Quotes About Celebration

he was known for throwing elaborate parties, known as "freak dinners"—perhaps most notably the "Gondola Party" he hosted in 1905 at the Savoy Hotel in London, where he filled the hotel's courtyard with water, dressed everyone in Venetian garb, and served dinner to guests aboard a giant gondola. Lest this be deemed insufficient, he arranged to have a birthday cake—five feet tall—brought in on the back of a baby elephant.

At his own home, however, Goebbels found himself increasingly mired, not unhappily, in preparations for the holiday. He and his wife, Magda, had six children, all of whose names began with H: Helga, Hildegard, Helmut, Holdine, Hedwig, and Heidrun, the last just a month and a half old. The couple also had an older son, Harald, from Magda's previous marriage. The children were excited, as was Magda, "who thinks about nothing but Christmas," Goebbels wrote.

Straw Hat Day," Saturday, May 1, when a man could at last break out his summer hats. Men followed this rule.

Damn those bloody Huns for breaking up an enjoyable party.

36 bottles of Amontillado—Duff Gordon's V.O.; 36 bottles, white wine—Valmur, 1934 [Chablis]; 36 bottles, port—Fonseca, 1912; 36 bottles, claret—Château Léoville Poyferré, 1929; 24 bottles, whisky—Fine Highland Malt; 12 bottles, brandy—Grande Fine Champagne, 1874 [66 years old, same as Churchill]; 36 bottles of champagne—Pommery et Greno, 1926 [Pol Roger, however, remained his favorite].

All you need to be married are champagne, a box of cigars, and a double bed," he said. Or this: "One of the secrets of a happy marriage is never to speak to or see the loved one before noon.

In two decades I've lost a total of 789 pounds. I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.

primitives often celebrate death—as Hocart and others have shown—because they believe that death is the ultimate promotion, the final ritual elevation to a higher form of life, to the enjoyment of eternity in some form.

To be sure, primitives often celebrate death—as Hocart and others have shown—because they believe that death is the ultimate promotion, the final ritual elevation to a higher form of life, to the enjoyment of eternity in some form. Most modern Westerners have trouble believing this any more, which is what makes the fear of death so prominent a part of our psychological make-up.

Wine is a grand thing, I said. It makes you forget all the bad.

that every day should be a fiesta seemed to me a marvelous discovery

Here's the beautiful lady with the beer.

Viva my husband who was Mayor of this town

Everybody had his arms on everybody else's shoulders, and they were all singing. Mike was sitting at the table with several men in their shirt-sleeves, eating from a bowl of tuna fish, chopped onions and vinegar. They were all drinking wine and mopping up the oil and vinegar with pieces of bread. "Hello, Jake. Hello!" Mike called. "Come here. I want you to meet my friends. We are all having an hors d'œuvre.

All right, said Nick. Let's get drunk. All right, Bill said. Let's get really drunk.

The things that happened could only have happened during a fiesta. Everything became quite unreal finally and it seemed as though nothing could have any consequences. It seemed out of place to think of consequences during the fiesta.

Yet the integrity of the universe is the context in which creativity is best expressed. The canvas does not limit God's creativity but rather celebrates it. The elegant complexity of creation is a beautiful reminder that the creative mind is a disciplined mind, that the creative act is not a struggle to be free of limitations but a demonstration that when we embrace our limitations, creativity has no boundaries.

The Parade is not diplomacy," Chris pointed out. "It's celebration.

Happy Birthday, is a happy feeling, but Glad you are here, has so much more meaning.

The Jabberwocky': 'Calloo! Callay! O frabjous day! And so he chortled in his joy.

Now that we were inside, theoretically we had gotten to the part of the party that was supposed to be fun. I...just wasn't sure how I was supposed to make that part happen.

Marriage. It's a hard term to define. Especially for me--I've ducked it like root canal. Still there's no denying the fact that marriage ranks right up there with birth and death as one of the three biggies in the human safari. It's the only one though that we'll celebrate with a conscious awareness. Very few of you remember your arrival and even fewer of you will attend your own funeral.

Drink up!" urged the Chief. "There's no escaping fate. Drink while the champagne lasts!

Lass uns trinken, auf dass es uns nicht schlechter gehe. Besser ging's uns ja schon mal.