Browsing Topic Best Festive Quotes

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

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.

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

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

I love the culture of grilling. It creates an atmosphere that is festive but casual.

My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?

Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood! Why does this irrevocable time, forever departed, seem brighter, more festive and richer than it actually was?

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.

My field-mouse had made a set of brand-new tracks; here and there they etched themselves, following the brown flowers. It seemed as if uncommon spirits had seized their little maker, for sometimes he had leaped a yard, the festive mite! There was no other track pursuing; the leaps must have been mere joy.

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!

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.

When a woman wants to look festive, she should add some shine, sheen or sparkle to her outfit, like a metallic clutch, an embellished shoe, or a blingy statement necklace.

Martha Stewart denied allegations that she had been given inside information to sell 4,000 shares of a stock in a biotech firm. Stewart then showed her audience how to make a festive, quick-burning yule log out of freshly-shredded financial documents.

Yea, Paris is a festive ton — a festive Ton for all! Skate o’er on joy — Thin crust of gilded, polished joy! What matters it if Hell’s beneath?

You can say anything with a Post-It. I’m not entirely sure why that is. Maybe the friendliness of the squares makes it easier. A square is nicely compact and less intimidating than a full page. And they come in cheerful colors. Non-white paper is kind of inherently festive. Or maybe paper that sticks feels more important than paper that can blow away. (Though you can move them, if you need to put them somewhere else.) They might not be as lasting as words carved in stone, but Post-It thoughts will stay. For awhile, at least.

A minister who moves about in society is in a position to read the signs of the times even in a festive gathering, but one who remains shut up in his office learns nothing.

Our thoughts fly therefore by themselves in this festive hour of our plant community, to the man whom we thank for the ressurection of our Nation: Adolf Hitler, the patron of German labour and German art.

Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.

Life for young American college graduates is a festive affair. Free of having to support their families, they mostly have gay parties on rooftops where they reflect at length upon their quirky electronic childhoods and sometimes kiss each other on the lips and neck.

When you recognize the festive and the still moments as moments of prayer, then you gradually realize that to pray is to live.

At night… the streets become rhythmical perspectives of glowing dotted lines, reflections hung upon them in the streets as the wistaria hangs its violet racemes on its trellis. The buildings are shimmering verticality, a gossamer veil, a festive scene-prop hanging there against the black sky to dazzle, entertain, amaze.

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.

November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.

Be not lax in celebrating.Be not lazy in the festive service of God.Be ablaze with enthusiasm.Let us be an alive, burning offering before the altar of God.

Without cruelty there is no festival: thus the longest and most ancient part of human history teaches and in punishment there is so much that is festive!

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

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.

Well, you know, for me, I think Spanish food is festive.

It will never be the case that people won’t eat meat. I think it could conceivably be the case one day that people eat very small amounts of it. That it’s a special thing, rather than reach for it because it’s cheap or reach for it because it’s convenient, that it becomes something festive or something celebratory, once a week, and that could actually be achieved on small farms if we really changed our habits.

What most people find festive-a weekend at a beach shack with friends, a boat trip down a river, a crackling bonfire on a summer night-I see as a bleak nightmare to be grimly endured. I would sooner put lit cigarettes in my eyes than share a vacation house with a crowd.

What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave’s smock at home?

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.

Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night’s festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.