Quotes About Celebration

"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents.

Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved! Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom and wherever deserved. Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue, Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless And it isn't for you.

Now there will be no more loneliness," said the minister, as he gave his final blessing on the couple. Go now to your dwelling place to enter into the days of your togetherness. And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

Everyone was getting married and it seemed like fun. I

Picking up his pace, he and Henri wove between the revelers carrying their hollow plastic canes filled with Caribou,

Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.

When the birds their sweethearts win And champagne is in the air, Love is here, and Love is there, Love is welcome everywhere.

Risk should not reflect a celebration of foolishness but a freedom from fear.

People wish to be poets more than they wish to write poetry, and that's a mistake. One should wish to celebrate more than one wishes to be celebrated.

come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.

Not every religion has to have St. Augustine's attitude to sex. Why even in our culture marriages are celebrated in a church, everyone present knows what is going to happen that night, but that doesn't prevent it being a religious ceremony.

The Lord turned water into wine. All I'm suggesting is a trip to the grocery store.

Vonita, God rest her soul, used to say that if men were the ones to get pregnant, abortion would probably be a sacrament. The Super Bowl halftime show would celebrate it. Men who had terminated pregnancies would be asked to stand and be applauded at church for the courage to make that decision. Viagra would be sold with a coupon for three free abortions.

We worked and we ate and we celebrated birthdays and gossiped and read and wrote and prayed and we woke up each morning to do it all over again.

Nobody's birthday.

He decided quite suddenly, having kept fairly good record on the calendar, that tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and zombies be damned. The Christmas lights were going up.

Every friendship has its own victories

Create wonderful memories of yourself with your friends.

Every friendship has its own birthday.

Rule number one: Always stick around for one more drink.

Your progress as a runner is a frustratingly slow process of small gains. It's a matter of inching up your mileage and your pace. It's a matter of learning to celebrate the small gains as if they were Olympic victories. It means paying your dues on the road or the treadmill. It means searching for the limits of your body and demanding that your spirit not give up. It means making the most of what you have. It means making yourself an athlete one workout at a time.

Cyril, you remember Peter and Ruth, don't you?' she said. 'Of course' I replied. 'Happy Christmas. Nice to see you both again.' 'Happy Christmas to you,' said Peter, an enormous man bursting out of an extra-large shirt. 'And may the blessings of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior be with you on this momentous day.' 'Fair enough,' I said 'Hello, Ruth.

It's wonderful! Music in the house! Music in the heart! And music also in heaven, for joy that we are here!