I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, But how I love the gifts I give!

If you go looking for a friend, you're going to find they're very scarce. If you go out to be a friend, you'll find them everywhere.

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen.

Now, the essence, the very spirit of Christmas is that we first make believe a thing is so, and lo, it presently turns out to be so.

'Tis blessed to bestow, and yet, Could we bestow the gifts we get, And keep the ones we give away, How happy were our Christmas day!

When you feel in love with an ex, it isn't that you still love him, but that you are simply stuck in the idea of what YOU did wrong.

Of courtesy, it is much less Than courage of heart or holiness, Yet in my walks it seems to me That the Grace of God is in courtesy.

The older I get, the greater power I seem to have to help the world; I am like a snowball - the further I am rolled the more I gain.

All my favorite stars, my family and my friends are here. I'm having the happiest birthday that an 18-year-old girl could ever have.

You'll never be disappointed if you always keep an eye on uncharted territory, where you'll be challenged and growing and having fun.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

At 50, you probably get muddled? I'm the same, that's how I know? If you ever get lost, don't worry? Just change where you want to go

Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

Just because someone is single doesn't mean they're lonely. Some people are in relationships and they've forgotten what happiness is.

At fifty the madwoman in the attic breaks loose, stomps down the stairs, and sets fire to the house. She won't be imprisoned anymore.

The thing about Christmas is that it almost doesn't matter what mood you're in or what kind of a year you've had; it's a fresh start.

Our daughters are the most precious of our treasures, the dearest possessions of our homes and the objects of our most watchful love.

One of those Christmas songs says, "You better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout." How's my wife going to get along?

It is a blessed thing that in every age some one has had the individuality enough and courage enough to stand by his own convictions.

When I was growing up we didn't have a massive house and there were five women running around, so my dad and I had to stick together!

Selfishness makes Christmas a burden; Love makes it a delight. The joy of brightening a child's heart creates the magic of Christmas.

Faced with the choice between changing one's mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone gets busy on the proof.

And so when I couldn't stand it no longer, I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied.

We are very much what others think of us. The reception our observations meet with gives us courage to proceed, or damps our efforts.

One very fundamental thing has not changed and I realized that it will never change... is that I really need to go home and practice.

I have never come across a technology that doesn't change. This is inevitable. You have to adapt your systems as technology develops.

Grumbling and gratitude are, for the child of God, in conflict. Be grateful and you won't grumble. Grumble and you won't be grateful.

What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.

After every storm the sun will smile; for every problem there is a solution, and the soul's indefeasible duty is to be of good cheer.

Not only them...you've also had Young Hudson mouths to fill You could have had a thriving business But you forgot to present the bill

Real guts are nothing more than developing your inner voice to the point where it is louder and stronger than the voice of your fear.

Although it is pleasant to think about poison at any season, there is something special about Christmas, and I found myself grinning.

[C]ourage is reckoned the greatest of all virtues; because, unless a man has that virtue, he has no security for preserving any other.

I read that when cats are cuddling and kneading you, and you think it's cute, they're really just checking your vitals for weak spots.

As it's your 40th birthday This, we'd like to say May you be bathed in goodness, happiness and sunshineness On this, your special day.

Remember even though the outside world might be raining, if you keep on smiling the sun will soon show its face and smile back at you.

Rereading A.J. Liebling carries me happily back to an age when all good journalists knew they had plenty to be modest about, and were.

Learning in the arts requires the ability and a willingness to surrender to the unanticipated possibilities of the work as it unfolds.

As self-governing entities, artists have a profound interest in change. Embracing change, we embrace growth and we embrace our future.

You’re really cute, Midori,” I corrected myself. “What do you mean really cute?” “So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up.

Congratulations on turning 60 Now you can wear what you like No one cares, and more particularly You're fine telling 'em 'Take a hike'

The art of acceptance is the art of making someone who has just done you a small favor wish that he might have done you a greater one.

Courage is the human virtue that counts most-courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That's all any of us have.

Christmas began in the heart of God. It is complete only when it reaches the heart of man.Why wait for a call when you have a command?

n this changing world, it's nice to know that one thing is forever... you'll always be my sister! Happy Birthday to a Wonderful Sister

And if it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart, the only dream that mattered had come true. In this life, I was loved by you.

He continues to smile expectantly. I take a step back. I don't want to catch whatever he has. He is a disturbing out-of-uniform Santa.

I love [that] you smile at me, I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near... I believe this is heaven to no one else but me.

Money is made at Christmas out of holly and mistletoe, but who save the vendors would greatly care if no green branch were procurable?

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