Quotes About Celebration

Celebrate every moment, every day. Celebrate every beauty, all the way.

Let the spirit dance with joy.

It was all fine until the girls started drinking. (Everything is always fine up until that point.)

A happier life is a life for God & His Christmas now & forever! Alleluia! Amen!

I want to celebrate the sadness that makes you feel everything so deeply. I want to throw a party for the wounds that make you so unabashedly human.

In the morning, celebrate the beauty and warmth of sun light, in the evening, celebrate the song of silence and love of night.

All of life is a ceremony where we get to know and explore our wholeness.

I know my curves are sexy and I want everyone else to know that theirs are too. There is no reason to hide and every reason to flaunt.

Just thinking about a friend makes you want to do a happy dance, because a friend is someone who loves you in spite of your faults.

I said to my wife, 'Where do you want to go for our anniversary?' She said, 'I want to go somewhere I've never been before.' I said, 'Try the kitchen.'

Beer is proof that God wants us to be happy

Brother, if you want to get the lowdown, Come along and let's all have a hoedown.

If I get married again, I want a guy there with a drum to do rimshots during the vows.

So if anybody wants to get me something, get me 60 crabs - one for each year. I don't want no diamonds, I don't want no shoes, I don't want no party. I want some crabs.

I'm Cuban, so I like a bit of curve. I just want my booty to have a little lift!

God wants to bring victory to a people who recognize who brought it.

I usually don't have a burger, a brat, and a steak but it is 4th of July. And I need the energy if I'm gonna start blowin crap up. It's what the founding fathers would want.

Most every day — if not every day — for the rest of your life, you will be reminded or think of this night. And I want to thank you in advance right now for the great memories it's going to be.

Every choice we make can be a celebration of the world we want.

If you've never been to one of my concerts. I want you to know that it is OK to scream and yell.

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I'm the frosting on America's cake, and tonight I'm willing to let you lick the bowl.

To birth, to death, and that wondrous thing in between. And to auld lang syne.

Thanksgiving is nothing but a toast to genocide.