Quotes About Celebration

In a few hours I'm going to be eleven. That's a whole new decade…I have fifteen kids coming here tomorrow night. That's fifteen friends who chose to come to my party instead of Leo's. Even if I'll be stuck wearing a Dorothy costume, I'm going to try to have a good time. After all, like Mom said, I'm only going to turn eleven once. I just wish I wasn't doing it alone.

WELCOME CANDY LOVERS TO THE CONFECTIONARY ASSOCIATION'S ANNUAL CONVENTION!!! WE'RE NUTS ABOUT SWEETS!!

I raise my glass. We toast like the bookworms we are. "To the end of a chapter." "To Turning the page," Dorothy adds. "And Starting a new one.

celebrate. It seemed

Any wine that is a gift, the taste is a surprise.

The best company is the one that turns water into wine.

There's a surprise inside a bottle of wine.

Every Christmas now for years, I have found myself wondering about the point of the celebration. As the holiday has become more ecumenical and secular, it has lost much of the magic that I remember so fondly from childhood.

Life is sweet when you pay attention. When it doesn't seem sweet, put a sticker on your nose and do a funky dance.

We do not touch in the same way a teacup that desires us, we do not look in the same way at a tree that desires us, because each contact with reality becomes a celebration of the universality of desire. Fixation on a single object thus ceases to exist.

There wasn't a single teetotaler "among the world's really great men," Stoll wrote; on the contrary, he said, the roster of wine-loving giants ran from Alexander the Great and Julius Caesar to Columbus, Dickens, Lincoln, and Bismarck, not to mention Verdi, Wagner, and Admiral Dewey.

I was in the bath at the time, and my dad came running in and said, 'Guess who they want to play Harry Potter!?' and I started to cry. It was probably the best moment of my life.

Akimov had decided to throw caution to the wind and host a blowout

This floor, here? I remember when this floor here used to get to jumpin' like a fuckin' bunny from all the dancin'. Everybody dancin' around all night, stoned out of their minds - and it always was the happy kind of stoned back then.

Don't let May 1 catch you by surprise! With your children, make paper cones from scrapbook paper and attach a ribbon so that they can be hung on a doorknob. Fill them with silk or paper flowers and a holy card. Now you have May baskets, ready to herald the month of Our Lady!

I told them what I had discovered about Nabokov's sentences: Because the word string and the thoughts behind the words are so original, the reader's brain can't jump ahead. There is no opportunity to make assumptions, no mental leapfrogging to the end of the sentence. So the reader is suspended in the perfect moment of now. You can only experience now. The sentences celebrate the absolute instant of creation. "It takes your breath away.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright It's our town, everybody scream In this town of Halloween.

The true purpose of illustrated journaling [is] to celebrate your life. No matter how small or mundane or redundant, each drawing and little essay you write to commemorate an event or an object or a place makes it all the more special.

Jody Hill, who I created 'Eastbound And Down' and 'Fist Foot Way' with, was my best man at my wedding.

I found this bag of fireworks in the men's restroom. Would you guys like to light them off?

Estoy convencido que hay dos tipos de personas que pasan por este mundo. Los que se divierten y aquellos que sienten que la vida es una gran fiesta y no les llegó la invitación.

el motivo. Puede que la vida no sea la fiesta que esperabas, pero mientras estés aquí, tienes que bailar. Después de todo, la vida no se mide en minutos, sino en momentos.

Life itself is a gift. It's a compliment just being born: to feel, breathe, think, play, dance, sing, work, make love, for this particular lifetime. Today, let's give thanks for life. For life itself. For simply being born!

Todo lo que es alegre proviene de Dios y nunca es pecado, es la exaltación de la propia naturaleza».