Quotes About Celebration

My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them.

Und du hast keinen würdigen Empfang für uns vorbereitet, mit Musik, Wein und halbnackten Sklavinnen, die uns zu Diensten sind?« fragte Bjorn tadelnd.

When the inhabitants of a free city have overcome the enemy in the field, it is not easy to express the pleasure which they feel in putting their opponents to flight, as well as in pursuing and making havoc of them.

La tenancière m'offrit une assiettée d'amandes grillées et me promit sa meilleure fille pour fêter ma majorité. – Sans rancune, petit? – Sans rancune, madame. – Comme c'est touchant... Et puis, arrête de me broder avec tes « madame », ça me constipe.

Me? I like wearing a condom. It means I'm having sex. I already spend most of my time NOT wearing one. It's like a tuxedo - I enjoy putting one on for special occasions.

For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room.

Was it the happiest day of our lives? Probably not, if only because the truly happy days tend not to involve so much organisation, are rarely so public or so expensive. The happy ones sneak up, unexpected.

Salmon. Salmon, salmon, salmon, salmon. I eat so much salmon at these weddings, twice a year I get this urge to swim upstream.

No-one ever built a statue of a critic.

Food is the new rock and roll.

They have started to arrive. An endless cascade of luxuriously quilted envelopes, thumping onto the doormat. The wedding invitations.

Fun; there should be a lot of fun and no more sadness than absolutely necessary.

And of course there is always joy in witnessing the joy of others.

Americans like happy history—narratives that make us look smart, brave, and exceptional. We want a history that has been cherry-picked, one that ignores our mistreatment of the weak and disfavored—a history that can be celebrated at picnics, parades, and in smug conversations. This approach to history is neither honest nor mature.

La gente celebró el final del brote, pero los más informados lo celebraron con cautela. El SARS-CoV no se había ido, solo estaba escondido. Podía volver.

out here in "the real world," every day was sort of like the one before. I guess that's why people freaked out about birthdays: Those at least put a stake in the ground, somehow ended one chapter and opened a next.

Whitman would be appalled in the 1850s when holiday celebrations began to be mass-oriented spectacles manipulated by professionals. One of his most famous poetic lines—" I celebrate myself"—can be taken, on one level, as an attempt to restore the idea of celebration, which was fast becoming coldly manipulative, to the personal and genuinely celebratory.

The United States was a cesspool of egotistical, entitled children, but Texans took it to the next level. Incredibly arrogant, not only believing in their superiority but branding and marketing it to the world. Texas's love of God, guns, and giant pickup trucks was in effect a celebration of the primary sources of the problems in the world today.

It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party, certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time, then two years later you'll be like, 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'

As much as a child's birthday is important to a parent, as much as twenty one meant to me, a year in recovery means more.

It was like somebody had sprinkled fairy dust on the whole city," said Cheryl Bertelli, one of Maud's delirious patrons.

Because if you left the straights to handle the party, it just wasn't going to happen.

The Queen's bum remained purple. She showed it to everyone in the country when she gave her yearly speech to the nation on Christmas Day, calling it her 'anus horribilis'.

Very well," replied Auntie Flip. "I came ninety-seventh!" "Congratulations. Ninety-seventh!" "Thank you." Flip blushed with pride. "How many entrants were there?" "Ninety-eight," replied Frank.