Tacos will grow on Christmas trees before I learn to carry a tune. Fortunately, it doesn’t matter. In karaoke, talent means nada; enthusiasm is everything. What I lack in talent, I make up for in passion. Hence my karaoke problem.
The best Christmas trees come very close to exceeding nature. If some of our great decorated trees had been grown in a remote forest area with lights that came on every evening as it grew dark, the whole world would come to look at them and marvel at...
It began with the Christmas tree lights. They were candy-bright, mouth-size. She wanted to feel the lightness of them on her tongue, the spark on her tastebuds. Without him life was so dark, and all the holiday debris only made it worse. She promised...
The mind is like a circuit of Christmas tree lights. When the brain works well, all of the lights twinkle brilliantly, and it’s adaptable enough that, often, even if one bulb goes out, the rest will still shine on. But depending on where the damage...
I'd have to say, for me, as a child, my favorite memories were always centered around Christmas time. It always seemed like no matter how much money my parents had or didn't have, we got completely spoiled rotten. There were always presents under the...
To strategize a rescue mission irrefutably capable of saving every human being is leagues beyond our ability to comprehend, and enormous beyond any resource we possess to execute. And to embark upon just such a mission fully knowing that without our ...
Christmases are never the same. They change from year to year, and they are never really perfect, no matter how hard we try to force them to be so. What is perfect is the miracle in Bethlehem 2,000 years ago and the love of God that continues to burs...
Clark: Whew, it's warm in here. Mary: Well you have your coat on. Clark: Ah yes I do, why is that? Mary: Because it's cold out. Clark: Yes it is, it's a bit nipply out. I mean nippy out, what did I say, nipple? Huh, there is a nip in the air.
Ellen: [sees Clark standing up and looking out the window] Aren't you having any breakfast? Clark: I'm not in the mood. Ellen: What are you looking at? Clark: Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn; the clean, cool chill of the holiday air; and an...
Hans Gruber: Theo, are we on schedule? Theo: One more to go then it's up to you. And you better be right, because it looks like this last one is going to take a miracle. Hans Gruber: It's Christmas, Theo. It's the time of miracles. So be of good chee...
Kate McCallister: [to the Scranton ticket agent] This is *Christmas*! The season of perpetual hope! And I don't care if I have to get out on your runway and hitchhike! If it costs me everything I own, if I have to sell my soul to the devil himself, I...
Roger Murtaugh: Hey, Riggs. Martin Riggs: Yo! Roger Murtaugh: Riggs, if you think I'm gonna eat the world's lousiest Christmas turkey by myself, you're crazy. Martin Riggs: Well, I got news for you, Rog: I'm not crazy. Roger Murtaugh: I know. Martin ...
Oogie Boogie Man: Oh, the sound of rolling dice to me is music in the air, / 'cause I'm a gambling Boogie Man, although I don't play fair. / It's much more fun, I must confess, with lives on the line. / Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy, / now,...
[attempting to push Santa down the pipe] Shock: I think he might be too big! [she tries again, he groans] Lock: No, he's not! If he can go down a chimney... he can fit... [shoves] Lock: down... [shoves again] Lock: ...here! [Santa slides down the pip...
Dr. Berger: So you felt great. You brought home a Christmas tree and everything was hunky dory. Okay? Conrad "Con" Jarrett: You're the doctor. Dr. Berger: Listen, don't take refuge in one-liners like "you're the doctor". Okay? Because that pisses me ...
Randolph Duke: Ezra. Right on time. I'll bet you thought I'd forgotten your Christmas bonus. There you are. Ezra: Five dollars. Maybe I'll go to the movies... by myself. Mortimer Duke: Half of it is from me. Ezra: Thank you, Mr. Mortimer. [mouthing s...
One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
We could never go back to how things were on the day before 9/11, but maybe I could go back to who I was.
Every book has it's destiny, Like a human life , Sometime when an Author is dead the destiny of the book begins" The days of Childhood !!!!!
It's a new day. Yesterday's failure is redeemed at the sunrise
We must take responsibility for ourselves, for who we become, for how we live each day.
