After that I went home and Sally put what was left of me to bed; next day, being a Christian family, we saluted the happy morn with the Hell and Hades of a row because I wouldn't get up and go to earl...
The worst defeat of all is to surrender without having been defeated. And it is Christmas that obliterates both.
Inch by inch it's all a cinch, by the yard it's hard. Go for it -- no matter how slow or long the process seems at first.
Death says a million words that the heart can't pen.
I always loved family holidays, and I had this vision and dream as a little girl of having a big family of my own.
If a father does not altogether embrace a life of uncompromised sacrifice as the core of all principles by which he nurtures his children, he is a father by birth only and no power on earth can ever o...
Having a birthday around the holidays was never easy and, with every successive year, it felt more and more as if celebrating my birthday got thrown into the December holiday mix as an afterthought.
Nothing says holidays, like a cheese log.
Christmas is a blanket that warms our cold hearts.
The spirit of Christmas is found when we lift the load of others.
Hot cocoa and cold toes remind me of Christmas.
The best way to see majesty is to strip away everything that pretends to be majestic so that which is fake wholly collapses in the face of that which is majestic. And God in a manger is likely the mos...
This is the wonder of Christmas, that in the solitary form of an impoverished infant God has handed me everything that I could never create so that I can be everything that I could never be.
If you can't find the spirit of the holidays in your heart, you'll never find it under a tree.
The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.
One of the hardest things you will ever have to go through is the death of a child. The second hardest thing you will ever have to go through is having a child die at Christmas time. The third hardest...
Dreams come from that special place in our mind where our soul loves to spend its holidays.
Given the lethal enormity of sin and the inestimable value of a single soul, a baby in a manger and a man on a cross makes more sense that anything else I will ever be able to possibly imagine.
My experience in Amsterdam is that cyclists ride where the hell they like and aim in a state of rage at all pedestrians while ringing their bell loudly, the concept of avoiding people being foreign to...
I once wanted to become an atheist, but I gave up - they have no holidays.
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