There are movies I've made that I think no celebrations are in order.
I don't think existence wants you to be serious. I have not seen a serious tree. I have not seen a serious bird. I have not seen a serious sunrise. I have not seen a serious starry night. It seems they are all laughing in their own ways, dancing in their own ways. We may not understand it, but there is a subtle feeling that the whole existence is a celebration.
At the heart of the celebration, there are the poor. If [they] are excluded, it is not longer a celebration. [. . . ] A celebration must always be a festival of the poor.
I never really thought about getting married - it just kind of happened. It seemed natural, the right thing to do. It was kind of a celebration of the time.
Creativity is a celebration of one's grandeur, one's sense of making anything possible.
when i reached the bottom, i finally understood what Guthrie meant when he shouted, "LIBERO!" It was a celebration of being alive
There's always been a celebration of what is that moment, whoever I am at that moment in my life. [It] is a very real way of looking at beauty.
I don't like war. I particularly don't like the celebration of war, which I think the administration is a little bit guilty of.
I love any and all situations where you celebrate creativity.
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green
Dying is an integral part of life, as natural and predictable as being born. But whereas birth is cause for celebration, death has become a dreaded and unspeakable issue to be avoided by every means possible in our modern society. Perhaps it is that.
'What is celebration?' Rather than dancing, rather than laughing, rather than loving, rather than enjoying this silence, the mind asks: 'What is celebration?'
I celebrate the spirit of Christmas. It's the winter solstice celebration, rebirth and new possibilities.
Our one goal is to give the world a taste of peace, friendship and understanding. Through the visual arts, the art of celebration of life.
Boxing is a celebration of the lost religion of masculinity all the more trenchant for its being lost.
Celebration is life's frosting: isn't frosting the very best part of the cake?
We should turn our death into a celebration, even if only out of a malice towards life: towards the woman who wants to leave--us!
Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration. . . in the very teeth of winter.
No one who has experienced facing a screaming, boiling, hysterical audience can avoid feeling shivers in the spine. It's a thin line between celebration and menace.
At the time of the Silver Jubilee, I was a grumpy anti-monarchist. I didn't celebrate and was appalled by the celebrations. In my idiocy, I missed out! I feel completely differently now compared with that time.