Top 1200 Christmas Tree Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

Christmas is a kindling of new fires.

Like Buddha under the Bo tree, Jesus, on his tree, has his eyes closed too. The difference is this. The pain and sadness of the world that Buddha's eyes close out is the pain and sadness of the world that the eyes of Jesus close in.

Thanksgiving comes after Christmas.

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

The object is not to make the tree look like a bonsai, but to make the bonsai look like a tree.

Christmas is the Disneyfication of Christianity.

Christmas is one of my favorite times of the year.

Have a holly jolly Christmas!

Fashion Week is like Christmas.

This is Christmas – the season of perpetual hope.

Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.

I love all things Christmas.

It's always winter but it's never Christmas.

You are not practicing Judaism if you celebrate Christmas.

Let's put Christ back into Christmas.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

Christmas albums are not something you do frequently.

Christmas is a time of year that's so romantic.

I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.

It's nice to be part of Christmas.

Christmas is not only where you find it; it's what you make of it.

Halt regarded him. He loved Horace like a younger brother. Even like a second son, after Will. He admired his skill with a sword and his courage in battle. But sometimes, just sometimes, he felt an overwhelming desire to ram the young warrior's head against a convenient tree. "You have no sense of drama or symbolism, do you?" he asked. "Huh?" replied Horace, not quite understanding. Halt looked around for a convenient tree. Luckily for Horace, there were none in sight.

There would be no Christmas if there was no Easter.

I'm not romantic, and I don't like Christmas.

After a Christmas comes a Lent.

Christmas is a time for families.

In 'White Christmas,' I wasn't the main part.

Suppose you were to come upon someone in the woods working feverishly to saw down a tree. "What are you doing?" you ask. "Can't you see?" comes the impatient reply. "I'm sawing down this tree." "You look exhausted!" you exclaim. "How long have you been at it?" "Over five hours," he returns, "and I'm beat! This is hard work." 'Well, why don't you take a break for a few minutes and sharpen that saw?" you inquire. "I'm sure it would go a lot faster." "I don't have time to sharpen the saw," the man says emphatically. "I'm too busy sawing!"

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

Christmas is all about family and I love it.

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing--I'm sorry, I would rather not go on.

Christmas is my favorite time of the year.

All punk rockers hate Christmas.

I was practically raised with Christmas music.

I celebrate Christmas with wilful glee.

Easter means that Christmas worked.

She's a warm fart at Christmas.

Christmas Day is the festival of optimism.

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

Online, there's no time. It's always Christmas.

An authentic and genuine life grows like a sturdy tree. And like a tree, it grows slowly. Every time you make a different and better decision, it grows a little. Every time you choose to do the right thing, even when nobody would find out otherwise, it grows a little. Every time you act with compassion, relinquish your right to strike back, take a courageous stand, admit fault or accept responsibility, it grows a little.

I have special pants I wear at Christmas.

I love Christmas movies.

They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.

I absolutely adore Christmas.

Christmas dresser feeling pleasure

Christmas is my favorite time of year.

Christmas is at our throats again.

Christmas is not a season. It is a feeling.

I find Christmas very difficult.

Always winter but never Christmas.

Christmas Queens' is a family effort!

Joy is the true gift of Christmas.

The spirit of Christmas is Christlike love.

It seems that every life form on this planet strives toward its maximum potential... except human beings. A tree does not grow to half its potential size and then say, "l guess that will do." A tree will drive its roots as deep as possible. It will soak up as much nourishment as it can, stretch as high and as wide as nature will allow, and then look down as if to remind us of how much each of us could become if we would only do all that we can.

The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

The true spirit of Christmas is love

Everybody has asked the question, ... 'What shall we do with the Negro?' I have had but one answer from the beginning. Do nothing with us! You're doing with us has already played the mischief with us. Do nothing with us! If the apples will not remain on the tree of their own strength, ... let them fall! I am not for tying or fastening them on the tree in any way, except by nature's plan, and if they will not stay there, let them fall. And if the Negro cannot stand on his own legs, let him fall also.

Memories and magic is what Christmas is all about.