Quotes About Celebration

i am someone who wants very much to be popular. I don't just want you to like me, I want to be one of the most joy-inducing human beings that you've ever encountered. I want to explode on your night sky like fireworks at midnight on New Year's Eve in Hong Kong.

Next to music, beer was best.

Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd

A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.

I'm a Yankee Doodle dandy,A Yankee Doodle do or die;A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam'sBorn on the Fourth of July.

You're a grand old flag, You're a high flying flag And forever in peace may you wave.

Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.

Everything's better with some wine in the belly.

Wine makes all things possible.

This is a night for song and sin and drink, for come the morrow, the virtuous and the vile burn together.

Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.

Never refuse a cup of wine or a horn of ale," Ser Arlan had once told him, "it may be a year before you see another.

The day is won [...] And yet you do not smile, boy. The living should smile, for the dead cannot.

The living have no place at the feasts of the dead.

It's sad. He likes it where the wine is, and the smiles.

Never refuse a cup of wine or a horn of ale. It may be a year before you see another.

There was this to be said for weddings over battles, at least; it was less likely that someone would cut off your nose.

He was old enough to know that it was not truly him they shouted for—it was the harvest they cheered, it was Robb and his victories, it was his lord father and his grandfather and all the Starks going back eight thousand years.

Summer Islanders. That's how they mourn. They answer death with life.

Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess.

This makes an American 80-year-old's finishing sprint especially fun, because it can be focused on this fact: To live a long life braided with the life of a nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to an imperishable proposition is simply delightful.

It needs only a good bottle of wine for a roast chicken to be transformed into a banquet.