ~ Rainbow Rowell

I'm so full of power, I feel like I can see without opening my eyes. Like I could go nova if I wanted to and have my own galaxy. Is this what it's like to be Simon Snow? To have infinity in your chest pocket? ~ Rainbow Rowell

Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you're this happy.
And it hurts to look at you when you're
depressed.
There's no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn't tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Simon Snow is still going to die kissing me.
Just not today. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Baz is touching me, and it's good. (Touching Baz is always good; it'd be easier if I could just touch him all the time. And kiss him. And not have to be kissed.) ~ Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

But he's the most familiar thing in this house, and I fall asleep better, listening to Baz breathe, than I have since winter break started. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Carry on, Simon. ~ Rainbow Rowell

What do you know about Simon Snow?" she asked. He shrugged. "Everybody knows about Simon Snow." "You've read the books?" "I've seen the movies." Cath rolled her eyes so hard, it hurt. ~ Rainbow Rowell

No, I know," Levi said. "But it's not you. You don't push through every moment. You pay attention. You take everything in. I like that about you - I like that better."
Cath closed her eyes and felt tears catch on her cheeks.
"I like your glasses," he said. "I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don't smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me. ... Cather." He kissed her mouth. "Look at me."
She did.
"I choose you over everyone. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Come on, Snow. Let's see America. ~ Rainbow Rowell

I'm going to die kissing Simon Snow ~ Rainbow Rowell

Everybody drinks," she said calmly. The Only Rational One.
"Your sister doesn't."
When rolled her eyes. "Forgive me, but I'm not going to spend my college years sitting soberly in my dorm room, writing about gay magicians."
"Objection," Cath said, reaching for a burrito. ~ Rainbow Rowell

It's Baz they're checking out, not me. He's got to be scared, or at least nervous, but he doesn't look it. I swear he gets less ruffled the more that he's threatened. (When I'm the one threatening him, that's infuriating. But it's kind of cool now.) ~ Rainbow Rowell

I bet you both are familiar with the purpose of a blast door and what it does to laser rounds? If I fire a laser round in here on an angle and then close this door that sucker is going to bounce around in there with you. Might even go through you a few times, make some holes. It's called fire-boarding by pirates and slavers, they use it to torture their victims. Sometimes they actually bet on how long a man will survive. I heard rumor the longest was about a day and a half for one fellow before the round finally ripped through his heart and finished him off. The cold helps keep the blood thick so you don't bleed out as fast. I'm willing to bet if I adjust this blaster a bit I can get it so you live longer than that. Nice radiation burns, loss of a few appendages, and who knows? Maybe you'll get a lucky bounce that will hit you in the heart or the head or maybe you'll just be praying that that next bounce is the one that will end it all. So who wants to avoid all that unpleasantness and tell me where my Sergeant is being taken?" - Reilly Campbell ~ J.J. Snow

In the US, what passes for Christianity - and it is, to say the least, a highly perverse, possessive individualist and capitalist version of what I would see as Christ's messianic ethical communism, to say the least - is a new civil religion, a civil religion of freedom. ~ Simon Critchley

Greed has increasingly become a virtue among Wall Street bankers and corporate CEOs in the U.S. Nowhere else in the world do CEOs insist on receiving compensation as high compared to what their employees earn. ~ Simon Mainwaring

It's hard, really, to make any physical movement that hasn't been done in another film. If you grab someone's hand, it doesn't mean you're referencing other films with grabbing hands. ~ Simon Pegg

In Washington, the first thing people tell you is what their job is. In Los Angeles you learn their star sign. In Houston you're told how rich they are. And in New York they tell you what their rent is. ~ Simon Hoggart

It takes me a while to drag him out, he's got himself stuck to the axle, and by the time I am done and stand over the body something strange has started to happen. The alley's filled with a half-dozen cats, runty little things with their ribs showing and their tails worn high like they're pointing to the moon. I stand there, breathing froth into the snowflakes and watch them gather round me, soft kitty paws, and now and then a patrol car rolls past in the distance. The cats are circling us, tails cocked at the moon, their muzzles bloodied by the tail lights' glow. They are vicious bastards, let me tell you: frost on their whiskers, eyes like cut glass, a half-dozen pairs, on me and the dead man. And then they start licking. Licking at the snow I mean, the blood in the snow, they lap it up like mother's milk. And all the while from their throats, from their whole bodies, there issues this sound, you hear it with your skin, it's like an engine running under your palm. That's when I realize they are purring, man, purring as they feed on the midget's death. ~ Dan Vyleta

