Quotes About Vibrancy

When I'm telling jokes, I'm constantly in motion. I can't stand in one place.

How crazy it was that people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead

people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead.

Pink is what red looks like when it kicks off its shoes and lets its hair down. -The Eight-Story Kiss

As a result, our big "attic" room was a Hispanic gathering place. Afternoons, it was crowded with boys from Venezuela and Cuba, jabbering away in Spanish, the world's fastest language, seeming to all talk at once. It was like living in a cage full of parrots whose crackers had been laced with crystal meth. I found it agreeably colorful. For whatever reason, Brugál had not

Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color.

From deep inside, her laughter came like the sound of many rivers, freely, deeply, muddily, heading for the room of an open sea.

I put on the best live show, the absolute best live show I can possibly can.

It's a full life, and a merry one.

She is beautiful, isn't she? (Lochlan) Like the first day of spring after a long, harsh winter. (Sin)

I...wanna party every night and rock n roll all day

Jack came whirling in like a little gay tornado with Duchess following him.

Show your true colors. Mine is yellow. — BIG BIRD

Her smile hollowed out his chest. She'd changed since last he saw her. She was brighter. More vibrant. Happiness suited her.

Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age.

Frieda was very special," O'Keeffe recalls. "I can remember very clearly the first time I ever saw her, standing in a doorway, with her hair all frizzed out, wearing a cheap red calico dress that looked as though she'd just wiped out the frying pan with it. She was not thin, and not young, but there was something radiant and wonderful about her.

Looks like, and sounds like, a hell of a party.

He wasn't drunk on liquor, just drunk on what he liked - crowds of people milling.

at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!

His excitement blew out of his eyes in stabs of fiendish light. He rolled his neck in spastic ecstasy. He lisped, he writhed, he flopped, he moaned, he howled, he fell back in despair. He could hardly get a word out, he was so excited with life.

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet." - Jack London

There are two types of people in the world. People who like kids, and people who don't. People who complain about kids screaming on aeroplanes and in restaurants, and those people who love kids and enjoy their energy and enjoy hearing the noise they make and get off on their energy. I am one of those people who happens to love kids.

That's where this exciting bundle of energy and joy named Johnny Olson made his entrance and ultimately did the announcing. I had never seen anything like what I was involved in for the next 15 minutes!

In Mumbai, I found, people practiced a showy, demonstrative kind of love, one unafraid of affection or emotion.