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The Christmas season reminds us that a demonstration of religion is always much better than a definition of it...especially in front of the kids._x000D__x000D_Perhaps the best Yuletide decorations are to be wreathed in smiles and wrapped in hugs._x000D__x000D_The miracle of Christmas is that a baby can be so decisive._x000D__x000D_It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty founder was a child himself.

Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused - in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened - by the recurrence of Christmas.

Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and everyone round the Christmas fire, and make the little picture shining in our bright young eyes, complete.

Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his Hands are mutes.

Take a little timecount five-and-twenty,Tattycoram.

Some people are nobody's enemies but their own

-Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? -Because I'll never cry for you again.

There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate.

She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.

Do the wise thing and the kind thing too, and make the best of us and not the worst.

If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips. "Are you dying for him?" she whispered. "And his wife and child. Hush! Yes." "Oh, you will let me hold your brave hand, stranger?" "Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last.

I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into our lives. "Jerry, say that my answer was, 'RECALLED TO LIFE.

Don't be afraid! We won't make an author of you, while there's an honest trade to be learnt, or brick-making to turn to.

...and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it

I will live in the past, the present, and the future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me.

When the time comes, let loose a tiger and a devil; but wait for the time with the tiger and the devil chained -not shown- yet always ready.

I want to escape from myself. For when I do start up and stare myself seedily in the face, as happens to be my case at present, my blankness is inconceivable--indescribable--my misery amazing.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

You are in every line I have ever read.

All partings foreshadow the great final one.

I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt, and, of course, if it ceased to beat, I would cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no—sympathy—sentiment—nonsense.