And as he walked through the snow his footsteps disappeared behind him. He felt at that moment that he was coming from nowhere and going nowhere, that life isn't a dream or a fantasy, it is a long trudge through falling snow. ~ Chloe Thurlow

She wasn't broken.
She was made up of a thousand tiny little cracks.
She was always trying to keep herself glued together.
But it was hard, she felt too much.
No matter what she did, her emotions seeped through,
sometimes in drips, other times in floods,
She felt everything,
the heaviness of the clouds right before rain,
the rush of the subway cars as they left the station,
the feeling of goodbye as she watched someone walk away,
wondering if it was the last time she would see them,
the feeling of a kiss lingering on her cheek for hours.
She felt the loneliness of the sun as it hung in the sky,
shedding light on the day,
without companion.

And she longed to give as much as the sun.
If she could brighten someone's day,
bestow warmth were there was cold,
make someone smile, give someone hope,
then for a minute, an hour, maybe even a day,
the cracks would fill with love
and the pain would become only a voice,
reminding her that her pain was important.
She knew how fragile life was, how hard,
and how precious.

She wanted to feel it all. ~ Jacqueline Simon Gunn

And while you was bangin on tables, I was bangin Snow White. ~ PMD

There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling. ~ Erich Segal

I'm making a lot of money. I should be paying a lot more taxes. I'm not paying taxes at a rate that is even close to what people were paying under Eisenhower. Do people think America wasn't ascendant and wasn't an upwardly mobile society under Eisenhower in the '50s? Nobody was looking at the country then and thinking to themselves, "We're taxing ourselves into oblivion." Yet there isn't a politician with balls enough to tell that truth because the whole system has been muddied by the rich. It's been purchased. ~ David Simon

I had always been led to believe that ageing was a slow and gradual process, the creep of a glacier. Now I realise that it happens in a rush, like snow falling off a roof. ~ David Nicholls

Ascent To The Sierras

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Ascent To The Sierras



Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising
Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers
to little humps and
barrows, low aimless ridges,
A sudden violence of rock crowns them. The crowded
orchards end, they
have come to a stone knife;
The farms are finished; the sudden foot of the
slerra. Hill over hill,
snow-ridge beyond mountain gather
The blue air of their height about them.

Here at the foot of the pass
The fierce clans of the mountain you'd think for
thousands of years,
Men with harsh mouths and eyes like the eagles' hunger,
Have gathered among these rocks at the dead hour
Of the morning star and the stars waning
To raid the plain and at moonrise returning driven
Their scared booty to the highlands, the tossing horns
And glazed eyes in the light of torches. The men have
looked back
Standing above these rock-heads to bark laughter
At the burning granaries and the farms and the town
That sow the dark flat land with terrible rubies...
lighting the dead...
It is not true: from this land
The curse was lifted; the highlands have kept peace
with ~ Robinson Jeffers

Kyle is a werewolf?"asked Simon
"Of course he's a werewolf,you moron"said Jace ~ Cassandra Clare

From the days of the Founding Fathers, right to this (2008) election, how and where America fights to defend its freedom, has been the ultimate question in its politics. The one that triggers rage and sorrow; the one that asks is the price of blood too dear? Or, if it is to stay true to its convictions, does America have no coice but to put its lives on the line? ~ Simon Schama

In Snow Country, Yasunari Kawabata, the first of Japan's two Nobel laureates, describes the sad and sorry love affair of a geisha from the country and an intellectual from the city. It's ~ Nancy Pearl

He kicked me out,okay?"
"How can a guy who only has one good leg to stand on kick you out?"
"He doesn't want me around."
"I find that hard to believe, Katie."
"Yeah,well,he threw snow at me and told me to leave."
She looked astounded.As well she should be.
"Where did he get snow?" she asked.
Okay,I'd obviously misread the reason for her astonishment.It wasn't that he'd thrown snow at me,but that he'd had snow to throw. ~ Rachel Hawthorne

And she said 'Losing love is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody feels the wind blow.' ~ Paul Simon

Our struggles are the short term lessons we learn to achieve long term success. ~ Simon Sinek

Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder
no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered. ~ Candace Bushnell

