Quotes About Festivity

Big dress, cocktails, party - I love that. It is my work, but my work allow me to have glamour, to wear beautiful and amazing dresses, to go to big ceremonies.

When you work hard...it's only fair that you party hard.

New Year's Day probably is not going to work. And one of the main reasons it's not going to work is that the Rose Bowl is on New Year's Day, and it's not moving.

It's a party that's being organized; it's not a protest. The carnival is not like it was a long time ago. Before it was do as you like, take to the streets.

After all, my mother is a Maharashtrian, and I have grown up in Girgaum, amidst a lot of Maharashtrians and I have even danced on the streets during the Ganpati processions.

When a lot of people are calling it a night at 2 A.M., New Orleans is coming alive.

New Orleans is awake all night, and every night is a party.

There's so much music going on in New Orleans.

I just don't like the word 'fun'--it's like Volkswagen, or bell-bottoms, or patchouli-oil or bean-sprouts...it rubs me up the wrong way.

Meanwhile the Hemulen was arranging firework set pieces in suitable places. They had Bengal Lights, Blue-Star Rain, Silver Fountains, and Rockets that exploded with stars.

WAKE UP! WE'RE LATE FOR DRINKING!!

the mood is festive with a subtext of anarchy.

But I wondered about the noise and roistering: what had this cacophony and masquerade to do with the Day of the Dead?

The Days of the Dead was just such a fiesta. It was a solemn ritual, it was a vigil in graveyards, it was a masquerade, it was a binge, it was an occasion for dressing up and looking fabulous, it included political protest, and it was a party.

Life would be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we're living right now.

The party is a true art form in Sydney and people practise it a great deal. You can really get quite lost in it.

like a glass of champagne?

Once again, we come to the holiday season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice.

Shall we go to Bethlehem, men? Or shall we DANCE

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast!

Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with some delight?

Christmas dresser feeling pleasure

The season of domestic goodwill and festivity must have posed a problem to all good Victorian family men with more than one family to take care of, particularly when there were two lots of children to receive the demonstrations of paternal love.