Quotes About Celebration

On Friday, June 12th, I woke up at six o'clock and no wonder; it was my birthday.

I liked those ladies! They were helpers, and they danced.' These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced.

And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.

These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced.

I know nothing, except what everyone knows--if there when grace dances, I should dance.

Maybe, I thought, after a few months of sobriety, you could successfully smoke marijuana again, or maybe every anniversary you got to have one glass of a perfectly chilled California Chardonnay.

You celebrate what works and you take tender care of what doesn't, with lotion, polish, and kindness.

Look at us," he said. His speech was difficult to understand, thick and slow as a warped record. His two friends in the picture had Down's syndrome. All three of them looked extremely pleased with themselves. I admired the picture and then handed it back to him. He stopped, so I stopped, too. He pointed to his own image. "That," he said, "is one cool man.

spring, we expand and stretch in all directions. It's green exuberance and giddiness, bright clown colors and

Isn't it a lovely ball?" She looked around at the sea of lace and tulle and silk, the blaze of lights, the laughter and the music and the sway and swirl of movement. "I wish everyone could be as happy as I am.

Standing in this glittering room with the music in the background and the press and hum of scores of people, the clink of glasses, the faint smells of warmth, champagne, stiff material and sometimes of flowers and perfume

May I wish you the joy of the season, and remembrance of all that is good in the past, together with hope for the future.

Killing is no ordinary act,' said the vampire. 'One doesn't simply glut oneself on blood.' He shook his head. 'It is the experience of another's life for certain, and often the experience of the loss of that life through the blood, slowly. It is again and again the experience when I sucked the blood from Lestat's wrist and felt his heart pound with my heart. It is again and again a celebration of that experience; because for vampires that is the ultimate experience.

It was from Dionysus, the wine god, that the theater came.

The problem with retiring to a desert place was that Daniel would hate it. And keeping Daniel happy was the second rule of his life, as his own sense of well-being, his own capacity to open his eyes each evening with some desire to actually rise from the dead and celebrate the gift of life, was connected to and sustained by making Daniel happy.

Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre

because a longtime family joke was how Pauline put so much stock in marking occasions with gifts. Pauline made a shooing gesture with one hand (people tended to exaggerate her character, she felt), and Karen went on. "Mom, Dad, this is from all of us. We wanted to give you something to remind you of these past thirty years." And she took the package from George

I am a grown woman-- mostly-- and I can guzzle champagne with whomever I choose.

Life was going to be one big party from now on, full of beautiful people. Like Tally Youngblood

My faith is firm. My mam called in the children and holding up my baby girl to the sun in the window she said to all them what I say to you, "This is the day the Lord hath made. Let us rejoice, be glad in it.

By the time I got to the bottom, I understood what Guthrie ment when he shouted LIBERO! It was a celebration of being alive.

But I won't be doing it next year; physically I can't. This was my year, my last hurrah, my chance to complete the circle and put a few old ghosts to rest. I had something to prove. I wanted it to be the perfect finale- ten years of something I had been a part of starting.

To celebrate someone else's life, we need to find a way to look at it straight on, not from above with judgment or from below with envy.

The Indian tricolour was raised just before sunset, and as it fluttered up the flagpole a late-monsoon rainbow emerged behind it, a glittering tribute from the heavens.