2,024 Quotes About Christmas

Van Gogh on Christmas: And now we’re slowly heading towards winter, and many dread it, but Christmas is wonderful, it’s like the moss on the roofs and like the pine and the holly and the ivy in the snow. Isleworth, 10 November 1876

While all the universe and my family are still sleeping, I will walk among the red and blue twinkle-lights of the living room, to sit and gaze upon the pretty white angel atop the tree and say silent prayers, remembering what was good in the world and why I was brought here to remember.

Ma véritable vie est néeAprès que j’ai connu JeannotMaintenant nous mélangeons nosChaussures dans la cheminée✫C’est pour toi que je fais des livresPour toi des pièces et des versJe les voudrais pareils au givreQue la vitre montre à l’envers✫Cette nuit Noël va descendrePour nous réchauffer un peuCar il – comme la salamandrePose ses pieds sur le feu.(Poèmes de Noël de Jean Cocteau pour Jean Marais)

For all of life is Christmas, an eternal gift from God.

Taking "Christ" out of "Christmas" just reads "Mas" which is Spanish for "More." Seems Americans just want "mas," "mas," "mas." But when is more ever enough without Christ in it? More Christ?

if psychoanalysis was late-19th-century secular Judaism's way of constructing spiritual meaning in a post-religious world and retail is the late 20th century's way of constructing meaning in a postreligious world, what does it mean that I'm impersonating the father of psychoanalysis in a store window to commemorate a religious holiday?

The whole concept of some stranger making his way down our chimney - not that we had one - suggested burglary more readily than generosity. Any Santa who tried it would have gotten a bullet in his holly, jolly keister.

The mind is like a circuit ofChristmas tree lights. When thebrain works well, all of the lightstwinkle brilliantly, and it’s adaptableenough that, often, even if one bulbgoes out, the rest will still shine on.But depending on where thedamage is, sometimes that oneblown bulb can make the wholestrand go dark.

It is now, at Advent, that I am given the chance to suspend all expectation...and instead to revel in the mystery.