35 Snow Quotes To Inspire

There’s something magical about the quiet whisper of fresh snow blanketing the world in white. Whether you're an adventurer braving the cold or a cozy soul watching from inside, snow brings a unique blend of serenity and wonder. In this blog post, we've gathered a curated collection of the top 35 snow quotes to inspire and transport you to winter wonderlands, no matter where you are. Curl up with a warm drink, and let these words whisk you away into the enchanting beauty of snow-laden landscapes.

1. “With luck, it might even snow for us.” - Haruki Murakami

2. “I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.” - Nikki Giovanni

3. “The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.” - E.E. Cummings

4. “A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.” - Carl Reiner

5. “Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.” - Jean Webster

6. “This is an extra letter in the middle of the month because I'm rather lonely tonight. It's awfully stormy; the snow is beating against my tower. All the lights are out on the campus, but I drank black coffee and I can't go to sleep.I had a supper party this evening consisting of Sallie and Julia and Leonora Fenton - and sardines and toasted muffins and salad and fudge and coffee. Julia said she'd had a good time, but Sallie stayed to help wash the dishes.” - Jean Webster

7. “On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly eight inches high on the lampposts and the fences and the roofs. It was the sort of storm that rarely happened in Lexington, and the steady white flakes, the silence, filled him with a sense of excitement and peace. It was a moment when all the disparate shards of his life seemed to knit themselves together, every past sadness and disappointment, every anxious secret and uncertainty hidden now beneath the soft white layers. Tomorrow would be quiet, the world subdued and fragile, until the neighborhood children came out to break the stillness with their tracks and shouts and joy. He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low, drifted over paths. The world, for a few short hours, transformed.” - Kim Edwards

8. “I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.” - Rachel Cohn

9. “I gave three quiet cheers for Minnesota. In Seattle a dusty inch of anything white and chilly means the city lapses into full-on panic mode, as if each falling flake crashes to earth with its own individual baggie of used hypodermic needles. It’s ridiculous.” - Cherie Priest

10. “Un rideau de flocons blancs ininterrompu miroitait sans cesse en descendant vers la terre; il effaçait les formes, poudrait les choses d'une mousse de glace; et l'on n'entendait plus, dans le grand silence de la ville calme et ensevelie sous l'hiver, que ce froissement vague, innommable et flottant de la neige qui tombe, plutôt sensation que bruit , entremêlement d'atomes légers qui semblaient emplir l'espace, couvrir le monde.” - Guy de Maupassant

11. “The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.” - Gary D. Schmidt

12. “Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.” - Sarah Addison Allen

13. “When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff.” - Joseph Boyden

14. “Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.” - Charlie English

15. “Now everyone is prouder and poorer” - Orhan Pamuk

16. “His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.” - George R.R. Martin

17. “A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” - George R.R. Martin

18. “This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it.” - Sylvia Plath

19. “It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.” - Truman Capote

20. “Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.” - L.M. Montgomery

21. “The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.” - Maud Hart Lovelace

22. “It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.” - Maud Hart Lovelace

23. “A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don't think so; I think it is just going to go on and on, coming down, until the whole world...etc. It has that look.” - Edward Gorey

24. “I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath us. I kneel beside her and want desperately to weep. My throat tightens and my head aches. Everything hurts inside. But I have no way of releasing it. I’m locked up and hard as stone.“I’m sorry, Mamma,” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one, and set them over her, trying my best to protect her from the birds, the beasts, keep her safe as much as I can now. I pile the dark stones gently on her stomach, her arms, and over her face, until she becomes one with the mountain. I stand and study my work, feeling like the rocks are on me instead, then I leave the body for the forest and ice.” - Rachel A. Marks

25. “I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there's only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It's as if he's speaking the words again. "Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other."He's right. We did.The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead.” - Suzanne Collins

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

27. “And she imagined how things could be later. It was stupid, but the picture just appeared in her mind. Abel and Magnus shoveling snow together... in twenty years, in thirty. Magnus had grown old, his broad back still strong but bent from time, his hair nearly white at the temples. And Abel... Abel was a different Abel, an adult one, one who was absolutely self-confident and didn't let his eyes dart around the room at lunch, as if he were caught in trap. "Nonsense," she whispered. "Thirty years? You don't stay with the person you meet at seventeen... what kind of fairy tale are you living in, Anna Leemann?" And still the picture seemed right.” - Antonia Michaelis

28. “No, I'm from the South, remember? We get snow when we've done something to upset God, which we don't do very often.” - Autumn Jordon

29. “Snow is not a wolf in sheep's clothing - it is a tiger in lamb's clothing.” - Matthias Zdarsky

30. “The blizzard seemed to be dying down, and it was now possible to enjoy the sight of the buildings and embankments and bridges smothered in the diamond-dusted whiteness. There's always something soothing in the snow, thought Gabriel, a promise of happiness and absolution, of a new start on a clean sheet. Snow redesigned the streets with hints of another architecture, even more magnificent, more fanciful than it already was, all spires and pinnacles on pale palaces of pearl and opal. All that New Venice should have been reappeared through its partial disappearance. It was as if the city were dreaming about itself and crystallizing both that dream and the ethereal unreality of it. He wallowed in the impression, badly needing it right now, knowing it would not last as he hobbled nearer to his destination.” - Jean-Christophe Valtat

31. “one day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next worst thing to pure blizzardry, it was weather that wouldn't let you settle.” - E.L. Doctorow

32. “...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...” - John Geddes

33. “...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...” - John Geddes

34. “Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.” - Candace Bushnell

35. “I think a lot of snowflakes are alike...and I think a lot of people are alike too.” - Bret Easton Ellis