Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art." (Last words, according to Dickens's obituary in .)
He took the Who’s feast, he took the Who pudding, he took the roast beast. He cleaned out that ice box as quick as a flash. Why, the Grinch even took their last can of Who hash.
When asking God for direction, ask Him to give you ears to hear it and the will and strength to follow it. Say, “God show me what to do and enable me to do it.
Si crees que todo el mundo está bien de la azotea es que no conoces a la gente que te rodea. La clave, y esto es muy relevante en nuestro caso, es encontrar a alguien cuya locura encaje con la tuya.
The one thing I remember about Christmas was that my father used to take me out in a boat about ten miles offshore on Christmas Day, and I used to have to swim back. Extraordinary. It was a ritual. Mind you, that wasn't the hard part. The difficult b...
Ralphie: Heh, I was just kidding, even though Schwartz is getting one. I guess I'd just like some Tinker Toys. Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] I couldn't believe my own ears. Tinker Toys? She'd never buy it.
Ralphie: Scut Farkus! Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Scut Farkus! What a rotten name! We were trapped. There he stood, between us and the alley. Scut Farkus staring out at us with his yellow eyes. He had yellow eyes! So, help me, God! Yellow eyes!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. My personal preference was for Lux, but I found Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor - heady, but with just a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on...
Mother: Is this another one of your silly puzzles? Mr. Parker: Yeah, another one of my silly puzzles. This one could be worth FIFTY THOUSAND BUCKS. Mother: What is it this time? Mr. Parker: Name the great characters in American literature. Mother: Vi...
Donnie: [discussing his parents] They didn't buy me what I wanted for Christmas. Dr. Lilian Thurman: What did you want for Christmas that year? Donnie: Hungry, Hungry Hippos. Dr. Lilian Thurman: And how did you feel, being denied these Hungry, Hungry...
Kid #1: It's Christmas. You could steal City Hall. John McClane: Come on. [Zeus and John take the kids' bikes] Kid #1: My bike? John McClane: Let's go. Come on. Kid #1: That's my bike! Zeus: Yeah, it's Christmas!
Edward R. Murrow: We'll split the advertising, Fred and I. He just won't have any presents for his kids at Christmas. Sig Mickelson: He's a Jew. Edward R. Murrow: Well don't tell him that. He loves Christmas.
Mrs. Dilber: I've got his blankets. Old Joe: Ah, his blankets... Why, Mrs. Dilber, they're still warm! I don't pay extra for the warmth, you know. Mrs. Dilber: You should. It's the only warmth he ever had.
The atmosphere of my faith brightens with every Christ-centered book I read.
There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world.
Eve and the apple was the first great step in experimental science.
Margo Channing: Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night!
Maybe I don't believe things myself, as well. Truth is such a transient thing.
The family is the key of Christmas.
Christmas albums are not something you do frequently.
Christmas is joy, religious joy, an inner joy of light and peace.
