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christmas winter lion-the-witch-and-the-wardrobe
Always winter but never Christmas. C. S. Lewis
christmas effort thinking troops understand
We want everyone to understand that this effort didn't end at Christmas. Our troops need to know someone's thinking about them. Bruce Johnson
christmas easter home
People tend to stay at home and eat a home-cooked meal. There are three days that are really slow for restaurants - Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. Alan K. Simpson
christmas lying excellence
The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its value Charles Dudley Warner
christmas men feelings
Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused - in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened - by the recurrence of Christmas. Charles Dickens
christmas children sometimes
For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself. Charles Dickens
christmas men alive
And it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One! Charles Dickens
christmas honesty hands
Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away. Charles Dickens
christmas new-year years
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to the world! Charles Dickens
winter darkness scrooge
Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. Charles Dickens
winter age lapland
Cheerfulness ought to be the viaticum vitae of their life to the old; age without cheerfulness is a Lapland winter without a sun. Charles Caleb Colton
winter sea feet
One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound - strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow. Charles Dickens
winter smell ghost-stories
There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories - Ghost Stories, or more shame for us - round the Christmas fire; and we have never stirred, except to draw a little nearer to it. Charles Dickens
winter thinking important
Our lives are so important to us that we tend to think the story of them begins with our birth. First there was nothing, then I was born...Yet that is not so. Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole. - Vida Winter Diane Setterfield
winter years benefits
Global trade has advantages. For starters, it allows those of us who live through winter to eat fresh produce year-round. And it provides economic benefits to farmers who grow that food. David Suzuki
winter green bowling
I was 18 and making 150 quid a week, which was a lot of money to me. Then there was a bad winter and I got paid off. Then my firm, JW Henderson of Bowling Green Street, Leith, went bust. If they hadn't folded, I'd probably still be scaffolding and loving it. Jamie Sives
winter men thinking
The problem of why God created the universe still troubles thinking men; but if we cannot know why, we can at least know that He did not bring His worlds into being to meet some unfulfilled need in Himself, as a man might build a house to shelter him against the winter cold or plant a field of corn to provide him with necessary food. The word 'necessary' is wholly foreign to God. Aiden Wilson Tozer
winter fate bored
Nothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom Charles Baudelaire