Browsing Topic Best Christmas Eve Quotes

Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.

Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.

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

The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you.

There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we’re here for something else besides ourselves.

Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won’t make it ‘white’.

The time draws near the birth of Christ;The moon is hid; the night is still;The Christmas bells from hill to hillAnswer each other in the mist.

Christmas is not a time or a season but a state of mind.

I have always thought of Christmas time… as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.

But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round…as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.

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

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn’t for any religious reasons. They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know.

It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you.

The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.

I’m a last-minute shopper. I end up at the mall or somewhere on Christmas Eve. It’s a shame.

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.

Its Christmas Eve! Its the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

My child looked at me and I looked back at him in the delivery room, and I realized that out of a sea of infinite possibilities it had come down to this: a specific person, born on the hottest day of the year, conceived on a Christmas Eve, made by his father and me miraculously from scratch.

My mother was a not-too-devoted atheist. She went to Episcopal church on Christmas Eve every year, and that was mostly it.

I am a neat hand at cookery, and I’ll tell you what I knocked up for my Christmas-eve dinner in the Library Cart. I knocked up a beefsteak-pudding for one, with two kidneys, a dozen oysters, and a couple of mushrooms thrown in. It’s a pudding to put a man in good humour with everything, except the two bottom buttons of his waistcoat.

Now, ‘Dasher!’ now, ‘Dancer!’ now, ‘Prancer’ and ‘Vixen!’On, ‘Comet!’ on, ‘Cupid!’ on, ‘Donner’ and ‘Blitzen!’

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

It’s quite a famous story that takes place on Christmas Eve, and the Germans, French, and Scottish are trying to make peace one night and they bury their dead and they play football. I play a German opera singer, in German, which I never have so I am really excited about that.

Christmas was always a big holiday in our family. Every Christmas Eve before wed go to bed, my mom and dad would read to us two or three stories and they would always be The Happy Prince, The Gift of the Magi and Twas the Night Before Christmas, and I would like to keep that alive.

Look, Mrs. McGillicuddy, it’s not my fault your son jumped out a dorm room window on Christmas eve. I’ve written over fifty books as a Columbia professor, all right? You don’t do that by holding hands with every at-risk undergraduate who says he’s homesick, or he’s turning gay, or the dog ate his term paper. I write about Lincoln, and freedom, and great ideas. I don’t always have time for students. It’s like Dean Martin used to say: if you want to talk, go to a priest. Hey — what’s the gun for?

Christ was born in the first century, yet he belongs to all centuries. He was born a Jew, yet He belongs to all races. He was born in Bethlehem, yet He belongs to all countries.

Best of all, Christmas means a spirit of love, a time when the love of God and the love of our fellow men should prevail over all hatred and bitterness, a time when our thoughts and deeds and the spirit of our lives manifest the presence of God.

Peace on earth and mercy mild are still possible. On Christmas Eve, all things are possible.

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be . . .

Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, Let us hold close one day, remembering Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men. Let us get back our childlike faith again.

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it’s compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.