Quotes About Celebration

Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.

would paint, to him in all the glowing colours of youthful memory, the marriage pomp she remembered viewing in her infancy;

Miss Hunter leaned toward Stormy. "Well, as you also may know, ever since the year when Dylan Jackson was nominated for and won prom queen without his knowledge, it's been school policy to inform all nominees that they have been selected as a candidate for prom queen.

We laughed, then Keir took my hand. "I've something to show Lara down by the river. We will return." Marcus put his hands on his hips. "None of that, now. There's a celebration to start, and no time for 'showing' her—" Keir cut him off, as I blushed. "We'll be back in time." Marcus gave him an evil smile. "I'll have the first meats waiting." Keir grimaced, and grabbed my hand. "Come, Lara.

Hey, beautiful, glad you could come to the party.

Sometimes when dogs greeted a returning soldier, they'd go over the edge. They would have to take a few moments to run crazily in circles around the human, or around a room or a yard. I'd have to take a break from watching, so my brain had a chance to absorb what I was seeing: that there is such a thing as joy being bigger than the container that holds it.

People say that life is a party! You arrive after it's started, and you leave before it ends.

Think champagne, drink champagne!

Nothing says holidays, like a cheese log.

We're all different people and we're allowed to be different from one another. If someone ever says you're weird, say thank you. And then curtsy. No, don't curtsy. That might be too weird. Bow. And tip your imaginary hat. That'll show them.

We should celebrate every year that we made it through and every year that we're happier and healthier.

Stuffed deer heads on walls are bad enough, but it's worse when you see them wearing dark glasses, having streamers around their necks and a hat on their antlers. Because then you know they were enjoying themselves at a party when they were shot.

SAMONIOS (Oct/Nov) "seed fall" (Samhain) DVMANN[OSIOS] (Nov/Dec) "dark month" RIVROS (Dec/Jan) "frost month" ANAGANTIO[S] (Jan/Feb) "stay at home" OGRONIOS (Feb/Mar) "ice month" CVTIOS (Mar/Apr) "shower of rain" also SONNOCINGOS "beginning of spring" "wind month" GIAMONIOS (Apr/May) "shoots month" (Beltaine)

SIMIVISONIOS (May/Jun) "mid spring" "bright month" EQVOS (Jun/Jul) "horse month" "time of the herds" ELEMBIV[IOS] (Jul/Aug) "stag month" "claim time" (Lugnasad) AEDRINIOS (Aug/Sep) "hot month" (Aed is "fire") "arbitration time" CANTLOS (Sep/Oct) "song month" (harvest)

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

I blew up a balloon and wrote on it in indelible pen, Happy Xmas everyone, luv you all xx, then threw it over the side into the Southern Ocean.

from some of the Yankees when they all went to a baseball game together.

Hi Sandy, I won!

Did I hear it's going to be someone's birthday?" a familiar male's voice said from behind me. I didnt even bother turning around and continued walking, but that didn't stop my nemesis from disturbing me. He jumped in front of me, blocking my way. "It's been a whole year, has it?" he asked in a syrupy tone. "Maybe this birthday I'll finally give you what you've always wanted.

She doesn't like obituaries. She says they're half bragging and half crying, and it's not a good combination" -Maisie

Christmas in L.A. is weird. There's no snow. It's not even cold.

What kind of religion would celebrate its High Holidays by reading about a biblical figure as heartless as Abraham—a classic case of paranoid schizophrenia, in Iona's opinion—who nearly killed his son because he heard voices in his head and was rescued from the dirty deed only by other voices?

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

It was a stupid thing to hold onto, but when one doesn't have much to celebrate in the way of physical attributes, ankles matter.