My earliest, most impactful encounter with a book was when I was seven and awoke early on Christmas morning to find Roald Dahl's 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' in my stocking. I had never been so excited by the sight of a book - and have possibl...
There's always been something a little pathetic for me at the work parties I've attended, especially thinking back to the restaurants I worked in. I remember a Christmas party in which we all got free T-shirts with the restaurant on the front and our...
When I was really young, I loved the movie 'White Christmas' - I still do - and I thought Rosemary Clooney was so pretty. When I was, like, nine, I would tell people, 'You know who I kind of look like? Rosemary Clooney.'
Seeing the actual, 'The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe', I absolutely loved it. It became one of my favorite films. It was a real Christmas classic and it was one of the most popular films ever in British history. So I th...
Isn't that the great thing about Christmas? You get a lot of respite, time to recharge your batteries, time with family without too much else happening anywhere else in the world, time to focus on the people you love and the activities that you enjoy...
I’m 30, it’s Christmas, and I’m a writer without a job. I sit here engulfed in a furious fit of frustration. My future unknown. My nuts so small you could fit them in a gnat’s navel and have room left over for my brain.
Ellen: Clark, I think it'd be best if everyone went home... before things get worse. Clark: WORSE? How could things get any worse? Take a look around here, Ellen. We're at the threshold of hell.
Ellen: You set standards that no family activity can live up to. Clark: When have I ever done that? Ellen: Parties, weddings, anniversaries, funerals, holidays... Clark: Goodnight Ellen Ellen: Vacations, graduations...
[talking about Snot, Eddie's dog] Eddie: If you scratch his belly, Clark, he will love you till the day you die. Clark: I really shouldn't, Eddie. My hands are all chapped.
Margo: You just march over there and slug that creep in the face. Todd: I can't just attack someone. Margo: All right then, if you're not man enough to put an end to this shit, then I am.
Clark: [Clark looks down at the jello and sees that it's trimmed with cat food] Aunt Bethany, does your cat eat jello? Eddie: I don't know about the cat, but *I* sure am enjoying it.
Neville Longbottom: [serving drinks at Slughorn's Christmas party] I didn't get into the Slug Club. It's okay, though. He's got Belby handing out towels in the loo.
Kris Kringle: Oh, Christmas isn't just a day, it's a frame of mind... and that's what's been changing. That's why I'm glad I'm here, maybe I can do something about it.
Dr. Finkelstein: Sally! You came back. Sally: I had to. Dr. Finkelstein: For this. [holds Sally's detatched arm; she causes it to wave at herself] Sally: [smiles] Yes. Dr. Finkelstein: Shall we, then?
Mary Elizabeth: [after Charlie has handed them a bag of gifts] Wait a second, there's only Secret Santa presents. There's rules! Patrick: Mary Elizabeth, why are you trying to EAT Christmas?
Eva: Why would you trust these people? And the way they look at you. Frank Lucas: They look at me like it's Christmas and I'm Santa Claus. Eva: They look at us like we're the help. Frank Lucas: They work for me, now.
Otani: Oh... I didn't get you a Christmas present. Risa: But you already gave me something. Otani: Huh? I didn't give you anything. Risa: It was something wonderful. 'I seem to like you much more than I realized'.
If you want to feel the truest spirit of Christmas, go out and find someone sadder than you, lonelier than you, poorer than you … and give what you can in a smile, in time, in compassion. The best Christmases always require the gift of self.
No more lives torn apart And wars would never start And time would heal all hearts And everyone would have a friend And right would always win And love would never end This is my grown up Christmas list
But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each s...
A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied. But now she's laid; what though she be? Yet there are more delays, for where is he? He comes and passeth through...
