Quotes About Celebration

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.

This day is call'd the feast of Crispian:He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd.And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

More matter for a May morning.

They threw their capsAs they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,Shouting their emulation.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.

He shall have a noble memory.

The horn, the horn, the lusty hornIs not a thing to laugh to scorn.

Now, our joy,Although our last, not least.

Let the coming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

It's joy. And you should work on filling all your years with as much joy as possible. Even

he had bought a ticket for the High Holy Day services being held in the Shrine Auditorium. He walked in expecting to find a welcoming communal atmosphere; instead, the first thing they did was raise funds for some cause. He was shocked—and stood up and walked out. His experience had been that a shul was a place for a community of people to come together to celebrate meaningful rituals. This was more like the department-store version of religious observance.

Without hesitation they began to dance.

I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.

The practice of the Christian life consists of the discernment of (the seeing and hearing), and the reliance upon (the reckless and uncalculating dependence), and the celebration (the ready and spontaneous enjoyment) of the presence of the Word of God in the common life of the world.

I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.

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Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company.

Comes de revolution, we'll eat strawberries and cream!

I sang 'em all—"Night Life," "Funny How Time Slips Away," "Crazy," "Mr. Record Man," "I Gotta Get Drunk," "The Party's Over.

When you are truly thirsty, drink deep. When you truly feel the drum, dance.

Meeting Roosevelt was like uncorking your first bottle of champagne.

One does not leave a convivial party before closing time.