Quotes About Celebration

I used to go down every year for the remembrance of Elvis' birthday. Memphis State College invited me to sit in the auditorium and speak to the people for one of those Elvis days.

When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.

Yuengling's

Christmas begins about the first of December with an office party and ends when you finally realize what you spent, around April fifteenth of the next year.

Thanksgiving is so called because we are all so thankful that it only comes once a year.

The proper behavior all through the holiday season is to be drunk. This drunkenness culminates on New Year's Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you're married to.

There is a remarkable breakdown of taste and intelligence at Christmastime. Mature, responsible grown men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages with raw egg yolks and cottage cheese in them.

It's a party. A big Dog Party.

The time has arrived for the meal to begin, so you dash to your chair with a flair and a grin. And the hot giblet gravy brings loud "oohs" and "ahs," but the sight of the turkey draws a round of applause. Then all heads are lowered, as you join in a prayer, giving thanks for your blessings and the gifts waiting there. And with grace at an end, you whisper, "Amen.

The evening soon fades into games and charades, and the clan drifts away like a tired parade. Then, alas, it's all over, the laughter and fun, for now Auntie Pansy has hugged everyone. So you head up to bed, then stand in your room, gazing out of the window at the gold harvest moon. And the last thing you do is smile and say… "Thank you for Thanksgiving! What a wonderful day!

These bachelor dinners get kind of wild sometimes. Everybody gets loaded. The whole philosophy is that it's the poor groom's last night before he goes into the electric chair. So it gets kind of wild.

These bachelor parties get a little out of hand sometimes. Eddie Watkins is making all the arrangements. If I know Eddie, he's probably lined up a whole bunch of chorus girls.

Wine, like food, is so emotional. If you think about it, so much of the courting ritual is surrounded by wine and food. There's a built-in romance to wine.

All we want, whether we are honeybees, ponderosa pines, coyotes, human beings, or stars, is to love and be loved, to be accepted, cherished and celebrated simply for being who we are. Is that so very difficult?"—DERRICK JENSEN, AMERICAN AUTHOR AND ENVIRONMENTAL ACTIVIST

birthday celebration made up of the Jewish child we are hiding, my husband's aunt who is sheltering us, and the Nazi she is protecting us from, who happens to be my lover. The irony is really too much.

Taylor, you are like a brother to me. You brought your father into my life, shared your little sister, gave me an extra mom. You helped me set that shed on fire and discover my true calling. You're my climbing soul mate, my wingman and co-conspirator, and the best buddy a guy could have. I've watched you and Lexi from the beginning and know better than anyone else that the two of you were always meant to be. To Lexi and Austin!

I'm going to be a big sister," Emily said. "My daddy breeded my mommy, like Chinook with the mares." Megan coughed, choking on her tea. Jack looked over at Nate. "What the hell did you tell this child?" Nate shrugged. "It's not what we said. It's what she put together. She does live on a stud farm, you know." Janet fought not to laugh. "Congratulations! You must be so excited.

Hanukah is over, we're not Jewish anymore," she tells me.

For her seventh birthday, Mazy Gulliver got a Play Bride set that included a white veil, a plastic bouquet and a rhinestone ring. She immediately organized a wedding celebration under the basketball goal where she married Termy Latham, the boy next door. An argument could be made that the incident was merely the first in a long series of hasty, ill-conceived and unwise decisions about men.

You have come to earth to entertain and to be entertained.

My mother who died young In an outlandish rhythm Would have been seventy now And perhaps dead in funeral time. So I may start to mourn As I would celebrate The first or second birthday Of a still-born baby. - Out of Season

One, one, two, zero," I told him through the chattering of my teeth. "It's my birthday.

Even knowing that David Bowie is gone, I am giddy about this." He said all that in a very dry, professional tone.

The ceremony went by in a blur, but Mendanbar was pretty sure he hadn't made any mistakes because suddenly he was kissing Cimorene and everyone was cheering. He felt like cheering himself, except he would have had to stop kissing Cimorene.