Quotes About Festivity

But life is just a party, and parties weren't meant to last.

Why party like it is 1999 when you can party like it is your birthday?

You are invited to the festival of this world and your life is blessed

Tu es invité au festival de ce monde.

There's nothing better on Christmas morning than waking up to the smell of breakfast!

I'm a big fan of the effects of alcohol.

March 15th is the most important day of the year. It's my birthday.

Birthdays are about doing something fun and interesting.

The bowl games are only supposed to be a fun reward.

Christmas time... is about bringing everyone together.

There's always a party in my bus.

You can have parties without spending enormous sums of money.

Christmas is always the most fun. I start looking forward to Christmas before it's even summertime.

My ultimate cheat meal, and my last meal if I was on death row, would be a roast dinner. I'm just such a Sunday roast fan. But I also want the dessert - I want the cheese board.

Celebrating Christmas without subscribing to Christianity is like watching the Super Bowl without watching a regular season game. Some people watch the Super Bowl for the commercials; others watch it for the halftime show.

Super Bowl Sunday is an American holiday at this point. Usually, I'll have people over, and it's pretty much just a chill day. Football is on all day.

Life is a festival only to the wise.

Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.

Accordion, harmonica, wine, shout, dance, wail, roundabout, clash of pan, laughter.

Mother's bread crumb stuffing was particularly delicious this year, made with apples, prunes, chestnuts, thyme, tarragon, fine-cut onions and celery. In the lush salad of many gourmet greens were tiny sections of clementines, dried cranberries, chopped escarole, cherry tomatoes from Mexico. The mashed sweet potatoes were (secretly) laced with marshmallow—one of Mother's prized family recipes.

a real sport." The waiter popped the cork and

Brilliantly lit from stem to stern, she looked like a sagging birthday cake.

Wednesdays were the best thing about Atlantis. The middle of the week was a traditional holiday there. Everyone stopped work and celebrated the fact that half the week was over.

Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'twas Christmas told the merriest tale; a Christmas gambol oft could cheer the poor man's heart through half the year.