Alcohol, I had learned, was an eloquent if somewhat inaccurate interpreter. I had placed my trust that December night in glass after… — Monique Truong Copy Share Image
In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There is no a single verse in the bible that says Jesus was born on 25th of December? or says anything regarding… — AbdelGhz Copy Share Image
It is the middle of December now, and we are about to travel to Switzerland - where we plan to ski a… — Hugh Laurie Copy Share Image
A springlike autumn's balmy breeze reaches afar. The sun shines on the house of a recluse South of the river; They encourage… — Sun Bu'er Copy Share Image
'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?' I don't suppose the water's changed at all. You and I know enough to… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
It was a dreamlike time for me from December 1997 to March of '98. Before that, I was basically unknown. Then, bang!… — Ben Affleck Copy Share Image
For me, 'I Am Woman' is all about transition. I turned 21 in December, so I'm not completely grown up yet but… — Jordin Sparks Copy Share Image
In Naples, Fla., I met a self-made man, a multimillionaire, whose round penthouse apartment is home to Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Claude Monet, Henry… — Jane Leavy Copy Share Image
This prophecy of a coming enlightenment is echoed in virtually every faith and philosophical tradition on Earth. Hindus call it the Krita… — Dan Brown Copy Share Image
In the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (December 1948) in most solemn form, the dignity of a person is acknowledged to all… — Pope John XXIII Copy Share Image
“The Winter Miles The roads of solitude grow whiter, And stones beneath us paler, While the green fades completely — Ahead of us. Grey is… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
I started rowing in December 1995. The place was Association Nautique Faontainbleau in France. A friend of mine from middle school told… — Xeno Muller Copy Share Image
As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December's bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are… — Donald E. Westlake Copy Share Image
“December is an old friend; it reminds you of the past, together you share some laughs and tears, you feel warm-hearted though… — Mohamed Atef Copy Share Image
I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“December is a bewitching month. The grey of cold teases to explode into something worthwhile, into a dream of cold, a starlight… — Joseph Coelho Copy Share Image
I'll obey them in the winter when the doctors say to me I must give up ham and spinach, and obedient I'll… — Edgar Guest Copy Share Image
For the third year in a row, the United States has set a record for winter warmth, federal scientists reported yesterday. With… — William K. Stevens Copy Share Image
After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941, the United States would enter, in a formal way, what had been up… — John Henrik Clarke Copy Share Image
Yesterday, December 7, 1941 a date which will live in infamy the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by… — Franklin D. Roosevelt Copy Share Image
“Christmastime was always my favorite time of year. It did something to me. It made me softer. More kindhearted. Not an affliction… — Serena Valentino Copy Share Image
I had Cooper in December and was back on the red carpet in January. I picked him up and took him to… — Melissa Rivers Copy Share Image
To the American People: Christmas is not a time or a season but a state of mind. To cherish peace and good… — Calvin Coolidge Copy Share Image
Well apparently nothing as of December 13, 1978. There was 20 trained police officers came to the house, with a warrant..searched the… — John Wayne Gacy Copy Share Image
My parents subscribed to both Time and Newsweek and in 1978, I remember the covers of both that December were of the… — Julia Scheeres Copy Share Image
Describing life out of the public eye to David Letterman, December 6th, 1996 It's been different. I started driving again. I started… — Barbara Bush Copy Share Image
“...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
Did the walls of the barn start to tremble With a glory they could not contain? Did anyone wake with the feeling… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
Since, O sweet Lord Jesus, Thou art the present portion of Thy people, favour us this year with such a sense of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Now the seasons are closing their files on each of us, the heavy drawers full of certificates rolling back into the tree… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
“He had waited a long time for this special December. Now that it was almost upon him, he wasn’t frightened, but he… — Lois Lowry Copy Share Image
The Caucus I joined in 1953 had as many Boer War veterans as men who had seen active service in World War… — Gough Whitlam Copy Share Image
When Alex left for Alaska," Franz remembers, "I prayed. I asked God to keep his finger on the shoulder of that one;… — Jon Krakauer Copy Share Image
January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
The chilly December day! two shivering bicycle mechanics from Dayton, Ohio first felt their homemade contraption whittled out of hickory sticks, gummed… — John Dos Passos Copy Share Image
Senseless is the breast and cold Which relenting love would fold; Bloodless are the veins and chill Which the pulse of pain… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December;… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I was born on the eighteenth of December, 1935, in the town Bourg-en-Bresse, about thirty miles northeast of Lyon, the second of… — Jacques Pepin Copy Share Image
An ash-gray dog with a white blaze on its forehead burst onto the rough terrain of the market on the first Sunday… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
