Happy Yule Quotes

Yule is supposed to be a celebration and a consolation, a moment of warm brightness in the heart of winter, a time to eat because you know that the lean times are coming when food will be scarce and ice locks the land, and a time to be happy and get drunk and behave irresponsibly and wake up the next morning wondering if you will ever feel well again, but the West Saxons handed the feast to the priests who made it as joyous as a funeral.

Maumivu ya matatizo ya yule aliyekukosea hayana tofauti na maumivu ya matatizo ya wewe uliyekosewa. Adui yako (kwa mfano) akifiwa na mke aliyempenda sana, atajisikia vibaya kama utakavyojisikia vibaya kufiwa na mke uliyempenda sana. Kuwa na huruma kwa waliokukosea, wakati wa shida.

Come to the Yule dance with me,” he says. “I don’t know what that is.” “It’s a dance held every Yule at the University for Gardnerian scholars and graduates. Come with me.” I swallow, not believing this is happening. It has to be a dream. “All right,” I say, nodding dumbly. He grins widely and reaches up to play with my hair. “We should be getting back,” he says ruefully. “Your aunt will be wondering what became of you.” “Oh, I don’t know,” I say, drawn in by his languid touch. “She seemed pretty happy to see us leave together.” Overjoyed, actually. “Yes, well...” he agrees, chuckling. He pulls away and offers me his arm. I thread my arm through his, part of me feeling oddly reckless, not wanting to leave, wanting to stay here alone with him, to feel the fire of his kiss light up the room.

Yule (20–25 December). Yule is like Christmas but slightly earlier and a good excuse to have even more food. This Festival of Rebirth is also the winter solstice celebration, which marks the shortest day of the year and the hope of more light to come. At this time of the year when our light is at a premium, Yule is a good chance to remind ourselves of what makes us happy – whether that’s family, friends, fairy lights or copious amounts of sprouts; I’ll let you decide.

Yule is supposed to be a celebration and a consolation, a moment of warm brightness in the heart of winter, a time to eat because you know that the lean times are coming when food will be scarce and ice locks the land, and a time to be happy and get drunk and behave irresponsibly and wake up the next morning wondering if you will ever feel well again, but the West Saxons handed the feast to the priests who made it as joyous as a funeral. I

Your smile is the only Christmas gift that I need this year.

Well—perhaps there was something fine and sweet and holy in the country something—a tranquil simplicity—a hearty ruggedness—that city dwellers forfeited in their head-long rush for man-made pleasure. After all, perhaps the most enduring happiness lay in the heart of these quiet hills.

It’s what your family is known for. Happiness. Delight. Your grandfather is known around the world as the Saint of Cheer. You, Lady Eve, are the Granddaughter of Santa Claus.

Desiree was happy. Although she managed to not showcase any dour mannerisms, Eve knew well that she was isolated. Certainly inadvertently. However, alone nonetheless. Eve’s stomach curled. Her expression tensed. While her surroundings were euphoric, Eve struggled to feel that something. And she could not comprehend why.

One of the best gifts I ever received is also one of my favorite memories. When I was about three or four years old, all the little kids in my family got to unwrap a giant box of balloons. We were overjoyed. Colorful balloons fell to the ground everywhere. My grandparents smiled. All my aunts and uncles laughed, and my parents were happy. It is still one of the warmest memories of my life. My heart leaps just thinking about it. When I became a mother, I wanted to give my children that kind of memory. I also wanted them to appreciate gifts like that -- simple and inexpensive yet meaningful and filled with joy. So when my eldest daughters were five and three, I saved the biggest box I could get. I blew up so many balloons that my mouth went numb. And when it came to wrapping everything, I spent hours fighting with wrapping paper, ribbon, and tape to make it look perfect. But when I finished, I knew my girls would have the time of their life.