Nostalgic Christmas Quotes & Sayings
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Top Nostalgic Christmas Quotes
Nothing is more dangerous than an idea when it is the only one you have. — Emile Chartier
The pessimist sees only the tunnel; the optimist sees the light at the end of the tunnel; the realist sees the tunnel and the light - and the next tunnel. — Sydney J. Harris
Time is a rigid, bonelike structure, extending infinitely ahead and behind, fossilizing the future as well as the past. — Alan Lightman
I have kleptomania. But when it gets bad, I take something for it. — Ken Dodd
Society feeds terror and is in turn terrorized; we are afraid to lose, so we consume. — Alejandro Jodorowsky
Basketball Rule #10
A loss is inevitable,
like snow in winter.
True champions
learn
to dance
through
the storm. — Kwame Alexander
It was Christmas night in the Castle of the Forest Sauvage, and all around length. It hung on the boughs of the forest trees in rounded lumps, even better than apple-blossom, and occasionally slid off the roofs of the village when it saw the chance of falling on some amusing character and giving pleasure to all. The boys made snowballs with it, but never put stones in them to hurt each other, and the dogs, when they were taken out to scombre, bit it and rolled in it, and looked surprised but delighted when they vanished into the bigger drifts. There was skating on the moat, which roared with the gliding bones which they used for skates, while hot chestnuts and spiced mead were served on the bank to all and sundry. The owls hooted. The cooks put out plenty of crumbs for the small birds. The villagers brought out their red mufflers. Sir Ector's face shone redder even than these. And reddest of all shone the cottage fires down the main street of an evening, — T.H. White
Yoko brought the walrus, there was magic in the air. — Ricky Nelson
Examine this statement: 'A woman cannot be a poet.' Dr Samuel Johnson (Englishman 1709-84 Occupation: Language Fixer and Big Mouth.) What then shall I give up? My poetry or my womanhood? — Jeanette Winterson