Dry Erase Wall Quotes December 2021

December: A Bewitching Month

Something about December brings out the reflective side in people. Although for many of us, the month is all about preparing for the Holidays, there’s a lot more about December to be valued. Its quiet, reflective character is an aspect to take pleasure in just as much as the bountiful energy and colorful flowers of spring. Hopefully, after posting them on your dry erase painted wall, these December quotes will show you some other features to treasure about the month and provide a little motivation, inspiration, and food for thought as well.

Reflections on December

“Of all the months of the year, there is not a month one half so welcome to the young, or so full of happy associations, as the last month of the year.”
― Charles Dickens

“Spring is too busy, too full of itself, too much like a 20-year-old to be the best time for reflection, re-grouping, and starting fresh. For that, you need December.”
― Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler’s Journal of Staying Put

“It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.” ― Sarah Kay
“I’m learning to make things nice for myself. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky, in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk an early morning in December.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

“There’s something super special about December.”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“There is October in every November and there is November in every December! All seasons melted in each other’s life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When December comes, can ‘The Nutcracker’ be far behind? No, it can’t, not in America, anyway.”
― Robert Gottlieb

“December’s immaculate coldness feels warm. December feels like blood.”
― Zinaida Gippius

“December 25th has become guilt and obligation.”
― Phil Donahue

“December has the clarity, the simplicity, and the silence you need for the best fresh start of your life.”
― Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler’s Journal of Staying Put

“Eating a meal in Japan is said to be a communion with nature, where foods at their peak of freshness reflect the seasonal spirit of that month. For December, the spirit is “Freshness and Cold.”
― Victoria Abbott Riccardi, Untangling My Chopsticks: A Culinary Sojourn in Kyoto

“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”
― Jack Kerouac

“May and October, the best-smelling months? I’ll make a case for December: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.”
― William Shakespeare

“People can’t concentrate on blowing other people to pieces if their minds are on thoughts suitable to the twenty-fifth of December.”
― Ogden Nash

“December is a bewitching month. The grey of cold teases to explode into something worthwhile, into a dream of cold, a starlight shower you can taste, a cold that does not chill.”
― Joseph Coelho, A Year of Nature Poems

“December, a desperate celebration of an end.”
― Chandrama Deshmukh, A Teaspoon Of Stars

“It is never over, though we are in December!”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

“December is the holdout month, all the others torn away.”
― Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians

“December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.”
― Fennel Hudson

“Remember this December, that love weighs more than gold.”
― Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon

“I detest ‘Jingle Bells,’ ‘White Christmas,’ ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,’ and the obscene spending bonanza that nowadays seems to occupy not just December, but November and much of October, too.”
― Richard Dawkins

“Who is not a love seeker when December comes? Even children pray to Santa Claus.”
― Rod McKuen

“Christmas is a time when you get homesick even when you’re home.”
― Carol Nelson

“I’ve come to believe that whoever I am didn’t start in December, and isn’t going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future.”
― Patty Duke

“Christmas begins about the first of December with an office party and ends when you finally realize what you spent, around April fifteenth of the next year.”
― P. J. O’Rourke

“My December is typically one big, sweaty ‘wintry mix’ blur, not a punch-laden, heartwarming mixer.”
― Emily Weiss

“If you are feeling some December blues, don’t fight it. Instead, do something for yourself. Be reflective. Let the emotions exist. And be encouraged that, like me, you can get to a better place, but it can take time.”
― Brad Feld

“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”
― James M. Barrie

“What should we speak of when we are old? When we shall hear the rain and wind beat dark December? How in this our pinching cave, shall we discourse the freezing hours away?”
― William Shakespeare

“Michigan isn’t just cold in December; it’s arctic.”
― Daniel Milstein

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn! How did it get so late so soon?
― Dr. Seuss

Mother Nature in December

“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory.”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“I heard a bird sing in the dark of December, a magical thing and sweet to remember. We are nearer to spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”
― Oliver Herford

“By December an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave.”
― Will Chancellor

“In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, and heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.”
― Alexander Pope

“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we tread the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.”
― Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories

“On December the twenty-third, the park was hazy from clammy mists that muted and softened all color and distance. I hurried along paths of mushy leaves, sending startled birds pink-pinking up into the air. I collected evergreens to paint: stiff pine cones, jewel-like berries of black and scarlet, and oval seed pods as lustrous as pearl.”
― Martine Bailey, A Taste for Nightshade

Whiteboard Wall Memories of Decembers Past

“It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.”
― Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas in Wales

“Chill December brings the sleet, blazing fire, and Christmas treat.”
― Sara Coleridge

“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December. And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.”
― Malak El Halabi

“He had been walking for a long time, ever since dark in fact, and dark falls soon in December.”
― Charlotte Riddell

“Christmastime was always my favorite time of year. It did something to me. It made me softer, more kindhearted. Not an affliction I fall prey to lately. But back then I loved the days leading up to Christmas almost as much as I loved the day itself.”
― Serena Valentino, Evil Thing

“And last December drear, with piteous low-drooped head. In a voice of desolation crying out, the year is dead. And so, with changeful gear, with smile or frown or song, the months, in strange variation, are ever gliding along.”
― Edgar Fawcett

“I’m bad on Christmas. I go shopping at nine o’clock on December 24th every year. Nobody else is there. I’m in Toys “R” Us all by myself. I get there five minutes before closing.”
― Jamie Foxx