May Christmas lend a special charm To all you chance to do. And may the season light your way To hopes and dreams anew.

What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.

I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another, it's about the Christian ethic, it's about kindness.

Christmas is not a time or a season but a state of mind. To cherish peace and good will, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.

Let us have music for Christmas Sound the trumpet of joy and rebirth; Let each of us try, with a song in our hearts, To bring peace to men on earth.

Mankind is a great, an immense family. This is proved by what we feel in our hearts at Christmas.

I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, But how I love the gifts I give!

And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play,

Christmas is not just a time for festivity and merry making. It is more than that. It is a time for the contemplation of eternal things. The Christmas spirit is a spirit of giving and forgiving.

For centuries men have kept an appointment with Christmas. Christmas means fellowship, feasting, giving and receiving, a time of good cheer, home.

Probably the reason we all go so haywire at Christmas time with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don't quite know how to put our love into words.

The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.

To us this day a child is given, To crown us with the joy of heaven.

Good news from heaven the angels bring, Glad tidings to the earth they sing:

Christmas is most truly Christmas when we celebrate it by giving the light of love to those who need it most.

Christmas is the season of joy, of holiday greetings exchanged, of gift-giving, and of families united.

I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.

Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.

Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts.

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

Each sight, each sound of Christmas And fragrances sublime Make hearts and faces happy This glorious Christmastime.

Christmas now surrounds us, Happiness is everywhere Our hands are busy with many tasks As carols fill the air.

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.

It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.

Instead of being a time of unusual behavior, Christmas is perhaps the only time in the year when people can obey their natural impulses and express their true sentiments without feeling self-conscious and, perhaps, foolish. Christmas, in short, is about the only chance a man has to be himself.

Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.

He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

Christmas gift suggestions: to your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas; Soon the bells will start, And the thing that will make them ring Is the carol that you sing Right within your heart.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

True confidence is not about what you take from someone to restore yourself, but what you give back to your critics because they need it more than you do.

When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.

What is jealousy but a reflection of your own failures?

Merry hearts are vulnerable to death, don't be over-joyed to the state of oblivion, lest the enemy poison your meal

I wonder if Blue knows she's repainting her room.I wonder if he's asking if she wants a ride to the party tonight.I wonder if he knows what being strangled feels like.

Maybe that was the root of my dislike for her: she had what I wanted, which earned her my jealousy, and since I was ashamed of myself for wanting it, my scorn, as well.

A lion does not flinch at laughter coming from a hyena. A gorilla does not budge from a banana thrown at it by a monkey. A nightingale does not stop singing its beautiful song at the intrusion of an annoying woodpecker.

The enemy stays in the hearts of friends. Watch what your friends know about you and watch what you tell your friends, remember, egoism breeds jealousy and ends a relationship in discord.

Beware of those who are bitter, for they will never allow you to enjoy your fruit.

A jealous husband is an ugly thing.

My eyes are so close together that when I cross my eyes, my irises actually trade places. My skin is so craterous that Neil Armstrong annually rubs my face just to reminisce about his time on the moon. And my nose is so long that my penis is jealous. But enough about how handsome I am.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbor's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

Envy suggests inferiority.

My eyes are green, Cause I eat a lot of vegetables, It don't have nothing to do with your new friend

You're thinking that people don't keep up old jealousies for twenty years or so. Perhaps not. Not just primitive, brute jealousy. That means a word and a blow. But the thing that rankles is hurt vanity. That sticks. Humiliation. And we've all got a sore spot we don't like to have touched.

That should have been my strategy! By the time I've worked through the emotions of surprise, admiration, anger, jealousy, and frustration, I'm watching that reddish mane of hair disappear into the trees well out of shooting range.

I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not.

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

He who is jealous, is never jealous of what you see, with what is imagined is enough.

Even now, Dickon was upstairs, writing sonnets to his new love, while back at Seadown House, Marianne was writing 'Ella' on scraps of paper and then burning them.

One of the most powerful lessons in life is to recognize that no one can give you power, and many people don't want you to have it. You have to find the courage to seize it, own it and hold on!

Sir, I did not count your glasses of wine, why should you number up my cups of tea?

If you think of someone's good qualities as the umeboshi in an onigiri it's as if their qualities are stuck to their back! Maybe the reason people get jealous of each other is because they can see so clearly the umeboshi on other people's backs.

Too bad,Elizabeth. You're Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You're tied to me forever. That boy and girl offspring you talked off? They'll come from me--or no one.

The way you think about yourself determines your reality. You are not being hurt by the way people think about you. Many of those people are a reflection of how you think about yourself.

Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.

Marriage and its entourage of possession and jealousy enslave the spirit.

The number of chances you give someone doesn't tell the world how loving you are without telling them how desperate you are to believe they care as much as you. True love resides in the first chance, stupidity in the second, opportunists in the third and scoundrels in the fourth.