Ralphie as Adult: I slowly began to realize that i was not going to be destroyed.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Honors and benefits already at the age of nine!
Jack Skellington: Eureka! This year, Christmas will be - OURS!
The tree is felled...
Planting trees, I myself thought for a long time, was a feel-good thing, a nice but feeble response to our litany of modern-day environmental problems. In the last few years, though, as I have read many dozens of articles and books and interviewed sc...
God thank you for everything you've given us. For the time we have together. And for the miracle of Christmas. Thank you for the Atonement, the chance to start all over again. Help us to always remember who we are and to trust that we are worthy to m...
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: [when Carl catches up to him in the print shop in Montrichard] Carl? Carl! Merry Christmas! How is it we're always talking on Christmas, Carl? Every Christmas, I'm talking to you! [laughs] Carl Hanratty: Put your shirt on, Frank....
Santa Claus: Come on up on Santa's lap, here's a wet one. And what's your name little boy? And what do you want for Christmas, Billy? A toy truck? Get him off my lap and get my a towel. [Billy is pushed down the slide] Santa Claus: Oh, I hate the sme...
They're only trees. Only trees. Whose afraid of lonely trees?
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.
Don't worry about the past and don't try to figure out the future
Adults are tempted to produce and perform Christmas for their kids and their families, and they arrive at Christmas Day weary and disillusioned.
Yes, my first memory of singing, in general, was of a Christmas song. And then listening to Christmas music was really the first music I was ever connected to.
The whole point of me doing a Christmas record and what I centered it around was the song 'Christmas with You' from the point-of-view of the soldiers in Iraq.
Charlie Burns: They're hanging Mikey come Christmas day. Arthur Burns: When's Christmas, Charlie?
We ought to think that we are one of the leaves of a tree, and the tree is all humanity. We cannot live without the others, without the tree.
People don't remember each tree in a park but all of us benefit from the trees. And in a way, artists are like trees in a park.
I beg people not to accept the seasonal ritual of well-timed charity on Christmas Eve. It's blasphemy.
Felixstowe, the United Kingdom's largest port, stops work only for Christmas Day and for crane-toppling Force 9 gales.
Goggles: I like The Wizard of Oz. I like the Tin Man.
