#is

Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice."Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#mercedes #werewolf #christmas

They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#christmas

Oooh, that was fun." "That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means." Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade." "It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#christmas

Always winter but never Christmas. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#christmas

Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever. ↗

— Bess Streeter Aldrich

#christmas

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. ↗

— Dr. Seuss

#grinch #christmas

And he, he himself...the Grinch...carved the roast-beast! ↗

— Dr. Seuss

#roast-beast #the-grinch #christmas

Christmas it seems to me is a necessary festival; we require a season when we can regret all the flaws in our human relationships: it is the feast of failure, sad but consoling. ↗

— Graham Greene

#holidays #christmas

There is no discovery without risk and what you risk reveals what you value. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#risk

Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?” I didn’t think his nostrils could flare any wider. His eyes were black flame. “Pernicious? Good grief, is English your second language? Third?” Only someone who’d learned English from a dictionary would use such a word. “Fifth,” he snarled. “Answer me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#bloodfever #mac #english