Quotes About Exuberance

The sliding doors between the dining-room and drawing-room had been pulled back and the vast room thus formed was a riot of flowers, balloons and paintings, the long tables with their frost-white cloths sparkling with silver, the side tables groaning under the weight of the cold dishes.

Life streamed through him in splendid flood, glad and rampant, until it seemed that it would burst him asunder in sheer ecstasy and pour forth generously over the world.

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!

I'm happy to sparkle like a glazed disco ball.

Like his countryman, Kiefer Sutherland, Seth Rogen has a voice that's 10 years older than he is - a combination of world-weariness and exuberance, an instrument that he's mastered for specific comic shadings.

I am a man of vehement disposition, with violent enthusiasms, and extreme immoderation in all my passions.

And let us remember too that life, in its exuberance, always succeeds in overflowing the narrow limits within which man thinks he can confine it.

to do with his natural exuberance

Les philosophes disent: Modérez vos joies. Moi je dis: Lâchez-leur la bride, à vos joies. Soyez épris comme des diables. Soyez enragés.

She drank like a Czar and sang like a broken squeezebox and danced like the Sugarplum Fairy cutting loose at last

Yo!" "We good?" "We're good." "Okay. You've broken Mr. Marlowe's window, however." "Apologies, boss. Exuberance.

Be the dot on the exclamation point of life!

Can you imagine opening a bottle of champagne with a bottle opener. I can't. It would eliminate half the fun.

Go insane, go insane — Throw some glitter on it, Make it rain!

On Tony Gwynn: it was a wonder that such an exuberant man could be so patient.

They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy.

the exuberance of the moment drowning out all other sensations but that of music's delicious momentum.

I'm going to have some fabulous nights out with champagne.

So the first thing about the history of rhyme . . . is that it's all happened before. It's all part of these huge rhymeorhythmic circles of exuberance and innovation and surfeit and decay and resurrectional primitivism and waxing sophistication and infill and overgrowth and too much and we can't stand it and let's stop and do something else.

I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.

A festive din now rose and echoed through the palace halls. Lighted lamps hung from the coffered ceiling rich with gold leaf, and torches with high flames prevailed over the night.

There was an ecstasy, a madness about her frolics that was too much of a glad thing.

Non c'è niente che sappia di morte, - continuò, - più del sole d'estate, della gran luce, della natura esuberante. Tu fiuti l'aria e senti il bosco, e ti accorgi che piante e bestie se ne infischiano di te. Tutto vive e si macera in se stesso. La natura è la morte...

It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.