Friday, Dec. 13, 2019

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Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:  it is the time for home. 

~Edith Sitwell

Thursday, Dec. 12, 2019

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I have always thought of the Christmas season, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

~Charles Dickens

Wednesday, Dec. 11, 2019

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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.

~Laura Ingalls Wilder

Monday, Dec. 9, 2019

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War does not determine who is right — only who is left. 

~Bertrand Russell

Friday, Dec. 6, 2019

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The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination. 

~Terri Guillemets

Thursday, Dec. 5, 2019

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I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. 

~Andrew Wyeth

Wednesday, Dec. 4, 2019

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“Your belief determines your action and your action determines your results. But first you have to believe.”

— Mark Victor Hansen

Tuesday, Dec. 3, 2019

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We do not remember days; we remember moments.

~ Cesare Pavese

Monday, Dec. 2, 2019

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God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.

~ J.M. Barrie

Monday, Nov. 25, 2019

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Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity. But it is also breadth, and depth, and distance.  Who can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of the world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?

— Hal Borland

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