Inspirational Christmas Quotes

My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?

The way you spend Christmas is far more important than how much.

The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn’t for any religious reasons. They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past.

Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart…filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.

I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world.

Isn’t it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for – I don’t know what exactly, but it’s something that you don’t mind so much not having at other times.

I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine!
To fold a world in the embrace of God!

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.

Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.

Every professional athlete owes a debt of gratitude to the fans and management, and pays an installment every time he plays. He should never miss a payment.

Love the giver more than the gift.

Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying to find a parking space at the mall.

Christmas is the perfect time to celebrate the love of God and family and to create memories that will last forever. Jesus is God’s perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this gift, but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year.

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today’s Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know.

I love Christmas, not just because of the presents but because of all the decorations and lights and the warmth of the season.

Gratitude is a burden, and every burden is made to be shaken off.

Gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it among gross people.

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

Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.

‘Tis blessed to bestow, and yet,
Could we bestow the gifts we get,
And keep the ones we give away,
How happy were our Christmas day!

Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice.

Christmas can be celebrated in the school room with pine trees, tinsel and reindeers, but there must be no mention of the man whose birthday is being celebrated. One wonders how a teacher would answer if a student asked why it was called Christmas.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

The earth has grown old with its burden of care, But at Christmas it always is young.

Gratitude is merely the secret hope of further favors.

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

Ingratitude is monstrous.

We hope that, when the insects take over the world, they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics.

There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

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.

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

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

The spirit of Christmas is the spirit of love and of generosity and of goodness. It illuminates the picture window of the soul, and we look out upon the world’s busy life and become more interested in people than in things.

Santa Claus has the right idea – visit people only once a year.

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.

The Prince, charmed with these words, and much more with the manner in which they were spoken, knew not how to show his joy and gratitude; he assured her that he loved her better than he did himself.

Next to a circus there ain’t nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.

Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.

Remember
This December,
That love weighs more than gold!

It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you…yes, it is Christmas every time you smile at your brother and offer him your hand.

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

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.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.

Christmas day is a day of joy and charity. May God make you very rich in both.

Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.

The grateful person fears no court or judge, no sentence or executioner, but what he carries about him in his own breast: and being still the most severe exactor of himself, not only confesses but proclaims his debts.

Sing hey! Sing hey!
For Christmas Day;
Twine mistletoe and holly.
For a friendship glows
In winter snows,
And so let’s all be jolly!
At Christmas play and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year

No one who achieves success does so without acknowledging the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude.

One can never have enough socks

Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart that thinks of others first.

I have always thought of Christmas time… as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.

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.

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

A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.

I send my thoughts afar, and let them paint your Christmas Day at home.

I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.

Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.

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

The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young, the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air, when the song of angels is sung.

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.

The worst gift is a fruitcake. There is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and people keep sending it to each other.

Christmas is a day of meaning and traditions, a special day spent in the warm circle of family and friends.” ~ (1925- ), English political leader.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love. It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.

There is a remarkable breakdown of taste and intelligence at Christmastime. Mature, responsible grown men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages with raw egg yolks and cottage cheese in them.

A great many men’s gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. ‘Twas Christmas broach’d the mightiest ale; ‘Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.

I feel a very unusual sensation – if it is not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it’s compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.

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

The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others’ burdens, easing other’s loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas.

Given the amount of unjust suffering and unhappiness in the world, I am deeply grateful for, sometimes even perplexed by, how much misery I have been spared.

Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, Let us hold close one day, remembering Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men. Let us get back our childlike faith again.

Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing.

Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we’re here for something else besides ourselves.

A person however learned and qualified in his life’s work in whom gratitude is absent, is devoid of that beauty of character which makes personality fragrant.

From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it.

Bloody Christmas, here again, let us raise a loving cup, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.

Unless it’s out of the goodness of someone’s heart, I don’t like having things given to me for free. I like working hard for what I earn. It gives me a sense of gratitude, and that’s the only way I can truly appreciate it.

Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.

Christmas is the time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it. Deficits are when adults tell government what they want and their kids pay for it.

There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions.

A man’s indebtedness is not virtue; his repayment is. Virtue begins when he dedicates himself actively to the job of gratitude.

There is not a more pleasing exercise of the mind than gratitude. It is accompanied with such an inward satisfaction that the duty is sufficiently rewarded by the performance