Happy Holidays Quotes

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. Wishing you happiness.
- Helen Keller

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
- Hamilton Wright Mabie

The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others' burdens, easing others' loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of the holidays.
-W. C. Jones

The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The purpose and cause of the incarnation was that He might illuminate the world by His wisdom and excite it to the love of Himself.
Peter Abelard

The purpose and cause of the incarnation was that He might illuminate the world by His wisdom and excite it to the love of Himself.
Peter Abelard

There were his young barbarians all at play There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.
Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

And that was the way The deuce was to pay As it always is, at the close of the day That gave us-- Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! (With some restrictions, the fault-finders say) That which, please God, we will keep for aye Our National Independence!
Will Carleton

Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in holiday humor and like enough to consent.
William Shakespeare

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
William Shakespeare

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
William Shakespeare

You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry. Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.
William Shakespeare

Time for work,--yet take Much holiday for art's and friendship's sake.
George James de Wilde

The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;-- The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that our of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow