Quotes About Celebration

They had their feast, a happy family group, roasted wild pheasant seasoned with tarragon, stuffed with oranges, apples, shallots, and sage, cooked on a bed of carrots and potatoes, tomatoes. Peas and good brown bread from the oven, farm butter. Good friends, old friends

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers; Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. —ROBERT HERRICK

Why would you apologize for what you read for pleasure? Just think of the illiteracy rate. Every book read for pleasure should be celebrated. And novels that celebrate love, commitment, relationships, making relationships work, why isn't that something to be respected?

I'm going to treat myself to one of these as a reward for not knocking himself unconscious with a skillet.

like we had the event instead of just

the envelope. "And our best wishes.

with the hug. "It's so good to see you. We've got pitchers of tea outside, and plenty of beer. And four bottles of champagne—your mama

celebrating the rush

D'un coup de reins, il la pénétra. Quand il fut au tréfonds d'elle , qui riait toujours, ivre de vin et de joie, elle lui murmura à l'oreille: - Joyeux Noël, mon amour. - Joyeux Noël, mon amour, répéta-t-il avant que la jouissance ne les emporte tous les deux.

When the ritual was done, they left some of the cake for the birds, poured some of the wine on the ground for the goddess.

Amused, Connor poured whiskey all around, lifted his glass, tapped it to Meara's. "Whether we're victorious or buggered, there's no five others I'd rather stand with. So fuck it all. Sláinte.

Being loved is exhilarating, exhausting. Like Christmas.

crèche was displayed on the mantel. Beneath it hung four

Delighted, she laughed. "Not that soon. Talk about boots-first. I need a fabulous dress, and I need Nan to be here. And I haven't met your family." "A lot of them are right in this house." "That's true. We won't wait too long, but long enough to do it right." "I have to buy you a ring. The boys were right, after all. I need to get you something shiny." "Absolutely.

bugle. "He knows I'm happy." She tipped her head back. "Let's go tell everybody else, and pop that champagne." With wine and music and light, she thought. They'd come through the fire, beaten back the dark for another day. And now, on the longest day, when the light refused to surrender, she was

Sing, something we all know the words to. Make a goddamn joyful noise.

Priscilla, Queen of the Desert needed ABBA to invent gay Australians. The

This is a very common paradigm held in small towns. If somebody who grew up in your community wins a Nobel Prize, you cut out the newspaper story and put it on the bulletin board; if someone from your town grows up and becomes America's most depraved serial rapist, you cut out the newspaper story and put it on the bulletin board. It's just nice to see someone doing anything.

If the prodigal son had never left home, the fatted calf would still be alive.

If the prodigal son had never left home, the fattened calf would still be alive.

These dudes, clutching their little gifts, for them today is their kind-of-honeymoon.

Monster Girl Steals Festive Holiday Bird

It wasn't only the boosted experiences that bothered Rant. It was dipshit kids done up as soldiers and princesses and witches. Eating cake flavored with artificial vanilla. Celebrating a harvest that didn't occur anymore. Fruit punch that came from a factory. A ritual to placate ghosts, or whatever bullshit Halloween does, practiced by people who had no awareness of that. What bothered Rant was the fake, bullshit nature of everything.

Food for the native Ewoks.