North Pole Quotes

“It’s like the North Pole had a love child with Hogwarts! I want to live here forever!”
― B.K. Borison, Lovelight Farms

“We found, before the hands of the dial had taught us the lapse of a week, that this would be something not to be endured. The sun sank lower every day behind the crags and silvery horns; the heavens grew to wear a hue of violet, almost black, and yet unbearably dazzling; as the notes of our voices fell upon the atmosphere they assumed a metallic tone, as if the air itself had become frozen from the beginning of the world and they tinkled against it; our sufferings had mounted in their intensity till they were too great to be resisted.”
― Harriet Prescott Spofford, The Moonstone Mass and Others

“In winter this town is freezing. You step out your door in the morning and the whole place looks like one of those nature specials in which a guy brings a camcorder to the North Pole and then the camera cuts out and you hear on the news that he got eaten by a bear”
― Flynn Meaney, The Boy Recession

“We had proceeded but a few days, coasting the crushing capes of rock that every where seemed to run out in a diablerie of tusks and horns to drive us from the region that they warded, now cruising through a runlet of blue water just wide enough for our keel, with silver reaches of frost stretching away into a ghastly horizon—now plunging upon tossing seas, tho sun wheeling round and round, and never sinking from the strange, weird sky above us, when again to our look-out a glimmer in the low horizon told its awful tale—a sort of smoky lustre like that which might ascend from an army of spirits—the fierce and fatal spirits tented on the terrible field of the ice-floe.”
― Harriet Prescott Spofford, The Moonstone Mass and Others

“Meet Me In Toyland by Stewart Stafford

Santa handed me the keys to Toyland,
And, placing them squarely in the palm of my hand,
He bid me go and have lots of fun,
With all kinds of everyone.

I skipped across the gingerbread bridge,
Yuletide coffee flowing down from the ridge,
To a Christmas tree consisting of mint,
Lit all around by falling star glint.

At the frosting gates of Castle St Nicholas,
Silver snake tinsel began to hiss,
As polar bears to a clockwork orchestra danced,
With elves as their partners gleefully entranced.

Multitudes of children whooped and cheered,
Forgetting all their doubts and fears,
Celebrating their gifts of toys,
With every kind of girl and boy.

Alas, our midwinter joy came to an end,
And I tearfully bid adieu to all my new friends,
And took a shooting star comet home,
Across the Northern Lights in the sky’s dome.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I used to figure that Santa was the zombie. Not like modern zombies, more like the voodoo ones. The elves resurrect this long dead saint to do their festive bidding every year because they were magically restricted to the North Pole. It’s entirely possibly my mom let me watch too many horror movies.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Flies to Wanton Boys

“This place is just like the North Pole, except it smells like mushrooms and everyone looks like they want to hurt me." Buddy the Elf”
― Buddy The Elf, Santa's Ultimate Recipes

“Det siunes at Verdens bortliggende Kandt,
Vil have sig noget forvaret iblandt,
Naturen er icke forbunden
Til een eller annen besynderlig Tract,
Gud haver og noget ved Polen nedlagt,
Hvorved er Fornøyelse funden.”
― Petter Dass, The Trumpet of Nordland

“It's like sneaking into heaven through the back door."

On entering Norway after flying across the Arctic Ocean in an aging Russian Biplane”
― Robert Mads Anderson, Antonovs over the Arctic : Flying to the North Pole in Russian Biplanes