Quotes About Celebration

There's nothing better than a party that turns into a death trap.

Live before you die, so that death is also a lively celebration.

You can't choreograph death, but you can choreograph your funeral.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

My identity in Christ is more important than my identity as an American or as a Coloradan or as a white male or as a Protestant. Church is the place where I celebrate that new identity and work it out in the midst of people who have many differences but share this one thing in common. We are charged to live out a kind of alternative society before the eyes of the watching world, a world that is increasingly moving toward tribalism and division.

Some of us seem so anxious about avoiding hell that we forget to celebrate our journey toward heaven.

Like almost all girls I don't know the date of my birth: my parents did not trouble to record the day and the time. I only know the year and the season, and I only know the season because my mother had a great desire for asparagus when she was carrying me and swears that she ate it too green and her bellyache brought on my birth.

Let's dance for the Queen of the May!" Henry said, and swept a girl into a set and they danced before me, and I, seated on the queen's throne, watching her husband dance, and flirt prettily with his partner, knew that I wore her tolerant mask-like smile on my own face. ?

First, you're going to have to stop using food for anything other than nutrition. You cannot continue to use food to celebrate, or as a companion, or for entertainment, or comfort. You cannot medicate yourself, your mood, or pain with food.

No thing more excellent nor more valuable than wine was ever granted mankind by God.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

Authentically Me I will accept and celebrate my uniqueness, and will esteem and encourage the distinctions I admire in others.

Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marty kept leaping into the air. I thought I might have to tie a rope around his waist and hold onto it to keep him from floating away!

Brandy stood up and tossed the bits of eggshell to the ground. She flashed Mom her best dimpled smile. "Next year for my birthday, can we have a Make Your Own Ice-Cream Sundae party?

Have a haunted haunted Christmas, And a scary New Year's, too. Have a haunted haunted Christmas, And to one and all say, BOO.

It was a no-worms weekend," Todd told Danny over the phone after dinner on Sunday evening. "Way to go!" Danny replied enthusiastically. "Not a single worm," Todd told him, twisting the phone cord around his wrist.

Michael patted him on the shoulder. "I like this plan," he said. "You and Eve, picking up cake and flowers, and you can't even say a word. Should be tons of fun." Shane almost choked, and gave Michael a sideways glare. Michael sent him a hundred-watt smile in return—no fangs, which was probably for the best.

Well, Claire said, at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.

Happy birthday," she said. "And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

He's named you heir apparent to the Apocalypse. Congratulations.

The worse people feel the next day, the better the party.

I decided to give myself a Christmas present this year. I decided to spend the day only speaking to animals (real and stuffed), select humans as necessary so long as they weren't my parents or Langston, and a Snarl in a red Moleskine notebook—if he returned it to me.

What I was sure of was that the bagpipes had begun to play "Fairytale of New York"—which is basically the best Christmas song ever written.

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.