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
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
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
Don’t complain about the snow on your neighbor’s roof when your own doorstep is unclean.
—Confucius (551–479 BCE) Chinese Philosopher
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
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
These ‘messengers’ will not be hindered from accomplishing at their best speed the distance which they have to go, either by snow, or rain, or heat, or by the darkness of night.
—Herodotus (c.485–425 BCE) Ancient Greek Historian
Come, see the north-wind’s masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–82) American Philosopher
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
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977) Russian-born American Novelist
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
—A. E. Housman (1859–1936) English Poet, Classical Scholar
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
Before you love, Learn to run through the snow Leaving no footprint
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–82) American Philosopher
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 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.
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
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
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
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,
—Christina Rossetti (1830–94) English Poet, Hymn Writer
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
This is the Hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—
First—Chill—then Stupor—then the letting go—.
—Emily Dickinson (1830–86) American Poet
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.
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
Snow and adolescence are the only problems that disappear if you ignore them long enough.
—Earl Wilson (1907–87) American Broadway Gossip Columnist
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) English Poet, Dramatist, Essayist, Novelist
Snowflakes are some of nature’s most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they all stick together.
Snowmen fall from heaven… unassembled.
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