122 Celebration Quotes

Thus one of Europe's most serious crises will be ended, and all of us, not only in Germany but those far beyond our frontiers, will then in this year for the first time really rejoice at the Christmas festival. It should for us all be a true Festival of Peace.

Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty. Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies; Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.

I really wanted the MTV Award the most, It was a golden popcorn container and it looks really neat.

You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning: 'Holy Christ, whaddya know - I'm still around!' It's absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career.

All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.

I think it is clear to everyone what happens in the Fifth. The rejoicing is forced, created under threat, as in Boris Godunov. It's as if someone were beating you with a stick and saying, 'Your business is rejoicing, your business is rejoicing,' and you rise, shaky, and go marching off, muttering, 'Our business is rejoicing, our business is rejoicing.'

Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are.

He, that noble prize possessing- He that boasts a friend that's true, He whom woman's love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!

Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

What you do for Jewish New Year is you go down to Times Square... It's a lot quieter than the regular New Year. It's just a few Jews walking around going, ''sup?'

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry: we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless host Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies, And other such ladylike luxuries.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.

'In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than glorification of the splendid system that makes them so.'

My dad was great. He was very droll, very dry. The first time that he came to London when I was in the theatre and my name was in lights for the very first time and we had the same name, and he passed the theatre with me on the way, he was going to see a matinee and me, and my mother and he passed the theatre, and I said, 'Look,' and he looked up at my name in lights, and stood there for five minutes, and I'm going, 'I want to have lunch and get back for the matinee,' and I'm with my mother, and he still stood there and so, I went back to get him and he just said, 'I never thought that I'd see my name in lights.'

Try to enjoy the great festival of life with other men. (3)

All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.

The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.

This is the legend of Cassius Clay, The most beautiful fighter in the world today. He talks a great deal, and brags indeed-y, Of a muscular punch that's incredibly speed-y. The fistic world was dull and weary, but with a champ like Liston, things had to be dreary. Then someone with color and someone with dash, brought fight fans are runnin' with Cash. This brash young boxer is something to see and the heavyweight championship is his destiny. This kid's got a left, this kid's got a right, if he hit you once, you're asleep for the night.

The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, 'Well done!' As loud as he could bawl.

Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?

I'd like to thank the Jaycees for electing me as one of their outstanding young men. When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic books, and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies, and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed, has come true a hundred times... And these gentlemen over here [referring to the other Jaycees named that year], these are the type of people who care, they're dedicated, and they realize that it is possible that they might be building the kingdom of heaven, it's not just too far fetched, from reality. I'd like to say that I learned very early in life that 'Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain't got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend - without a song.' So I keep singing a song. Goodnight. Thank you.

For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeat On fields of triumph dirges of defeat; And still we turn on gala-days to tread Among the rustling memories of the dead.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, And broke the die, in molding Sheridan.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting, extravegant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Let the toast pass- Drink to the lass; I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

The after-silence, when the feast is o'er, And void the places where the minstrels stood, Differs in nought from what hath been before, And is nor ill nor good.

The more the merrier.

Fuck, I won a Hugo!

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!

What a glorious morning for America!

'Walimah is only in five occasions: in the 'Urs, Khurs, 'Idhar, Wikar and the Rikaz - 'Urs is when a person gets married; and Khurs is when a child is born; and 'Idhar is on the circumcision of a baby boy; and Wikar is when a person purchases a house; and Rikaz is when a person returns from Hajj.'

Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero pulsanda tellus.

The Warrior has won the title!

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles.

Here comes the sunshine Here comes that son of mine Here comes the everything Here's a song and a song for him.

We're gonna be laughing about this We're gonna be dancing around It's gonna be so good now.

All of the birds are laughing Come on let's all join in.

A Sky of Honey is a celebration of song itself, which has a child's joyful lack of inhibition about it - Kate Bush is heard laughing freely towards the end while a young child, possibly her son, is heard several times... Aerial stands alongside The Hounds of Love and The Kick Inside as her finest work.

Gentlemen, there is nothing sweeter than success, and you boys have got it!

Max Bialystock (Zero Mostel): 'That's it, baby, when you've got it, flaunt it, flaunt it!'

(at concert)I would like to thank Kanye West, and give a special thanks to Alice Cooper and Sloan!

Since 1939, however, there have been no bonfires on the village greens. No fireworks gleam in the blackened parks and the streets are dark and silent. But this darkness will not last forever. There will some day come a Fifth of November-or another date, it doesn't matter-when fires will burn in a chain of brightness from Land's End to John O' Groats. The children will dance and leap about them as they did in the times before. They will take each other by the hand and watch the rockets breaking, and afterwards they will go home singing to the houses full of light...

Throughout their children's novels, Lewis and Travers bring together heterogeneous collections of characters from all orders of being - humanity, mythology (Greek, Norse, Christian), the animal world (both talking and nontalking beasts), and other fictional sources (for example, nursery rhyme and fairytale figures) - and have them mingle in festival-like gatherings reminiscent of medieval carnival celebrations. ... the interaction among these disparate characters often results in the suspension of hierarchical barriers...

Doff your cap and raise your glasses, Make a toast to the boring classes I'm burning your secrets to keep me warm.

I know there's one country in the world that doesn't have some horrible weapon of mass destruction they don't have some horrible weapons lab in the mountains ....Jamaica. They would never make an Atomic Bomb; they may make an Atomic Bong. But I'd rather fight a war with an Atomic Bong. (Jamaican accent) 'Cuz when the Atomic Bomb goes off there's devastation and radiation. When the Atomic Bong goes off there's celebration!

They celebrate privately this attack in Spain.

The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.

The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.

Randy Peone: It's a good day to be indigenous!

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed-his people are free.

My baby is a rock n' roller.

Rave on, down through the industrial revolution Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors Rave on words on printed page.

'Kiss it Shawn! Kiss It, you like it! Come on! Yeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!' (When Shawn Michaels became a member of the kiss my ass club thanks to Shane)

(Funnels a beer). Fill it up again! Fill it up again! Once it hits your lips, it's so good!

Sing louder around To the bells' cheerful sound, While our sports shall be seen On the ecchoing green.

Now let us sing - Long live the king, And Gilpin, long live he; And, when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see!

A great man for the arts should be celebrated not because of the past, but for the future.

Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion! Thou, linnet! in thy green array, Presiding spirit here to-day, Dost lead the revels of the May; And this is thy dominion.

If champagne ever wanted cheering up, it would drink Tony Banks.

They sat and combed their beautiful hair, Their long, bright tresses, one by one, As they laughed and talked in the chamber there, After the revel was done.

The (racial and cultural) difference is to be celebrated, not fried or criticised, and we are so much richer for it.

dance mehitabel dance caper and shake a leg what little blood is left will fizz like wine in a keg

Our homeward step was just as light/As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire/And, like an echo far away,/A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

'This is my champagne time, cheers everybody. I was going to make a nice long speech, but forget it. Have champagne for breakfast tomorrow, just go out and buy it' -Earls Court, 1977

Barzun 100: Celebrating Jacques Barzun's 100th Year, blog with links

Let us rejoice, O my Beloved! Let us go forth to see ourselves in Thy beauty, To the mountain and the hill, Where the pure water flows: Let us enter into the heart of the thicket. ~ 36

I'm very happy for you... True love is rare

It's your day - a woman's day It's your day - a woman's day

Ya just workin with the scraps you was given/And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin

pour out some liquor/have a toast for tha homies/see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me/and brothas miss ya while your gone

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket/have a party at my funeral/let every rapper rock it/let tha hoes that I usta know/from way before/kiss me from my head to my toe

Yonder comes my lady Rainbow ribbons in her hair Yonder comes my lady Rainbow ribbons in her hair Six white horses and a carriage She's returning from the fair

Made thirty, we should make thirty-one

YEEEEEAHHHH! I just broke out of hold.

Natales grate numeras?

St. Patrick... one of the few saints whose feast day presents the opportunity to get determinedly whacked and make a fool of oneself all under the guise of acting Irish.

(about Paula Abdul) She's just a wonderful woman. She has so much support and so much love in her heart - she's just been amazing through this whole thing, and we can't forget she's a rock star. She was a huge rock star. She has so much to offer us and teach us that we just need to shut up and listen, because she's the bomb.

'Celebrate we will, because life is short but sweet for certain'

People rose up on the chairs and were embraced, many cried out of joy and emotion. Finally! It was the exclamation of relief that exited from the mouths of all.

'The closest I got to him was when we shook hands at the end of the game.' (Northampton Town player Roy Fairfax, who had been marking Best when he scored six goals in an 8-2 FA Cup win for Man Utd in 1970.)

All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.

To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; Wine, privilege of the completely free; Wine the recorder; wine the sagely strong; Wine, bright avenger of sly-dealing wrong, Awake, Ausonian Muse, and sing the vineyard song!

Ah cannot we As well as cocks and lions jocund be, After such pleasures?

They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.

For him no silver cressets shed their light, No eager joy-bells sounded through the night From city minster, or from village tower; No loud 'hurrahs,' sent from deep-chested men, Lifted the midnight mist from off the glen In celebration of his natal hour.

The whole afternoon was spent rejoicing as the demonstration spread across the city; no one walked alone for all San Juan was a single family.

Tell her I'll sing if she christens a ship first...

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

In victory, you deserve Champagne; in defeat, you need it.

Now is the time for celebration, for South Africans to join together to celebrate the birth of democracy. I raise a glass to you all for working so hard to achieve what can only be called a small miracle. Let our celebrations be in keeping with the mood set in the elections, peaceful, respectful and disciplined, showing we are a people ready to assume the responsibilities of government. I promise that I will do my best to be worthy of the faith and confidence you have placed in me and my organisation, the African National Congress. Let us build the future together, and toast a better life for all South Africans.