celebrations Quotes

“I believe that tidying is a celebration, a special send-off for those things that will be departing from the house, and therefore I dress accordingly.”

“The men were congratulating one another, talking about what they had accomplished; trying to piece together the sequence of events. They were the victors, happy, proud, full of themselves.”

Mark Knopfler has an extraordinary ability to make a Schecter Custom Stratocaster hoot and sing like angels on a Saturday night, exhausted from being good all week and needing a stiff drink.

“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”

“Hard work is a prison sentence only if it does not have meaning. Once it does, it becomes the kind of thing that makes you grab your wife around the waist and dance a jig.”

“I’m doing fine. On my festival days they still feast on eggs and rabbits, on candy and on flesh, to represent rebirth and copulation. They wear flowers in their bonnets and they give each other flowers. They do it in my name. More and more of them every year. In my name, old wolf.”

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.”

“Darkness devours every shining day. Darkness demands and always has its way. Darkness listens, watches, waits. Darkness claims the day and celebrates. Sometimes in silence darkness comes. Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums.”

“It’s the Centennial Celebration,” Grandma said. “We’re all going back to the old days and the old ways for a week.” “Grandma,” I said, “you never gave up any of the old ways.”

“Paul is a model of what should be done. He is not a model for how it should be done. Let’s celebrate him. Let’s make sure people are inspired by him. But we can’t say anybody should or could be just like him.”

“Words of Emancipation didn’t arrive until the middle of June so they called it Juneteenth. So that was it, the night of Juneteenth celebration, his mind went on. The celebration of a gaudy illusion.”

“We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.”

“Happiness is knowing how to celebrate.”

“The wedding-planning front will turn serious soon enough. For now, put first things first. Celebrate. Have fun!”

“Don’t get bogged down in wedding planning too quickly. First have fun. Celebrate!”

“Celebrate the people in your life who are there because they love you for no other reason than because you are YOU.”

“This is a birthday present from my Uncle Ry,” Stillwater said. “He always gives presents on his birthday, to celebrate the day he was born.”

“The festivities are over, night has fallen, the stars have risen in the sky. King Babar and Queen Celeste are indeed very happy. Now the world is asleep. The guests have gone home, happy, though tired from too much dancing. They will long remember this great celebration.”

“Bonjour Madeleine. Let’s celebrate”

“The wedding was lovely, the cake was delicious.”

“Back in City Zoo, stories of their escape were being celebrated in every cage. They had fast become heroes- the stuff of legends.”

“Cowboy Ned’s birthday is tomorrow, and he’s sad because nobody is around to celebrate. To cheer him up, his good friend Andy the horse journeys into the desert to find some birthday cake.”

″“I remember how happy Gracey was that afternoon, but it didn’t last long. When they got off that bus, every one of those kids was celebrating, white kids, black kids, it didn’t matter, but the next morning all the fun was washed out of the white kids.”

“This will be Elmer’s day. All elephants must decorate themselves and Elmer will decorate himself in elephant colour.”

“Just liek their mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother before them, they, too, use the quilt to celebrate birthdays and make superhero capes. ”

“When the end of the war did come, it came swiftly. [...] There was little joy, little celebration of victory, only a sense of profound relief.”

“Whoopee for Mr. Magnolia’s new boot!”

“As a culture, we love a celebration. We love a first. We hold them high. We all marvel at headlines and highlight reels. But we rarely discuss the marks and scars and bruises that come with breaking through glass ceilings.”

“My father got the dog drunk on cherry brand at the party last night. If the RSPCA hear about it he could get done. Eight days have gone by since Christmas Day but my mother still hasn’t worn the green lurex apron I bought her for Christmas! She will get bath-cubes next year. ”

“I thought you were a Parsee and celebrate only the Parsee festivals.” “Oh no, no, no, boy,” cried Mr. Panwallah comically. “What would be the fun of that? And why should I miss the fun of all the Hindu and Muslim festivals? No, no, I believe in sharing everything, enjoying everything. That is why I have so much fun, eh? No gloom for me, eh?”

It’s Gwyn Griffiths’ birthday, but celebrations are frowned on, as it is also the anniversary of his sister’s disappearance on the mountains above his house.

“One fine spring morning there were six baby Plumpsters in the nest. Mr. Plumpster was delighted, and he invited his friends round to celebrate.”

“They were just about to celebrate the wedding when beneath the bench old Mr. Fox began to stir. He attacked the entire party with blows and drove them all out of the house, including Mrs. Fox.”

“For everyone knows you cannot give your mother a red roof, a yellow taxi-cab, a green caterpillar, or a blue lake for her birthday. ”

“The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took him to a shipyard, but not mighty sailing ships were built that day. Instead the once-strong tree was made into a simple fishing boat.”

“The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. ‘What happened’ the once-tall tree wondered.”

“This information is definite and suited to the matter of fact; but how pitifully inadequate it would have seemed to one who understood that it was also the supreme hour of ecstasy in the life of one of God’s gentlest creatures, the scene of the wedding feast and the joy-transfiguration of little Ona Lukoszaite!”