Quotes on Inspirational Christmas

Gratitude is one of those things that cannot be bought. It must be born with men, or else all the obligations in the world will not create it.

Every man should have a fair-sized cemetary in which to bury the faults of his friends.

There is magic in the memory of schoolboy friendships; it softens the heart, and even affects the nervous system of those who have no heart.

I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.

When friends stop being frank and useful to each other, the whole world loses some of its radiance.

Thanks are justly due for boons unbought

The only real blind person at Christmas time is he who has not Christmas in his heart.

Good news from heaven the angels bring,_x000D_ _x000D_ Glad tidings to the earth they sing:_x000D_ _x000D_ To us this day a child is given,_x000D_ _x000D_ To crown us with the joy of heaven.

The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.

For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.

And it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.