Quotes About Merriment

happiness is the best medicine.

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.

Not all were Anglisc, but they drank and shouted and boasted alike.

The most completely wasted of all days is that in which we have not laughed.

La plus perdue de toutes les journées est celle où l'on n'a pas ri.

Iacchus, Iacchus,

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.

Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.

She laughed so sweet and loud and long it sounded like a bell, a harp, a song.

We were none of us particularly drunk. But then again, none of us were particularly sober either. Our exact positioning between these two points is a matter of pointless conjecture, and I will waste no time on it.

He held up his own. "To Dyanae," he said. "Most lovely." "To Denna, full of delight." "Young and unbending." "Bright and fair." "Ever sought, ever alone." "So wise and so foolish," I said. "So merry and so sad." "Gods of my fathers," Deoch said reverently. "Keep her always so: unchanging, past my understanding, and safe from harm." We both drank and set down our glasses.

for her laugh wasn't the squealing, out-of-control noise of a child, he noted, but a succession of gut-deep, resonant guffaws—merry yaps, to be sure, but at the same time thoughtful, as if she understood why she was laughing, which made her laugh an intelligent laugh, a laugh that laughed at itself even as it laughed at what it was laughing at.

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

then laughed and splashed water

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless host Of syllabubs and jellies and mincepies, And other such ladylike luxuries.

When the man got up to depart with his concubine and his servant, his father-in-law, the girlís father, said to him, “Look, the day is drawing to a close. Please spend the night. See, the day is almost over. Spend the night here, that your heart may be merry. Then you can get up early tomorrow for your journey home.”

On the seventh day, when the kingís heart was merry with wine, he ordered the seven eunuchs who served him—Mehuman, Biztha, Harbona, Bigtha, Abagtha, Zethar, and Carkas—

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

and for the land of my people, overgrown with thorns and briers—even for every house of merriment in this city of revelry.