Quotes About Celebration

licked his lips like a cat about to get a taste of the Pesach goosefat.

Once, matches were made behind a child's back; you came home from shaking hands with your in-laws, you wished the bride or groom a mazel tov, and that was that.

There's never been, she says, a wedding like it. The pastries, the roasts, the tortes, the honey cakes, the strudels, the breads, the jams and the jellies—all for her wedding! Now the wedding is over and Brokheh owns a fur stole and a noodle sieve.

Afterward they would go to the guild hall, which stood near Hofvin Hospice; there they would drink for five days.

Easter, I don't want you to die and go to Heaven without having a little fun. The Lord forgives all things, honey. Live, sister!

The moral of the story: Every day is a special day. A tear in your chiffon? So what! A food stain on that satin ruffle? Big deal! A little paint spatter on that velvet blazer merely adds to your overall patina. When women ask me for fashion advice, I always say the same thing: "Go home and throw out all your 'work' clothes!" If you always dress as if you are going to a party or a Bowie concert—or a Black Eyed Peas concert—you will always have more fun.

Such experiences can make us bewail how the Western world gives itself over annually to its Claus-mass or commerce-mass. We celebrate a reworked pagan Saturnalia of epic proportions, one in which the only connection with the incarnation is semantic. Santa is worshiped, not the Savior; pilgrims go to the stores with credit cards, not to the manger with gifts. It is the feast of indulgence, not of the incarnation.

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The studying, the books, exams, arguments, theories. The jokes and pints, laughter, kisses and songs. Life was like running, ninety percent sweat and toil, ten per cent joy.

I know that Goddess ritual, insofar as it generates reverence for and celebrates that which is female, which is us, is fiercely empowering, and that her image in our minds—images of ourselves as deity—is necessary as a blueprint for a more authoritative mode of being in the world. The Goddess is a metaphor for our own and all women's creative, healing, transformative powers, a representation of our inner selves.

And we spend the rest of the evening getting very pissed and eating ice cream, as we always do when something good or bad happens to either one of us.

A party like this isn't about the surprise factor. It's about someone going to so much trouble that it just... overwhelms you.

In honor of my goddaughter's christening, I will perform 'The Real Slim Shady,' by Eminem," he says confidently.

Whatever the Grinch can steal, it's not Christmas.

Trust Jess to get engaged all discreetly and not say a word. I'd have run straight in, saying, Guess what? Look at my pebble ring!

This is Christmas," he says, pointing at the happy line of Whos. "Remember? Friends and family gathered together, celebrating. Not presents, not piñatas, people." "I know, but—" "Whatever the Grinch can steal, that's not Christmas," asserts Luke.

fallen asleep, because I could have sworn I was receiving an Oscar from the Queen.

That's really lovely, Daniel," I manage. "Thanks very much." "Happy birthday to you Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Sense has taken a back seat for now. Alcohol is in charge of talking. And Alcohol says, 'Woo! Anything goes!

Happy Birthday Dear Samantha From Us All. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My throat is tight. No one's ever made a cake for me in my life before.

A waiter offers me a glass of champagne and I take two. One for now, one to put under my chair for the boring bits.

Sophocles had his full share of such rewards, for we have evidence that he won the first prize at the Dionysia eighteen times, and it is recorded that he never won the third prize.

Reserved for the priest of Dionysus

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