Quotes About Celebration

Globetrotting destroys ethnocentricity, helping us understand and appreciate other cultures. Rather than fear the diversity on this planet, celebrate it. Among your most prized souvenirs will be the strands of different cultures you choose to knit into your own character. The world is a cultural yarn shop, and Back Door travelers are weaving the ultimate tapestry.

Noticing the twinkling lights strung up in honor of the holy month of Ramadan, I thought "Charming- they've draped Christmas lights between their minarets." But a Turk might come into my house and say, "Charming- he's draped Ramadan lights on his Christmas tree.

Funerals in México are also about drowning sorrow with liquor. The coffee is spiked with tequila

J'ai tendu des cordes de clocher a clocher; des guirlandes de fenetre a fenetre; des chaines d'or d'etoile a etoile, et je danse.

When Aaji first learned to spell her name, she did a little dance.

It was July 4, 1836. The first white women had crossed the Rockies on Independence Day.

These big birthday parties my friends make for their kids. One of my friends had a surprise party for her child. He was one year old. We all snuck in around the crib, jumped up, and yelled, "Surprise!" He's in therapy now.

I had the worst birthday party ever when I was a child, because my parents hired a pony to give rides. These ponies are never in good health, but this one dropped dead. It just wasn't much fun after that. One kid would sit on him and the rest of us would drag him around in a circle.

Finally, I spread my arms even wider and announced, "It's a good day to die!" "Well," Mom chirped in, "it's not a bad day to live either." She had a point. So now I end my blessings like this: "It's a good day to die!" I say. And then, with gusto, "It's a good day to live!

Tattoo parties: just like a regular party – but with a permanent hangover.

If the girls keep dancing, everybody's happy. If the girls don't dance, nobody's happy.

We recognize that smile when we see it in the mirror, or on the faces of our friends, at weddings, anniversaries, christenings, or ordinary afternoons. It's the smile of a man realizing he is no longer a kid, and although he has no idea how it happened, he's pretty sure it would make a cool story if he ever gets a spare minute to piece it all together.

It started off as a playful fantasy we talked about. Then the fantasy became a plan, the way fantasies sometimes do, and the plan became a future. It didn't hit us as the climax of anything, just the celebration of something that had already happened to us. I guess we hoped the celebration would help us understand what had happened.

That night, I learned the hard way: If the girls keep dancing, everybody's happy. If the girls don't dance, nobody's happy.

But I loved the cassock and surplice, ringing the bells, lighting the candles—it was like being a glam-rock roadie for God.

The party never stopped at Mick's place. He categorized three phases of a good drug binge: ascending, transcending, disintegration.

I also drink Scotch. But I'm not picky. I'll take the victory Scotch, or the Scotch of defeat. Or the rotgut swill.

God schedules a birthday, not man.

am going to get on a drunk that is a drunk. Just to change my luck I will paint a few towns red hot-but till then I

In life; have as much fun as you can get away with!

New Orleans life is such a night life. The thing that comes up very often is that our day essentially doesn't start until midnight or 2 in the morning.

Patriotism based on the common good does not pander to divisiveness. True patriots don't fuel racist or religious or ethnic divisions. They aren't homophobic or sexist or racist. To the contrary, true patriots confirm the good that we have in common. They seek to strengthen and celebrate the "We" in "We the people.

Even those children whose birthdays fall soon after the holidays receive fewer toys because of the recent Christmas spree.

I liked the myth elements of Christmas. The way in which its origins reach back far beyond Jesus, to the rituals of people unknown to us. The celebration of the winter solstice. The coming of light in the darkest time.