Quotes About Celebration

Jessie J is a great, great girl. I'm a friend and have always been a fan of hers. I'm happy to see her doing her thing.

When I first started designing, all women were dressed like men, and I said, 'Hey, guys, let's be women, put the two together - it's not either/or. Let's celebrate our bodies. Our bodies are different.'

I turned 40 on the set of the reunion show for 'Sheer Genius,' so it wasn't a hideous birthday because I had everyone on the cast and crew sing 'Happy Birthday' to me, and I won $10,000 for being the fan favorite. It was really liberating to turn 40 and realize that I felt very comfortable with myself and knew who I was.

I believe in celebrating the female figure and embracing what we've been given, not hiding that.

Yay, me - I made it out of high school alive and well!

I pop in highlight films from high school once in a while because those days were special.

To declare the Cubs champions after 108 years was the highlight of my career.

No one gave me a cake or a going-away party on my last day of 'Beverly Hills 90210.'

Eh, Whappaaaa!

Wine is sure proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. —BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

Aye, weel, here's tae us.' 'Wha's like us?' said McGilvray. 'Dam' few,' said Forbes. 'And they're a' deid,' I said, completing the ritual. 'Aw-haw-hey,' said Daft Bob and we drank.

Mais, à tout prendre, les animaux trouvaient plaisir à ces célébrations. Ils étaient confortés dans l'idée d'être leurs propres maîtres, après tout, et ainsi d'Å"uvrer à leur propre bien.

Rachel got up and did this happy little shuffle, like she was some cheerful farmer chick who'd just stepped outside to find the hick she was in love with coming up the road with a calf under his arm or whatever. Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess.

On our wedding day I was forty-six, she was eighteen.

You know another word for party? Celebration. You know another word for celebrate? Have f——ing fun. Make f——ing merry.

The Outer Hornerites, deeply proud to be Outer Hornerites, staggered from wall to wall, overfilling their toluene receptacles and bellowing their national drinking song, "Large, Large, Large, Beloved Land (If Not the Best, Why So Very Dominant?).

We might think of a story as a kind of ceremony, like the Catholic Mass, or a coronation, or a wedding. We understand the heart of the Mass to be communion, the heart of a coronation to be the moment the crown goes on, the heart of the wedding to be the exchanging of the vows. All of those other parts (the processionals, the songs, the recitations, and so on) will be felt as beautiful and necessary to the extent that they serve the heart of the ceremony.

And yet, it was beautiful, what just happened in that pub, and needed. Something lovely in these people rose to the occasion. And overflowing with loveliness, they got totally wasted.

No one religion is right for everyone, and no religion—whether it be Wicca, Buddhism, Judaism, Catholicism—is more valid than any other. Religious diversity is something that needs not only to be tolerated, but also celebrated. The good that religion was designed to teach and maintain inevitably turns to harm when one religious group claims superiority over another or tries to deny others of their constitutional right to believe in and worship the god or goddess of their choice.

Never did food taste better.

This is the best picnic I've ever been to," said

He almost forgot all about the horse poop until a horse went by and did just that, though not on one of the Aldens' squares. The crowd cheered as the horse went past. Benny noticed that they didn't seem to care whose square was lucky. Everyone was just happy the poop was on a square. A

Only Peter Rabbit didn't get any. Don't you remember?" said Grandfather. "He will this time," said Joe. "At last Peter Rabbit has his blackberries and cream, on his birthday.

Then the people began to come to the party. The two dogs ran around having a wonderful time.