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"Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart for God now accepteth thy works.N.B. Eat, Drink and be merry. See also Luke 1219" »Ecclesiastes 97
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"'Out upon merry Christmas What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer... If I could work my will,' said Scrooge indignantly, 'every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' upon his lips should be boiled with his won pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should'" »Charles Dickens
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"True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked." »Erich Segal
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"What passing bells for these who die as cattleOnly the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan patter out their hasty orisons." »Wilfred Owen
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"I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise." »William Shakespeare, "Othello", Act 2 scene 1
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"I am not merry but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise." »William Shakespeare
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"He that is of a merry heart hasth a continual feast." »Biblical Proverb
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"A merry Christmas to everybody A happy New Year to all the world" »Charles Dickens
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"Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast." »William Shakespeare
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"Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols." »Thomas Mann
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"Home is the wallpaper above the bed, the family dinner table, the church bells in the morning, the bruised shins of the playground, the small fears that come with dusk, the streets and squares and monuments and shops that constitute one's first universe." »Henry Anatole Grunwald
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"Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig, and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun." »Matt Groening
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"Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig, then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun." »Matt Groening
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"Life, like a merry-go-round, may make you dizzy but you have to hold on even in the hardest of times" »Alishia May
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"I endeavor to be wise when I cannot be merry, easy when I cannot be glad, content with what cannot be mended and patient when there be no redress." »Elizabeth Montagu
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"'A merry Christmas, uncle God save you' cried a cheerful voice. 'Bah' said Scrooge. 'Humbug'" »Charles Dickens
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"Pagodas are, like mosques, true houses of prayer; ?Tis prayer that church bells waft upon the air; Kaaba and temple, rosary and cross, All are but divers tongues of world-wide prayer." »Omar Khayyam
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"You may search my time-worn face, You'll find a merry eye that twinkles I am NOT an old lady Just a little girl with wrinkles." »Edythe E. Bregnard
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"The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory." »Truman Capote
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"Then Bob proposed 'A merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us' Which all his family re-echoed. 'God bless us every one' said Tiny Tim, the last of all." »Charles Dickens
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"I had rather have a fool make me merry, than experience make me sad." »William Shakespeare
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"For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into two halves - to wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so much as mention Him on a week-day. Do you think He cares to see only kneeling figures and to hear only tones of prayer - and that He does not also love to see the lambs leaping in the sunlight, and to hear the merry voices of the children, as they roll amoung the hay? Surely their innocent laughter is as sweet in His ears as the grandest anthem that ever rolled up from the "dim religious light" of some solemn cathedral?" »Lewis Carroll
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"Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun." »William Shakespeare
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