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  • #1
    Laura Ingalls Wilder
    “Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.”
    Laura Ingalls Wilder

  • #2
    Ernest Hemingway
    “If my Valentine you won't be,
    I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.”
    Ernest Hemingway, 88 Poems

  • #3
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays. When I was tiny we would by a real tree and stay up late drinking hot chocolate and finding just the right place for the special decorations. It seems like my parents gave up the magic when I figured out the Santa lie. Maybe I shouldn't have told them I knew where the presents really came from. It broke their hearts.

    I bet they'd be divorced by now if I hadn't been born. I'm sure I was a huge disappointment. I'm not pretty or smart or athletic. I'm just like them- an ordinary drone dressed in secrets and lies. I can't believe we have to keep playacting till I graduate. It's a shame we just can't admit that we have failed at family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives. Merry Christmas.”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

  • #4
    Richard Paul Evans
    “The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood”
    Richard Paul Evans, The Christmas Box

  • #5
    Bob Hope
    “When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness.”
    Bob Hope

  • #6
    Calvin Coolidge
    “Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.”
    Calvin Coolidge

  • #7
    “Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we're here for something else besides ourselves.”
    Eric Severeid

  • #8
    Bess Streeter Aldrich
    “Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.”
    Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years

  • #9
    Washington Irving
    “Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. ”
    Washington Irving

  • #10
    Dale Evans Rogers
    “Christmas, my child, is love in action.”
    Dale Evans Rogers

  • #11
    Marjorie Holmes
    “It comes every year and will go on forever. And along with Christmas belong the keepsakes and the customs. Those humble, everyday things a mother clings to, and ponders, like Mary in the secret spaces of her heart.”
    Marjorie Holmes

  • #12
    Abraham Joshua Heschel
    “People of our time are losing the power of celebration. Instead of celebrating we seek to be amused or entertained. Celebration is an active state, an act of expressing reverence or appreciation. To be entertained is a passive state--it is to receive pleasure afforded by an amusing act or a spectacle.... Celebration is a confrontation, giving attention to the transcendent meaning of one's actions.
    Source: The Wisdom of Heschel”
    Abraham Joshua Heschel

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    Amit Kalantri
    “A birth-date is a reminder to celebrate the life as well as to update the life.”
    Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

  • #15
    Anne Carson
    “Come here, let me share a bit of wisdom with you.
    Have you given much thought to our mortal condition?
    Probably not. Why would you? Well, listen.
    All mortals owe a debt to death.
    There's no one alive
    who can say if he will be tomorrow.
    Our fate moves invisibly! A mystery.
    No one can teach it, no one can grasp it.
    Accept this! Cheer up! Have a drink!
    But don't forget Aphrodite--that's one sweet goddess.
    You can let the rest go. Am I making sense?
    I think so. How about a drink.
    Put on a garland. I'm sure
    the happy splash of wine will cure your mood.
    We're all mortal you know. Think mortal.
    Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life,
    it's just catastrophe.
    Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

  • #16
    Anya Seton
    “Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.”
    Anya Seton, Dragonwyck

  • #17
    Nikki Rowe
    “I am an artist, my hair is rarely tamed & sometimes I sleep till noon,
    My house is messy and I speak to the moon.
    I care less about the materials that I share with my world and more about the passion inside myself.
    Im an artist, what more can you expect?
    i am full of soul, love and all the rest.”
    Nikki Rowe

  • #18
    Fiona Thrust
    “I love being aroused.

    I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again.

    It’s like I’m being made new.”
    Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

  • #19
    Anaïs Nin
    “Does she know I feel immobile and fixed, lost in her?”
    Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

  • #20
    “...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...”
    John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

  • #21
    “It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we’d go out “tree hunting.” That’s what she called it, anyway. I think other people might use the word “trespassing.”
    Jenny Han, Fire with Fire

  • #22
    Heather    Graham
    “There are angels on the tree?”
    “Ah, because we all pray there are really angels watching over us, don’t we?”
    Heather Graham, Home in Time for Christmas

  • #23
    “Christmas is Christ-love.”
    Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

  • #24
    T.S. Eliot
    “For last year's words belong to last year's language
    And next year's words await another voice.”
    T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

  • #25
    “He stopped breathing, literally stopped breathing for several seconds. His brain had
    stopped working as soon as she had unzipped his jeans. His heart was going into
    overdrive because somewhere in the last few minutes, it had forgotten how to beat in
    regular intervals. And now his lungs were giving in, blatantly refusing to take in any
    air. It was like every organ was confused and electrified by the sensations pounding
    through his body; like they were all shouting: “Hey, what’s going on down there,
    Penis?”
    But Penis was too wrapped up in Danny’s mouth to respond so they all just continued
    to malfunction.”
    Jacqueline Francis - Wanting to Remember, Trying to Forget

  • #26
    John Shelton Jones
    “Ultimately, a woman’s nature loves the desire to be desired, a passionate and uncontrollable desire. Sometimes it comes with a sacrifice or greater investment than usual.”
    John Shelton Jones, Awakening Kings and Princes Volume I

  • #27
    “To this day when I inhale a light scent of Wrangler—its sweet sharpness—or the stronger, darker scent of Musk, I return to those hours and it ceases to be just cologne that I take in but the very scent of age, of youth at its most beautiful peak. It bears the memory of possibility, of unknown forests, unchartered territories, and a heart light and skipping, hell-bent as the captain of any of the three ships, determined at all costs to prevail to the new world. Turning back was no option. Whatever the gales, whatever the emaciation, whatever the casualty to self, onward I kept my course. My heart felt the magnetism of its own compass guiding me on—its direction constant and sure. There was no other way through. I feel it again as once it had been, before it was broken-in; its strength and resolute ardency. The years of solitude were nothing compared to what lay ahead. In sailing for the horizon that part of my life had been sealed up, a gentle eddy, a trough of gentle waves diminishing further, receding away. Whatever loneliness and
    pain went with the years between the ages of 14 and 20, was closed, irretrievable—I was already cast in form and direction in a certain course.

    When I open the little bottle of eau de toilette five hundred different days unfold within me, conversations so strained, breaking slowly, so painstakingly, to a comfortable place. A place so warm and inviting after the years of silence and introspect, of hiding.

    A place in the sun that would burn me alive before I let it cast a shadow on me. Until that time I had not known, I had not been conscious of my loneliness. Yes, I had been taciturn in school, alone, I had set myself apart when others tried to engage. But though I was alone, I had not felt the pangs of loneliness. It had not burdened or tormented as such when I first felt the clear tang of its opposite in the form of another’s company. Of Regn’s company. We came, each in our own way, in our own need—listening, wanting, tentatively, as though we came upon each other from the side in spite of having seen each other head on for two years. It was a gradual advance, much again like a vessel waiting for its sails to catch wind, grasping hold of the ropes and learning much too quickly, all at once, how to move in a certain direction. There was no practicing. It was everything and all—for the first and last time. Everything had to be right, whether it was or not. The waters were beautiful, the work harder than anything in my life, but the very glimpse of any tempest of defeat was never in my line of vision. I’d never failed at anything. And though this may sound quite an exaggeration, I tell you earnestly, it is true. Everything to this point I’d ever set my mind to, I’d achieved. But this wasn’t about conquering some land, nor had any of my other desires ever been about proving something. It just had to be—I could not break, could not turn or retract once I’d committed myself to my course. You cannot force a clock to run backwards when it is made to persevere always, and ever, forward. Had I not been so young I’d never have had the courage to love her.”
    Wheston Chancellor Grove, Who Has Known Heights

  • #28
    Elizabeth Bourgeret
    “A woman in love respects and raises up her man. She is his constant source of support. She matches his heart and passions with her own. She sees the very best in him, even when he does not. She is his foundation; what he returns home to.”
    Elizabeth Bourgeret

  • #29
    Elizabeth Bourgeret
    “A man in love is cautious with the decisions he makes, words he says and actions he takes, so he never purposefully causes her pain. He believes in her when she struggles believing in herself. He is her foundation, where she feels safe to be her true self.”
    Elizabeth Bourgeret

  • #30
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.
    I was a strong lad and survived; but the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita



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