#christmas

He put a ring in the toe of a stocking. On Christmas Eve, we opened our stockings and it was there at the bottom of the toe. Then he got down on his knees and he was shaking. ↗

— Kyra Sedgwick

#christmas #christmas eve #down #eve #got

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart. ↗

— Freya Stark

#carries #event #external #heart #home

In fact, I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to play with their kids. I spent time at their summer home, rode horses at their ranch, and swam at their beach house. I even spent a Christmas with them at Palm Springs one year. ↗

— Keith Thibodeaux

#beach #christmas #even #fact #few

The Earth reminded us of a Christmas tree ornament hanging in the blackness of space. As we got farther and farther away it diminished in size. Finally it shrank to the size of a marble, the most beautiful marble you can imagine. ↗

— James Irwin

#beautiful #blackness #christmas #christmas tree #diminished

Rose: Look at you, beaming away like you're Father Christmas! The Doctor: Who says I'm not, red-bicycle-when-you-were-twelve? Rose: [shocked] What? The Doctor: And everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives! I need more days like this! Go on, ask me anything; I'm on fire! ↗

— Steven Moffat

#rose-tyler #christmas

Old Marley was as dead as a doornail. Mind! I don't mean to say that, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a doornail. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#nails #similes #well-worn-phrases #christmas

There are some upon this earth of yours,' returned the Spirit, 'who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name; who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#zealots #christmas

What do you see when you look in the mirror?' 'I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.' Harry stared. 'One can never have enough socks,' said Dumbledore. 'Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#mirror-of-erised #presents #christmas

Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day. ↗

— Helen Steiner Rice

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Say what's in your heart, Annie.' 'You're in my heart, Samuel. ↗

— Vannetta Chapman

#christmas #love #love