Quotes About Parades

As a kid, I saw those ticker-tape parades in the movies, and I was really chuffed to be in one.

My vision is one of celebrations and banquets, diplomas and banners, rings and parades.

I'm one of those old-fashioned homosexuals, not one of the newfangled ones who are born joining parades.

I'm from New Orleans, which is all about direct engagement out in the street with all the parades and Mardi Gras Indians and jazz funerals. I'm trying to take that and put it into my generation, a group that doesn't have enough joy and celebration in their lives.

My first job ever was selling balloons with my brother at parades when I was about six years old. My father wanted us to learn about money, how to make it, save it, spend it, etc.

Growing up in L.A., every kid wants to play for the Lakers. As a kid I went to their championship parades, bought a Kobe jersey - I went to the gym and made everybody call me Kobe - loved Shaq, loved the three-peat.

Easter egg hunts and parades are nothing new to any household or city, however nobody does it better then the Big Apple.

I like doing parades, particularly those where a lot of people turn out.

I don't go home to parades.

Now you watch the parades and processions of hopeful and despairing people walking outside your tomb. They are all looking for the answer to the problem you know so well.

As I started to pursue the subject more deeply I realized that walking was this wonderful meandering path through everything I was already interested in - gender politics, public space and urban life, demonstrations and parades and marches. The relationship between walking and thinking and between the mind and the body.

Parades should be classed as a nuisance and participants should be subject to a term in prison.

We were in Chagrin Falls, Ohio. It's a nice town, but it's aggressively quaint. They've got a popcorn shop above a waterfall and parades that come through town. It's all-American.

I've been in some small parades where they have turned down some side street and a few people are sitting on the curb with a ham sandwich and a beer. Waving to them is like walking into a living room and waving.

People crown kings and queens at homecoming parades all the time. We do a lot of things in our society that are simply symbolic.

Why am I begging you, who parades your suffering over the ruins like a king in order to ensure that you will never be touched deeply, you who're always laughing.

Finnish troops knew they were in the army to fight, not to march in parades, and in the kind of war they were called upon to fight, that was precisely the right set of priorities.

Nor could they compete very well with the immensity of the Stalin cult in all its forms: the parades celebrating Stalin as a god on earth, the newspapers describing his heroic deeds, the radio addresses, the history books written by the Kremlin ideologists, the rallies and paramilitary drills of the Young Pioneers.

While there are towns and cities still planning Memorial Day parades, many have not held a parade in decades. Some think the day is for honoring anyone who has died, not just those fallen in service to our country.

These struggles to change the world: I've seen them end either in a miserable dictatorship bloated with simplistic ideology applied with no less primitive rhetoric, or in a profitable business for a handful of cynics who always pretend to be disinterested, decent people committed to the welfare of the country and its inhabitants. In either case, the dead, the orphans and widows, become pretexts for parades and ceremonies as sickening as they are hypocritical. The great lie built on grief.

In the poetry of immigrants, nostalgia is as common as confetti at parades or platitudes at political conventions.

According to tarot historian Gertrude Moakley, the cards' fanciful images - from the Fool to Death - were inspired by the costumed figures who participated in carnival parades.

I finish the potatoes. She send me to the TV to watch the parades. Dad stumbles downstairs. How is she? he asked before he goes in the kitchen. It's Thanksgiving, I say. Dad puts on his coat. Doughnuts? he asks. I nod.

I used to come to the gay pride parades in New York. I've been to a few down in Miami Beach, if memory serves.