Quotes About Festivity

Christmas lights may be the loneliest thing for me, especially if you mix them up with reindeers and sleighs. I feel alone. I feel isolated. I feel I do not belong.

It is however good when people get drunk. When they drink miyet with happy hearts. It is however good when mouths shout for joy.

The thing to do,' I said as we gained the lane that leads to Beech Green and Fairacre, 'is to get absolutely everything in the summer and lock it in a cupboard. Then order every scrap of food from a shop the week before Christmas and sit back and enjoy watching everyone else go mad. I've been meaning to do it for years.

I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September, the bad pop star recordings of Christmas carols, the decorations that don't know when to come down.

Did you know that Christmas Day is absolutely the best day to fly? It is. No crowded airports and crowded planes. I always flew to Australia. That's what Christmas was for me - a plane journey to the next tournament.

Oh, here's a gift for The Third Tuesday in October, didn't you know that's a holiday? Well, I bought you a book.

You would think," added Art, "that a wedding was a great thing." "Well," replied Old Hector, "it's not a small thing, as a rule. They contrive, one way or another, to make a lot of it.

The women's hall, if anything, was even bawdier than the men's. Veils were askew and sleeves were tucked in belts. Arddun and Gwladus could barely keep up with filling the cups and Hunric's wife, inarticulate with mead, was shaking a broken-stringed lyre as though it were a choking baby.

Iacchus, Iacchus,

To adore. To be adored." What vulgar words, there is something shallow and too self-satisfied in them. Just when these words are spoken on a festive occasion, a magnificent temple starts to fall, and after that, there is only complete indifference.

When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.

The proper behavior all through the holiday season is to be drunk. This drunkenness culminates on New Year's Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you're married to.

It's a party. A big Dog Party.

With upwards of a million people attending, give yourself over to the crowd and join a massive 100,000-strong conga line like the one that set the world's record in 1988.

Champagne, always champagne. Make mine Veuve-Clicquot.

The madness of Christmas is not to be resisted by any human means. It either stealthily creeps or crudely batters its way into every fastness or fortress of prudence all over the land.

You see more undone buttons and exposed podge outside a beer tent than anywhere short of the Flaborama on Boojus 5.

The farther we've gotten from the magic and mystery of our past, the more we've come to need Halloween. October Dreams: A celebration of Halloween

When I [see] Christmas lights being strung . . . and Santa Clauses in the store windows, I [know] Thanksgiving [is] not far away.

David and all the Israelites were celebrating before God with all their might, with songs and on harps and lyres, with tambourines, cymbals, and trumpets.

singing to the tambourine and lyre and making merry at the sound of the flute.

The LORD is God; He has made His light to shine upon us. Bind the festal sacrifice with cords to the horns of the altar.

their festive robes, capes, cloaks, and purses;

You will sing as on the night of a holy festival, and your heart will rejoice like one who walks to the music of a flute, going up to the mountain of the LORD, to the Rock of Israel.