No matter where she went, God was her family. He was her hope.
Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is believing you're worthy of the trip.
It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...
Christmas is not only where you find it; it's what you make of it.
At least I don't look like a Christmas tree." "You look like the star atop the tree.
When I was a child, I was living in the housing projects of Philadelphia. I didn't even have a Christmas tree.
I love Christmas. I really do love Christmas. I love being with my family and I love snow. I love the music and the lights and all of it.
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.
I think the people who are making Christmas-themed movies today feel that people are more cynical about Christmas. There's more of an edge.
During the first 13 centuries after the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem, no one thought of setting up a creche to celebrate Christmas. The pre-eminent Christian holiday was Easter, not Christmas.
There are some people who want to throw their arms round you simply because it is Christmas; there are other people who want to strangle you simply because it is Christmas.
I made a Christmas album a couple of years ago and just put it out on my Web site. It kind of smacked of this flavor. All of the reviews said it was Western swing even when it was Christmas standards.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] My kid brother looked like a tick about to pop!
Narrator: Was there no end to the conspiracy of irrational prejudice against Red Ryder and his peacemaker?
Narrator: Downtown Hohman was preparing for this yearly baccanalia of peace on Earth and goodwill to men.
[Todd Chester stares in horror at Eddie draining the RV toilet] Eddie: Merry Christmas. Shitter was full.
Raymond Shaw: Twelve days of Christmas! One day of Christmas is loathsome enough!
[Describing Fozziwig] Ebenezer Scrooge: What an employer he was. As hard and ruthless as a rose petal!
Eve turned away as a whispered “yes, ma'am” reached her ears. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Why was she saving this asshole? Eve opened her eyes and unlocked the heavy steel bolt securing the five-by-two slab of oak. She looked back, r...
You stole my heart the day we met, and I've never asked for it back.
If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
