Hallmark Christmas Quotes

Ever make toast? The act of browning bread. Apply butter or maybe jam afterward. Once finished, you can’t unmake it. You can’t change it back to bread. That’s what love is. Toast.

Love should never be left to its own devices.

I want to always feel the way that I do here in Evergreen.” Her smile was bright. “The feeling of home.

Girls need love, not braids.

Someone once said hell was other people. They were right. Specifically, hell was watching other people swan around an ice rink, drinking hot chocolate and making googly eyes at each other like they were in the middle of a goddamn Hallmark movie. It wasn’t even Christmas season, for fuck’s sake. It was worse. It was Valentine’s Day. A muscle flexed in my jaw as Bridget’s laughter floated over, joined by Steffan’s deeper laugh, and the urge to murder someone—someone male with blond hair and a name that began with S—intensified. What was so fucking hilarious, anyway? I couldn’t imagine anything being that funny, least of all something Steffan the Saint said.

Make a movie out of this, Hallmark.  Being carried away to drown by a warrior on horseback for not embracing the holiday spirit is certainly more motivating than watching a jaded CEO move to a small town where she falls in love with Christmas and her hunky neighbor.

Oh my god, you are from a fake Hallmark country,” Leo deadpanned.

Happiness - whether you're experiencing it or creating it for others - is important. And happiness and comfort, it turns out, are not the same things.

You don't let go of love without a fight." He smiled at her. "The part where you talk to him. The part where you try to keep him. The part where you let him decide he doesn't want you instead of making that decision for him.

His world shrank so those lips were the world. That rosebud. That heart. He swooped in, but stopped just short of her mouth, so the steam from his breath joined with hers. Waited. Because although he had come, rather rapidly, to his "fuck it" revelation, that didn't mean she had. He hoped she had. Please let her have. There were only a few millimeters between them. She closed the gap. It was different this time. This was premeditated, and they were in her secret place in the middle of the goddamn Alps.

Heat surges over my face as we near the table where my friends all sit staring at us like we’re a Hallmark Christmas movie with a twist of porn. Someone should explore that topic.

Both issues have articles by Elijah—one about a former boy band star who’s been cast in a Hallmark-esque Christmas movie,

The lobby coffee shop looked like the bastard love child of a Hallmark movie and an ugly Christmas sweater.

I feel like I landed in a Hallmark movie or something. Scenic mountains, small town, snowstorm, rescued by the handsome stranger who also happens to have the local hardware store.

Bonner and Casey lived in different worlds. City and country.

It's like a Hallmark movie...if Hallmark movies had hot sex - Cat Johnson

popular Hallmark and Lifetime Christmas movies, of which there seem to be hundreds churned out every year, often feature a young woman from the city who finds herself stuck in a small town through some accident of fortune, whereupon she learns the value of a simpler life and often dumps her no-good boyfriend back in the city in favor of the hunky small-town man she meets early in the movie.

This isn’t a Hallmark Christmas movie. This is real life.

How long have you lived here?” I asked. “Six years. Came for Christmas one year, fell in love. I’m basically a Hallmark heroine, except my true love is the town instead of a Christmas tree farmer or a cute handyman. Though,

Some families sing Christmas carols and bicker over the last piece of pie. We make enough pie for everyone to have their own, fight over it anyway, and risk our lives for each other on a random Monday. She’s not growing up in a Hallmark movie. I want her to know that I love her enough to do more than just bake the damn pie. That my love isn’t afraid of scary places.

I’m here for a week, and my life is not some cliché Hallmark movie, where the corporate girl falls for the sweet, small-town guy when she comes home for Christmas to save the family business or some other contrived festive nonsense.

The hallmark of Christmas is charity.

Eldovia.” He snorted. “It sounds like one of those fake Hallmark Channel countries.” “Leo!” the girl protested. “That was so rude!

I think,” he drawled. “This Hallmark movie is about to get a lot more interesting.

For god’s sake, Leo thought as he and Gabby approached a cabin in the woods a half mile or so out of the village, this damn country really is a Hallmark movie come to life.

Holy shit, Gabby FaceTimed me earlier and showed me her room. You really ARE in a Hallmark movie. But seriously, are you hanging in there? HELLO? Where are you? Have you been indoctrinated into an Alpine cult? Don’t do that. I’d miss you.

It was the Hallmark movie he’d teased Marie about, except he was pretty sure Hallmark movies didn’t end in heartbreak and ruin. Of course, they also didn’t feature as much fucking as had happened the past few days, so clearly he was on the wrong channel.

Now you can spend the rest of the holidays the right way: relaxing at home with cocoa and Hallmark Christmas movies. Like me.

Maybe tomorrow is not a day of the week.

I would like to note that this book is basically a Hallmark movie with spice. Minimal angst and drama, lots of Christmas cheer. Sometimes, you just want something warm and cozy and fluffy (and spicy, don’t you worry) this time of year,

Everything with him was great, but it was great in the way a Hallmark Christmas movie was great. Everything looked perfect—the clothing, the setting, the words—but none of it felt . . . real.

He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. Because why not? A cabdriver from the Bronx didn't have that many opportunities to spend the evening with a princess, and when he did - especially if she was a sad princess - he should probably seize the chance to kiss her hand.

Oh my god, you are from a fake Hallmark country," Leo deadpanned.

Show me your room." H reversed the phone and made for the bathroom. "Let me show you the soap I ate earlier.

I think," he drawled. "This Hallmark movie is about to get a lot more interesting.

Hey Princess, you wanna see my chimney up close?

Make a Christmas Wish… But Only if You Know What Your Heart Really Wants.

Hallmark handsome

Christmas is big business in Eldovia. We have an annual Cocoa Fest on Christmas Eve day. Restaurants and pubs participate, and so does the palace. We make big cauldrons of different kinds of cocoa and serve them outside on the grounds.” “Are you kidding me?” Gabby demanded. Marie laughed. “I am entirely in earnest. And there’s a Cocoa Ball in the evening—though that’s not for children.” She wasn’t sure why she added that qualifier. It wasn’t as if Gabby, whose eyes had grown comically wide, would be around to be told she couldn’t attend the ball. “Oh my god, you are from a fake Hallmark country,” Leo deadpanned.

The plot of a Hallmark movie, invariably, was City Bitch Learns to Kiss a Truck . . . on Christmas. The city bitches were exactly thirty-seven years old. Their eyes were wide with christ coke. And at the end, they were so happy to be finally taught their lesson, happy to stay in the hometowns forever, with family.

To Hallmark, for reminding me that Christmas is the perfect time for questionable choices.

To Hallmark for giving us all the Christmas movies that nobody asked for but we all watch anyway.

Oh, shut up, Holly,” Thad spat. “I’m supposed to be skiing right now, but instead I have to rescue you from this… thing. This monster. I know you can be an idiot sometimes, but really? A lizard? What, is this some twisted Hallmark-movie shit? Home for the holidays, and the heroine falls in love with a fucking dinosaur?