Snow White Quotes

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.

e.e. cummings

O Balder, he who fashiond us, And bade us live and move, Shall weave for Deaths sad heavenly hair Immortal flowers of love. Ah! never faild my servant Death, Wheneer I named his name, But at my bidding he hath flown As swift as frost or flame. Yea, as a sleuth-hound tracks a man, And finds his form, and springs, So hath he hunted down the gods As well as human things! Yet only thro the strength of Death A god shall fall or rise A thousand lie on the cold snows, Stone still, with marble eyes. But whosoeer shall conquer Death, Tho mortal man he be, Shall in his season rise again, And live, with thee, and me! And whosoeer loves mortals most Shall conquer Death the best, Yea, whosoeer grows beautiful Shall grow divinely blest. The white Christ raised his shining face To that still brightning sky. Only the beautiful shall abide, Only the base shall die!

Robert Williams Buchanan

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

Robert Seymour Bridges

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

The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows.

George William Curtis

Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it "white".

Bing Crosby

The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.

Unknown

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

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

Victor Hugo

But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river A moment whitethen melts forever.

Robert Burns

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