Quotes About Mistletoe

Daisy loved all parades, especially this one, whose crush of observers, prone to impulsive kisses, made it one more piece of the mistletoe under which she lived her life

Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.

For the mistletoe of prejudice thrives nowhere better than on the economic oak.

It's been said that mistletoe extract enhances immune function, which increases the production of the immune cells. When administered as a form of therapy for cancer, the extracts are given by injection under the skin, into a vein or directly into a tumor.

A gleam of humor flickered in those obsidian eyes. "I should warn you, Hannah: when we meet at Stony Cross Park, take care to avoid the mistletoe. For both our sakes.

You really do have some pretty fancy words lately. Yeah. He put the mistletoe in his pocket and pulled her in closer. And here's three more.....I love you.

Mistletoe. Lorie snatched up the dried spirg, and held it to her chest like it was a bar of gold... It's for you. You want to kiss me? Well, why didn't you just say so? Hope leaned in and puckered up. Give me your best shot. Laughing, Lorie shoved her away. I don't want to kiss you. I want someone else to kiss you. A penis-carrying someone.

I want that amazing Christmas kiss. You know, the one where you're under the mistletoe, not even realizing it, and all the sudden he comes up and cups your face in his hand and kisses you, and his kiss leaves you completely breathless? Yeah, that one.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

You might be a redneck if you stand under the mistletoe at Christmas and wait for Granny and cousin Sue-Ellen to walk by.

It's supposed to be jolly, with mistletoe and holly... and other things ending in olly.

The nurses did their best to spruce up the antiseptic corridors but the smell of pine boughs was overpowered by Pine Sol and no one paused beneath the mistletoe on the contagious ward.

In his workshop, he had a can of colle de bois, or wood glue, that he kept hot on a small wood stove. It had an awful smell. He told me it was made from mistletoe berries. I was fascinated by the idea of those little white berries turning into that darkish, thick, sticky, and smelly mixture.

Mistletoe was her new favorite holiday decoration. She would have to hang some in the kitchen. All over the house. And keep the green stuff hanging until Easter. Or Thanksgiving.

Well...unfortunately there's a little problem," he said. "What?" He pointed up. "That." I looked up to see the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling where I'd hung it three hours before. "Okay, but what does that-?" Rhys kissed me. "I really, really, didn't want to like that," he said. "Rhys-" But before I could say anything else, he kissed me again and pulled me closer.

me and a score of slackers, comfortably isolated from the world, attaining our own brand of holiday well-being, no gifts, no Christ child, no tinsel or mistletoe, only a sense of complete freedom.