There was a small boy of Quebec
Who was buried in snow to his neck
When they said, “Are you friz?”
He replied, “Yes, I is—
But we don’t call this cold in Quebec.”
—Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) British Children’s Books Writer, Short story, Novelist, Poet, Journalist
The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.
—Joseph Wood Krutch (1893–1970) American Writer, Critic, Naturalist
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977) Russian-born American Novelist
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
—Lord Byron (George Gordon Byron) (1788–1824) English Romantic Poet
Have you seen but a bright lily grow,
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall o’ the snow
Before the soil hath smutched it?
O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she!
—Ben Jonson (1572–1637) English Dramatist, Poet, Actor
Cold in the earth – and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
—Emily Bronte (1818–48) English Novelist, Poet
In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.
—Christina Rossetti (1830–94) English Poet, Hymn Writer
When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I’ll know I’m growing old.
—Lady Bird Johnson (1912–2007) First Lady of the United States, Conservationist
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
—John Dryden (1631–1700) English Poet, Literary Critic, Playwright
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.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–82) American Poet, Educator, Academic
From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow, and weep to see them melt.
—Walter Scott (1771–1832) Scottish Novelist, Poet, Playwright, Lawyer
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
—John Ruskin (1819–1900) English Writer, Art Critic
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
—Carl Reiner (1922–2020) American Actor, Comedian, Film Director
Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.
—Phyllis Diller (b.1917) American Actor, Comedian
Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–82) American Philosopher
The larger a man’s roof, the more snow it collects.
—Common Proverb
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and earth below,
Over the housetops, over the street,
Over the heads of the people you meet.
Dancing,
Flirting,
Skimming along.
—Thomas J. Watson, Sr. (1874–1956) American Business Executive
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616) British Playwright
Money is only congealed snow.
—Dorothy Parker (1893–1967) American Humorist, Journalist
The Eskimo has fifty-two names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
—Margaret Atwood (b.1939) Canadian Writer, Poet, Critic
Snow and adolescence are the only problems that disappear if you ignore them long enough.
—Earl Wilson (1907–87) American Broadway Gossip Columnist
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
—J. B. Priestley (1894–1984) English Novelist, Playwright, Critic
In the town of The Pas, Manitoba
It snows on the first of Octoba
From then, for six months,
It thaws only once
And never when I am quite soba.
—Anonymous
THE SNOW had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
—James Russell Lowell (1819–91) American Poet, Critic
No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.
—Stanislaw Jerzy Lec (1909–1966) Polish Aphorist, Poet
Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.
—Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889–1951) Austrian-born British Philosopher
Before you love, Learn to run through the snow Leaving no footprint
—Turkish Proverb
One Christmas was so much like another,…that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
—Dylan Thomas (1914–53) Welsh Poet, Author
Snowmen fall from heaven… unassembled.
—Anonymous
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955) American Poet
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