Quotes About Celebration

Waarom zou ik behoefte hebben aan een monument in mijn naam terwijl er op straat zo'n feestbanket rondloopt?

His life was a party which tragically came to an early end.

Artisans prefer not to get too serious about things, and will try to keep everyone smiling — to keep the party going — as long as possible.

Singing in the rain. I'm singing in the rain. And it's such a fucking glorious feeling. An unexpected downpour and I am just giving myself into it. Because what the fuck else can you do? Run for cover? Shriek and curse? No--when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it because if you can make yourself happy in the rain, then you're doing pretty alright in life.

Singing in the rain. I'm singing in the rain. And it's such a fucking glorious feeling.

When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.

I am having a fucking great time, and the amazing thing is that I realize it even as it's happening.

The thing about champagne,you say, unfoiling the cork, unwinding the wire restraint, is that is the ultimate associative object. Every time you open a bottle of champagne, it's a celebration, so there's no better way of starting a celebration than opening a bottle of champagne. Every time you sip it, you're sipping from all those other celebrations. The joy accumulates over time.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

We saw our friends die. But we also see our friends live. So many of them live, and we often toast their long and full lives. They carry us on.

A pop song that's as substantial as a balloon, but lifts us up the same way when we sing it.

He treats his body like it's made of fireworks, each one timed to the beat. Is he dancing alone or dancing with everyone in the room? Here's the secret: It doesn't matter.

When the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

Get shitfaced, then face the shit.

We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired. In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

But as i've told him a million times, when it comes to true dancing, it doesn't matter what you look like-it's all about the joy you feel.

Please tell me this pity party ends early. Or at least serves cake.

Most babies come into the world crying or gasping or snotting. Not Tiny Cooper. He comes into the world singing.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper. If I could, I would give him a lime-green couch, a cabin by a lake, a fireworks display, an orchard of butterflies, and the certainty that I love him.

He treats his body like it's made of fireworks, each one timed to the beat. Is

People called them freaks not because they were identical but because they were so damn happy.

I must dive back into the festivities. I must swim within the conversations, swim from gift to gift, wish to wish. Some people swim to get somewhere. Others swim to stay in shape, or to get faster. Right now, I'm going to swim so I won't drown.

Maybe there is some solace to be derived in that: bacchanal or funeral, after enough time, the detritus looks the same.

The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate.