Thomas Haynes Bayly Quotes

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.

In the range of inorganic nature. I doubt if any object can be found more perfectly beautiful than a fresh, deep snowdrift, seen under warm light.

I am not sure that any sight or sound on earth is as exquisite as the hushed descent of a sky full of snow.

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.

Mermaids are just the most whimsical, mystical creatures of all time.

Snow is the beginning and the end of everything.

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire.

The snow reminded me of the beauty and mystery of creation, of the essential joy that is life.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

Snow is so beautiful, it doesn't have to be useful.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.

Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.

What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?

Snow is all right while it is snowing; it is like inebriation because it is very pleasing when it is coming, but very unpleasing when it is going.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

Willow nestled against him. He smoothed her long hair down the back of her T-shirt, feeling its softness. In a few moments she fell asleep again, her breathing warm and regular against his chest. Alex kissed her head, his arms tightening around her. As he drifted back to sleep himself, he saw a brief flash of the thousands of angels streaming in, but right then it seemed distant, almost unimportant. The only thing that mattered was that he was lying in a bed holding Willow, their bare legs entwined. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.