Snow White Quotes Novels & Stories

She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions. Now, snow, especially the first snow, always filled her with longing and reminders of a sad memory. A memory that was hers, but at the same time, wasn’t. Now the snow which was once her favorite thing ever just made her restless, miserable, and always clouded her with a shroud of deep sadness. Especially the first snow. Scarlett's lips lifted in a tiny grimace as she recalled a day she gave in to the pressure and cried. Though it would’ve been laughable to anyone, there was nothing remotely funny about it to her. Because she was someone with a connection to her past life.

I couldn't help but return his smile with one of mine; maybe not one as bright and beautiful looking as his, but either ways, a smile. "Hello! I'm Snow and I think you're very beautiful," I replied, automatically throwing in a compliment without even realising it. After getting nothing in reply, I glanced back up in Dylan's face to find him blushing a beautiful pink, a colour I've found annoying whenever it appears on my face, unlike Dylan's face, that colour red was made for his beautiful, feminine face.

She can only let the water flow flower drift, follow nature, what will happen will come, and do not want to force herself. This time Vivian Arnold climbed into the carriage, Tadhg Walter followed, looking down at Only Snow Wolf. "Let's go!" After saying that, he also sat in the carriage. At a little less Amore Mio Miller's eyes fell out, as if meeting a demon. She couldn't contain her excitement. "What are you doing? Don't joke, Only Snow Wolf master will come, I promise you all will die!" This is her sincere advice, do they know what Only Snow Wolf is or not, they don't know it, they have already provoked the nest of evil ants.

When the curtain opened, I begin pretending like I'm picking flowers and is talking to my bird friends. I kind of pity Snow White, since she's a loner who talks to birds and treats them as friends. But that's something we have in common since I'm also friends with 'animals'. This scene will be the attempted murder of the huntsman. Oh please, I would prefer if he did just killed Snow White now since she'll end up dead later because of her stupidity anyway. "I can't do it! I can't do it!" The Huntsman kneeled in front of me.

I muttered in a weak tone and frown. “Aiyyaa~ Mother, you can do it! Fighting!” Snow White cheered for me. Her small chiming voice made my hopes get high up. I smiled and started composing myself. Alright. Let’s do it. I let out a deep breath and I rolled up the sleeves of my uniform. I also mimicked how they cast a spell using a hand gesture. I concentrated and put all of my energy on it.

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."

Lena reached out and brushed some away, then murmured a familiar verse from an old poem: "If one day we could stand in the snow together, our hair turning white, this life would not have been in vain." Aaron raised a brow. “Do you know the next two lines?” Lena grinned. “Of course I do. Are you testing me?” "If white hair could be replaced by snow, there would be no sorrowful hearts in this world. If only you were by my side, who would need snow to turn our hair white?" Aaron scoffed lightly. “Standing in the snow together is nothing more than an excuse made by heartless men.”

Her voice was sharp, more statement than question. Zac leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a thrill through her. His strong hand curled around her exposed, delicate waist broad, firm, and warm; a touch so grounding it seemed to soothe the turmoil in her mind. “I’m damn serious, Snow White,” he murmured, his voice low and raw. “Seeing you smile like that with Nick… it broke something inside me. Please, don’t ever do that again. Not with Nick. Not with any man. Only me.”

I said. "Well, why?" He asked. "Because I just want to sleep the whole season. You?" "Well, I love Snow." That came out of his mouth quickly. I choked at his words... My eyes are widening. Did he just...he didn't, did he? No, No, No. It can't be. Snow...No, not me. He means the snow. "Oooh, haha," I laughed nervously. What am I thinking? That was awkward! "Yeah, snows are beautiful, especially since they are a secret weapon to throw to your enemy and all," I said nervously.

Just watching the fire consume everything into ashes. The crackling of wood and the sound of waves surrounded them as May finally turned to Stone and whispered, "Thank you, Stone." "You're welcome, Snow White."