Quotes About Celebration

Christmastime was always my favorite time of year. It did something to me. It made me softer. More kindhearted. Not an affliction I fall prey to lately. But back then I loved the days leading up to Christmas almost as much as I loved the day itself.

The day was cold but sunny. The city was decorated with holiday flags.

Soon all of us will go to moon on trade union holidays

Halloween, the one night when we embrace the darkness from which all of America is descended. October is the gateway to the wonderful, mystical finale of the American year. A place where life ends and the celebration of life briefly begins.

Dance for today, tomorrow and the bygone, and when you do, celebrate the moment

Dance is that delicacy of life radiating every particle of our existence with happiness

Dance is the ritual of immortality

Dance resides within us all. Some find it when joy conquers sorrow, others express it through celebration of movements; and then there are those... whose existence is dance

Dance zigzag or in a straight line; while taking a breath or remaining breathless, celebrate this moment with a step of life

Limit not to only five, when the divine gifts the supreme sixth; the sense of dance

Night or day, who cares about the time? Feel the adrenaline rushing down the spine. Take a little chance, for it is the time to dance

Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance

What is this sensation of movements that every celebration of life begins and ends with a dance

Everyone has their own way of expressing happiness.

You know, I think we Indians are afraid to show and celebrate our happiness, lest things change around. But I feel that it's okay to be sad and okay to show when you are happy.

When a sincere woman begins to dance, the seven heavens, the earth, and all creatures begin to dance.

So live real good, and get beat up real bad. Dance until they kill you, and then we'll dance some more. That's how this thing seems to work.

Dance until they kill you, and then we'll dance some more.

Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

Fuck the Yanks And drink their wives My mind is clear The sky is bright I'm happy as a horse's shite Up came the Bottle of Smoke

We found it!" Charlotte yelled, as they ran back through the house. "We found it, we found it!" Eddie, Mr. Mallery, and Colonel Andrews came from separate directions, converging in the front hall. Miss Charming was hopping up and down, her bosom nearly rising to slap her own forehead.

A ball--things happen at a ball. Cinderella happened at a ball. Jane might happen.

My dear subjects, you are simply, unquestionably perfect!" she called out, tossing candy and coins to the crowd. She kept a candy-and-coin basket on the balcony so she would be ready for adoring crowds at a moment's notice.

It was a song of celebration, of springtime, using a weighted cord to square a stone, looking up to a hawk gliding, feeling that the work was good and the whole world just right.