Quotes about Celebration
We go to the grave of a friend saying, "A man is dead," but angels throng about him saying, "A man is born."
— Henry Ward Beecher
Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.
— Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Happy the mother who bears, happier still the biographer who records the life of such a one!
— Virginia Woolf
The very reason why that poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rapture, is that it celebrates some feeling that one used to have (at luncheon parties before the war perhaps), so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troubling to check the feeling, or to compare it with any that one has now.
— Virginia Woolf
Far away a bell tolls, but not for death. There are bells that ring for life. A leaf falls, from joy. Oh, I am in love with life!
— Virginia Woolf
I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all year.
— Charles Dickens
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better that at Christmas, when its might Founder was a child Himself.
— Charles Dickens
I am the Ghost of Christmas Present.
— Charles Dickens
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.
— Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that - as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.
— Charles Dickens
But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round...as a good time a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.
— Charles Dickens
Then Bob proposed 'A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us' Which all his family re-echoed. 'God bless us every one' said Tiny Tim, the last of all.
— Charles Dickens