“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”— Dylan Thomas, amazon.com
“The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?”— Lara Biyuts, goodreads.com
“The first fall of snow is not only an event but it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up to find yourself in another quite different … The very stealth, the eerie quietness, of the thing makes it more magical.”— J.B. Priestley, amazon.com
“A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”— Markus Zusak, amazon.com
“And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”— Franz Wright, awritersalchemy.blogspot.dk
“I wonder if rain is scared of falling if it has trouble letting go if snow flakes get sick of being perfect all the time each one trying to be one-of-a-kind.”— Naima Penniman, amazon.com
“[In Celan’s poetry] the offer of snow seems like an offer of relief – ‘the stillness is welcome,’ Gadamer says. In the end, the poem is [always] about the readiness for death.”— Gerald L. Bruns, amazon.com
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”— Lewis Carroll, amazon.com
“…the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.”— Anne Carson, amazon.com
“Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.”— Mary Oliver, poetryconnection.net
“Outside, snow had fallen thigh-deep in the night. Something was deeply soothing about so much untouched white.”— Lauren Groff, amazon.com
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”— Lewis Carroll, amazon.com