Quotes About Celebration

Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

Prófugo de un dolor que ya no existe, llevo 500 noches celebrando la impúdica belleza de estar triste

This book is a labor of love. It is dedicated to people who have cried themselves to sleep because they were 'different'. It is also a celebration of the 'inner outcast' in all of us, and a humble attempt to inspire tolerance, understanding, and acceptance." the intro from the author

I can't take another parade where everything centers on the dead and we all act as though we may as well be dead too, even though we're not.

July 4th, (ie, time to celebrate our freedoms as Americans by eating hormone-laden farm animals and blowing shit up) -Geena (Triple Shot Betty)

There's one more thing I want to say. It's a touchy subject. Black beauty. Black sensuality. We live in a culture where the beauty of black people isn't always as celebrated as other types. I'd like to help change that if I can!

Hurray', shouted Glokta. 'Porridge again!'He looked over at the motionless Practical. 'Porridge and honey, better than money, everything's funny, with porridge and honey!

There must be always wine and fellowship or we are truly lost.

Mrs. Cox had also texted him on his birthday to say that

I am the head cookie bitch and this is my party.

You need to add light and joy. After all, isn't Christmas with its lights, and Hanukkah with its candle flames, about adding illumination to this dark time of year? We need to remind ourselves that the sun will eventually push the night to more reasonable margins. The Christmas cookie club, if it's anything, is a reminder of delight. And, of course, a reminder that girlfriends help one another to endure the grind and to celebrate the joy.

When you start to make a habit of blessing God, you will discover that daily life can begin to feel like Christmas morning. As your prayer life becomes saturated with kavanah, that deep awareness of God's presence and his overwhelming love, you may feel as though you are wading knee-deep through shards of wrapping paper and mountains of bows to enjoy a pile of shiny new gifts.

I am a woman on her way to eat cake.

Toutes ces bêtises, tous ces remords, et nos bulles de savon à l'enterrement du parrain de Lola... (L'échappée belle, p.37)

Mais c'est magnifique de souffrir quand on est en bonne santé. C'est un privilège ! Il n'ya que les morts qui ne souffrent plus ! Réjouis-toi, ma belle ! Va, cours, vole, espère, plante-toi, saigne ou festoie, mais vis ! Vis un peu !

They were served asparagus in a mousseline sauce so delicious you could faint, then the Easter pâté à la Paulette Lestafier, then a roasted carré d'agneau accompanied by tians of tomatoes, and zucchini with thyme flowers, then a tart of strawberries and wild strawberries with homemade whipped cream.

Ils seront tous faits quand j'arriverai...Ce qui est amusant, c'est de s'enivrer en même temps que les autres, sinon c'est un peu déprimant...

Camille didn't know how to cook, so she had stopped in at Goubetzkoï's and bought an assortment of tarama , salmon, marinated fish and onion chutneys. They filled all the great-uncle's little bowls with painstaking care, and to reheat the blinis on the hot plate they fashioned an ingenious sort of toaster from an old lid and some tinfoil.

But friends, those I wanted to please? There are so few, so few... and you're one of them. You... because you have such a gift for life. You grab hold of it with both hands. You move, you dance, you know how to make the rain and the sunshine in a home. You have this incredible gift for making people around you happy. You're so at ease, so at ease on this little planet...

Queste feste sono una fatica5 terribile, se le godono solo i giovani. In quanto a noi, alla nostra età, non c'è più niente che possa portarci consolazione. Servire, servire fino alla morte, ecco quanto ci rimane. E tutto quanto facciamo, è per gli altri.

Queste feste sono una fatica terribile, se le godono solo i giovani. In quanto a noi, alla nostra età, non c'è più niente che possa portarci consolazione. Servire, servire fino alla morte, ecco quanto ci rimane. E tutto quanto facciamo, è per gli altri.

People who don't get excited about receiving gifts are tired of life.

Yeah. It's a Spanish thing. They respect age. They celebrate growing older. Not like in our country, where youth is perceived to be everything, and everyone over fifty is past it.