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snow
Rain, sleet, snow or strike, we'll get to work. Paul Jensen
snow world tables
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned. Boris Pasternak
snow
There's no snow and it's not -20 C, so it's actually pretty cool. Chris Proulx
snow important wheels
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
snow jon-snow not-afraid
Jon Snow: I'm not afraid to die. Mormont: Nor life, I hope. George R. R. Martin
snow want caves
I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever George R. R. Martin
snow asceticism bed
Everybody who does not live in a prostitute's bed and on a diet of cocaine snow is called an ascetic nowadays. George Bernard Shaw
snowflake
In life, no two days are the same for me. It's like a snowflake. Bethenny Frankel
snow cheerful
The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of! Henry David Thoreau
mountain way waste
The mountains of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use. In this, if in no other way, we can see the wild and reckless exuberance of our production, and waste seems to be the index. John Steinbeck
mountain sides kind
What kind of truth is this which is true on one side of a mountain and false on the other? Michel de Montaigne
mountain rays climbs
Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain... Jack Kerouac
mountain world pakistan
I used to climb mountains a lot; I decided to go to Pakistan to climb K2, the world's second-highest mountain. I didn't get quite to the top. Greg Mortenson
mountain height great-heights
Without great mountains we cannot reach great heights. Richard Paul Evans
mountain
I'm here in the mountains, in the foothills of the Catskills. Rick Danko
mountain smooth climbs
You can't climb a smooth mountain Zig Ziglar
mountain born
The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it. Friedrich Schiller
mountain vigor sun
How sickly grow, How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales That, circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope To feel, the genial vigor of the sun! John Armstrong