A long time back, she thought, I dreamed a dream, and was enjoying it so much when someone wakened me, and that day I was born. And now? Now, let me see ... She cast her mind back. Where was I? she thought. Ninety years ... how to take up the thread and the pattern of that lost dream again? She put out a small hand. There ... yes, that was it. She smiled. Deeper in the warm snow hill she turned her head upon her pillow. That was better. Now, yes, now she saw it shaping in her mind quietly, and with a serenity like a sea moving along an endless and self-refreshing shore. Now she let the old dream touch and lift her from the snow and drift her above the scarce-remembered bed. ~ Ray Bradbury

I do a lot of American plays. I've done a lot of Arthur Miller, Tennessee Williams and Neil Simon. I was in 'Sisters Rosensweig,' 'Six Degrees of Separation,' all of that stuff. So we're very familiar with America. I did 400 performances of 'Born Yesterday.' I did 700 performances of 'They're Playing Our Song.' ~ Jacki Weaver

Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together. ~ Vesta M. Kelly

Very tight.
Very leather. ~ Cassandra Clare

He looked down at the street, and the unbroken whiteness, and watched his foot touch the snow and listened to the slight crunching sound as he stepped forward. He looked back at his footprints. They were fascinating. He had been the only one to walk along this street today. There wasn't even the mark of a dog or squirrel, or the scratch of a bird. He continued through the soft, silent snow, a feeling of peace starting to flow through him, helping make his step lighter and easier. ~ Hubert Selby, Jr.

If someone were to have pressed a sheet of glass down over the top of Alliance, Nebraska, in winter, it would have resembled an ant farm. Everything was a tunnel eaten neatly, carefully into the snow. The tunnel of the streets branching into the narrower tunnels of driveways and carved-out sidewalks. The snow banked over cars, lawn furniture, porches, like frozen animal carcasses stored for future need. ~ Ann Patchett

Follow your inclination. It will take you to the thoughts you'd never known you'd had. ~ Rachel Simon

I am very much in love with something;
What it may be I can't remember;
It will come to me.
That was a roundabout drive in the snow,
Owing to my erratic sense of direction! ~ Christopher Fry

At the end of the night awaits the white morning: showered in sunlight. ~ Gerrit Achterberg

Please remember the hundreds of tiny empty stomachs in our communities. Winter is a tough time for birds and other small creatures as food can become buried beneath snow or frozen ground. Scatter seeds in your yard, nearby parks. ~ Alex Pacheco

This is what we've been waiting for: finally, an unprecedented critical analysis of the history of Dutch design. Mienke Simon Thomas's Dutch Design is a book to have and to read: an important and richly detailed study of the cultural, economical and social-political context of twentieth-century design in the Netherlands. ~ Wim Crouwel

Cement doesn't give as much as snow. ~ Shaun White

Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is as if they line a grand parade route for our passage. Their black feathers are stark as soot against the white road and the snow. They stab at the ground with their strange bare bills and gray unfeathered faces. The birds are like rough-edged black stones on a string around this stripped cold neck of road. The old books tell us rooks bring the virtuous dead to heaven's gate. ~ Ned Hayes

The way Conway Morris goes about biting the hand that once fed him would make a shoal of piranha seem decorous. ~ Simon Conway Morris

Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine. Jiggling your knees blankeyed in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain. ~ Allen Ginsberg

My boss at Christmas was a lot of fun: "I want you to look in your pay envelopes and you'll know that I keep the Christmas spirit around here. Because in each and every envelope you'll find ... snow." ~ David Ketchum

You know it's important to have a Jeep in Los Angeles. That front wheel drive is crucial when it starts to snow on Rodeo Drive. ~ Christopher Guest

Rain in a foreign city is different from rain in a place you know. I can't explain this, while snow is the same everywhere. ~ Anne Michaels

Good," Simon said. "If you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood."
"It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knuckles where blood had seeped through. ~ Cassandra Clare

I have to seek God beauty. Because isn't my internal circuitry wired to seek out something worthy of worship? . True Beauty worship, worship of Creator Beauty Himself. God is present in all moments, but I do not deify the wind in the pines, the snow falling on the hemlocks, the moon over harvested wheat. Pantheism, seeing the natural world as divine, is a very different thing than seeing divine God present in all things . Nature is not God but God revealing the weight of Himself, all His glory, through the looking glass of nature. ~ Ann Voskamp