Quotes On Snow White Novels & Stories

"Force it down! Then toss her into the abyss! One swallow is all it takes for your lungs to seize. This time, no amount of luck will save you." "No! Please!" "Open her mouth!" the Queen hissed. Snow White struggled desperately, her arms flailing until the golden chalice was knocked aside, spilling the poison. Infuriated, the Queen lunged forward to strike her, but Snow White swung back, her palm connecting with the Queen’s cheek with a sharp slap!

“Maybe you can just let her know that you’re not against her, that you still love her and just want her to be better and move on, that’s all you may be able to do for her.” “Oh, Mars...my sweet little snow-white girl.” I pout, already feeling the mood getting lighter. “Now you’re just being mean, Richfield.” “Oh, am I? I was just complimenting you on your...uh, personality.” “Personality? When did snow white become a personality?” “Right now, Mars. I just added it to the list of personalities.” He grins and winks at me through the rearview mirror, and I roll my eyes with a small smile on my lips.

She lives by the saying, ”The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Her Majesty the Queen, being the fairest of them all, is like the real Snow White in this world. Her hair as black as ebony, her lips as red as blood and her skin as white as snow, the usual description of Snow White, the usual way that Snow White was viewed by the people. What makes Queen Violetta even better than Snow White was her eyes. Her eyes is black coloured, regular and yet when you stare at them, it felt like looking into the void--- getting sucked up and being twirled around in various waves and whirlwinds--- and at the same time, the void is also staring at you.

I could see him getting anxious and restless in anticipation. "You sure you want it?" I asked, my voice coming out deadly and sharper, laced with Snow's tone. He shook his head greedily. "Yes Aurora yes! Give it to me already!" His voice boomed. "Then take it!" And I let all the energy flow out of my hand straight at his chest. He welcomed it with his arms stretched out and started absorbing it, not knowing what I was actually doing. His figure started to glow with the white light as his feet lifted off the ground slowly. He laughed in victory, enjoying it.

“Your loyalty.” I set my mug down carefully on the stool, my hands trembling slightly. “I don't quite get you,” I mutter under my breath, somehow keeping my voice steady. She smiles, reaches for the small iron kettle the stool beside her and pours more tea into her mug. “Haven't you read about white wolves?” she asks after what feels like an heartbeat. “They say their loyalties are like petals of flower, when luck smiles on you and you get a chance, you shouldn't let it slip from your fingers.”

“You're delusional.” “Not if I'm Snow.” She topped with a savage smirk. -

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.

Then she set her on her knee and said : "Stop crying now, dear. You will make yourself ill if you go on like that" "But my snowman. He's melted. My lovely snowman. I took all morning building him". Her mom's face was very wise and sad. She said. "I'm afraid he's gone, honey. Perhaps you are too young yet to understand the meaning of these words, but listen. A wise man named Scott once said : We build statues of snow, and weep to see them melt. That is life, my dear".

******************************************************************************************* Zephyros "It is worse than you predicted it would be."Tymon said before emptying out the contents of his glass into the snowy fountain. The snow took on a pink shade before it cleansed itself of the pollution and turning back to its usual white. That never got old. I looked around the snow castle. I would never admit it to Tymon but i liked the place. I suspected he knew it too. We all were fond of getting comfortable with the things that were our exact opposites. Even after so many years,the patterns were the same.

He didn't just insult my movie. “What's there not to get?” I say with a scoff, rolling my eyes at him. “Well,” He seats up properly and pauses the movie playing on the screen. “Her first name is Snow white. Who the hell name their child Snow white? It's the dumbest princess name I've ever heard. Secondly, she moves with six short men and literally takes the role of an housewife.” He rants. “First, they are seven dwarfs not six and secondly, it's a disney classic.” I yawn, almost getting tired but I go back to watching the movie anyway. Suddenly his phone starts ringing and an annoyed look is plastered on his face.