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Quotes About Snowflakes

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Steve Maraboli
“Perfectly Imperfect

We have all heard that no two snowflakes are alike. Each snowflake takes the perfect form for the maximum efficiency and effectiveness for its journey. And while the universal force of gravity gives them a shared destination, the expansive space in the air gives each snowflake the opportunity to take their own path. They are on the same journey, but each takes a different path.
Along this gravity-driven journey, some snowflakes collide and damage each other, some collide and join together, some are influenced by wind... there are so many transitions and changes that take place along the journey of the snowflake. But, no matter what the transition, the snowflake always finds itself perfectly shaped for its journey.
I find parallels in nature to be a beautiful reflection of grand orchestration. One of these parallels is of snowflakes and us. We, too, are all headed in the same direction. We are being driven by a universal force to the same destination. We are all individuals taking different journeys and along our journey, we sometimes bump into each other, we cross paths, we become altered... we take different physical forms. But at all times we too are 100% perfectly imperfect. At every given moment we are absolutely perfect for what is required for our journey. I’m not perfect for your journey and you’re not perfect for my journey, but I’m perfect for my journey and you’re perfect for your journey. We’re heading to the same place, we’re taking different routes, but we’re both exactly perfect the way we are.
Think of what understanding this great orchestration could mean for relationships. Imagine interacting with others knowing that they too each share this parallel with the snowflake. Like you, they are headed to the same place and no matter what they may appear like to you, they have taken the perfect form for their journey. How strong our relationships would be if we could see and respect that we are all perfectly imperfect for our journey.”
Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
John B. Tabb

Bret Easton Ellis
“I think a lot of snowflakes are alike...and I think a lot of people are alike too.”
Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

Neil Gaiman
“Lives are snowflakes - unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before, but as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection.)”
Neil Gaiman, American Gods

Richelle Mead
“You have no idea how cute you look with all those snowflakes in your hair,” he murmured.

“And you look cute with hypothermia. I hope to God you can get a real coat while you’re here.”
Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

Nichita Stănescu
“I will lose the habit of stars in the heavens, as frozen water loses the habit of snowflakes. I will take my frozen body, and give it to the young goats that they might graze it.”
Nichita Stănescu

Craig Ferguson
“I think people are as individual as snowflakes, they kinda look alike but no two are the exactly the same, and all classification is the root of prejudice.”
Craig Ferguson

Richelle E. Goodrich
“I love snowflakes simply for the reason that each one is unique; nonidentical to zillions of crystalized counterparts.  It's a difficult notion to wrap your brain around, and yet it reminds me that amidst the innumerable stories told throughout the ages, a distinctly new one rests on the tip of an author's pen.”
Richelle E. Goodrich

Mark Strand
“From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's all
There was to it.”
Mark Strand, Blizzard of One

Orhan Pamuk
“...the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.”
Orhan Pamuk, Snow

Debra Anastasia
“Ready?” he asked. He motioned for her to look to the sky.
She’d been on enough long walks with her father to know it was time to open her mind. Their times in nature usually held a secret surprise. It could be anything, really—a rainbow touching the snow or heart-shaped shade cast by a pair of trees. Anything. Today, the gift was being outside the second it started to snow.
“Ooh, Daddy! Look, it’s like a salt shaker!” She stuck her tongue out for the newborn snowflakes.
Blake followed her lead. Snow tasted sweeter with Emme around.”
Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

Shannon A. Thompson
“I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. It was as if happiness spread through your body with the cold, but then disappeared and brought depression, all in less then two seconds. It was unbelievable, and yet, addicting.”
Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow

“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“Layer upon layer of soft-packed snowflakes settled in near silence, forming a quilt of feathery ice crystals.”
Rebecca Nichols Alonzo, The Devil In Pew Number Seven

“Your content is a unique snowflake
Nobody’s channel is like yours. Now you can organise and present your videos and playlists to reflect your one-of-a-kind style.”
Google Youtube "One Channel" layout

Debra Anastasia
“Livia called out, "Slutenstien! I’m home."

"I’m up here, cock dribble,” Kyle replied.”
Debra Anastasia

Elizabeth Goudge
“The way God squandered Himself had always hurt her; and annoyed her too. The sky full of wings and only the shepherds awake. That golden voice speaking and only a few fishermen there to hear; and perhaps some of the words He spoke carried away on the wind or lost in the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat. A thousand blossoms shimmering over the orchard, each a world of wonder all to itself, and then the whole thing blown away on a southwest gale as though the delicate little worlds were of no value at all. Well, of all the spendthrifts, she would think and then pull herself up. It was not for her to criticize the ways of Almighty God; if He liked to go to all that trouble over the snowflakes, millions and millions of them, their intricate patterns too small to be seen by human eyes, and melting as soon as made, that was His affair and not hers. All she could do about it was to catch in her window, and save from entire waste, as much of the squandered beauty as she could.”
Elizabeth Goudge, The Rosemary Tree

“As white snowflakes fall quietly and thickly on a winter day, answers to prayer will settle down upon you at every step you take, even to your dying day. The story of your life will be the story of prayer and answers to prayer.”
Ole Hallesby

Jincy Willett
“Well, she had her own sorry self, her own story, the snowflake of her life, but even as a child she had been unimpressed by the breathless adult observation that no two of these were exactly alike. In the first place, she had thought, how does anybody know that? And in the second place, so what?”
Jincy Willett, Amy Falls Down

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