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"Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood." - A. Goldsworthy
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“I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.” - S. Baume
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“Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.” - J. Muir
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“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” - J. Steinbeck
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“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” Rumi
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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” - L. Carroll
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“Santa Claus has nothing to do with it," the latke said. "Christmas and Hanukah are completely different things." "But different things can often blend together," said the pine tree. "Let me tell you a funny story about pagan rituals.” - L. Snicket
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"A good conscience is a continual Christmas." - B. Franklin
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“I love the scent of winter. I love the scent of winter enough to suffer the cold for it.” - T. Reisz
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“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!” ― Dr. Seuss
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“She cannot receive any power from me greater than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of heart.” - H. B. Paull
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“A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.” - E. Dickinson
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“To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.” - Aristotle
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"People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy."- Anton Chekhov
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“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.” ― Sarah Addison Allen
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"In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different." — Coco Chanel
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“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?” ― Bob Hope
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“You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.” ― John Green
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“She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.” ― R.M. Drake
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“December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...” ― John Geddes A Familiar Rain
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"Being in New York is like falling in love. Over and over again, every minute." — Rachel Berry
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"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!" - C. Wells
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Wear fabulous lingerie, even if no one is going to see it. –Myla London
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“Christmas is not a story of hope. It is hope.” - Craig D. Lounsbrough
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"She had this way of always finding the good and believing in everything despite all she had seen. And that is what they loved the most about her. The pure magic of her undying hope." - Anon
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“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.”― Sarah Addison Allen
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"Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood." - Andy Goldsworthy
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"Tis the season to go ice skating."
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"I'm driving home for Christmas Oh, I can't wait to see those faces I'm driving home for Christmas, yea Well I'm moving down that line And it's been so long But I will be there I sing this song To pass the time away Driving in my car Driving home
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"Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper, decorating and hiding everything and giving a feeling reckless extravagance." - Tove Jansson
