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“People of our time are losing the power of celebration. Instead of celebrating we seek to be amused or entertained. Celebration is an active state, an act of expressing reverence or appreciation. To be entertained is a passive state--it is to receive pleasure afforded by an amusing act or a spectacle.... Celebration is a confrontation, giving attention to the transcendent meaning of one's actions.
Source: The Wisdom of Heschel”
― Abraham Joshua Heschel

“A birth-date is a reminder to celebrate the life as well as to update the life.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Come here, let me share a bit of wisdom with you.
Have you given much thought to our mortal condition?
Probably not. Why would you? Well, listen.
All mortals owe a debt to death.
There's no one alive
who can say if he will be tomorrow.
Our fate moves invisibly! A mystery.
No one can teach it, no one can grasp it.
Accept this! Cheer up! Have a drink!
But don't forget Aphrodite--that's one sweet goddess.
You can let the rest go. Am I making sense?
I think so. How about a drink.
Put on a garland. I'm sure
the happy splash of wine will cure your mood.
We're all mortal you know. Think mortal.
Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life,
it's just catastrophe.”
― Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

“Celebrate who you are in your deepest heart. Love yourself and the world will love you.”
― Amy Leigh Mercree

“It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.”
― Jimmy Buffett

“Anyone who's just driven 90 yards against huge men trying to kill them has earned the right to do Jazz hands. ”
― Craig Ferguson

“I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation.”
― Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

“This is a wonderful day,â€� Anthony was muttering to himself. “A wonderful day.â€� He looked up sharply at Gareth. “You don’t have sisters, do you?â€�
“None,� Gareth confirmed.
“I am in possession of four,� Anthony said, tossing back at least a third of the contents of his glass. “Four. And now they’re all off my hands. I’m done,� he said, looking as if he might break into a jig at any moment. “I’m free.�
“You’ve daughters, don’t you?� Gareth could not resist reminding him.
“Just one, and she’s only three. I have years before I have to go through this again. If I’m lucky, she’ll convert to Catholicism and become a nun.
Gareth choked on his drink.
“It’s good, isn’t it?� Anthony said, looking at the bottle. “Aged twenty-four years.�
“I don’t believe I’ve ever ingested anything quite so ancient,â€� Gareth murmured.”
― Julia Quinn, It's in His Kiss

“Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its way through the streets of the universe, flinging the sweetness of its cassations to every window, pounding at every door in a hilarity beyond all liking and happening, until the prodigals come out at last and dance, and the elder brothers finally take their fingers out of their ears.”
― Robert Farrar Capon, Between Noon & Three: Romance, Law & the Outrage of Grace

“Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we'll die”
― Dave Matthews

“You know how it goes:
at some point in your life,
you fell in love with someone
and had a glimpse of God.
Then you abandoned life and lover
and started celebrating
your love for God.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Pies mean Thanksgiving and Christmas and picnics.”
― Janet Clarkson, Pie: A Global History

“Go higher and higher, until it becomes impossible to bring you down, I wanna use a microscope to locate you, don't even dream of coming down.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“I forgot what we were celebrating. Because we were always celebrating something, a new job, a new poem, a new love, a new dream.”
― Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name

“Celebration is an act of impressing sadistic someone residing in you.”
― Santosh Kalwar

“How did they know that I was the one who saved them?"
"They don't. You're the third knight they've celebrated over since it happened.”
― Gerald Morris, The Squire, His Knight, and His Lady

“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.”
― Jean Vanier, Community and Growth

“So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,
To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,
To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling,
One more drink for the watery road.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle

“Life is a celebration. Consider everything that makes you happy as a gift from God and say, 'Thank you.”
― Francis Lucille, The Perfume of Silence

“A lot of corpses woke up every morning from their graves. Stood in front of the mirror and wore the masks which made them look alive. Stuck in the vicious circle of death. Scared to break out and scared of falling into the infinite pit of darkness, they beat down their souls that were fighting for an escape, mercilessly every day. They walked out into the world with pain, only to return back to the home, which did not feel like a home anymore, again in the night. They removed their masks in front of the mirror, stared into those empty eyes and walked back to their graves silently, with the fear of waking up again next day and with nothing to celebrate in their heart.”
― Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams

“The fireworks went on for nearly half an hour, great pulsing strobes, fiery dandelions and starbursts of light brightening both sky and water. It was hard to tell which was reality and which was reflection, as if there were two displays, above and below, going on simultaneously—one in space-time, mused Max, and the other in time-space.”
― Sol Luckman, Snooze: A Story of Awakening

“The Japanese psychiatrist Kimura Bin, director of the Psychiatric Hos- pital of Kyoto and translator of Binswanger, sought to deepen Heidegger’s anal- ysis of temporality in Being and Time with reference to a classification of the fundamental types of mental illness. To this end he made use of the Latin for- mula post festum (literally, “after the celebrationâ€�), which indicates an irreparable past, an arrival at things that are already done. Post festum is symmetrically dis- tinguished from ante festum (“before the celebrationâ€�) and intra festum (“during the celebrationâ€�).
Post festum temporality is that of the melancholic, who always experiences his own “I� in the form of an “I was,� of an irrecoverably accomplished past with respect to which one can only be in debt. This experience of time corresponds in Heidegger to Dasein’s Being-thrown, its finding itself always already abandoned to a factual situation beyond which it can never venture. There is thus a kind of constitutive “melancholy� of human Dasein, which is always late with respect to itself, having always already missed its “celebration.�
Ante festum temporality corresponds to the experience of the schizophrenic, in which the direction of the melancholic’s orientation toward the past is in- verted. For the schizophrenic, the “Iâ€� is never a certain possession; it is always something to be attained, and the schizophrenic therefore always lives time in the form of anticipation. “The ‘Iâ€� of the schizophrenic,â€� Kimura Bin writes, “is not the ‘Iâ€� of the ‘already beenâ€�; it is not tied to a duty. In other words, it is not the post festum ‘Iâ€� of the melancholic, which can only be spoken of in terms of a past and a debt. . . . Instead, the essential point here is the problem of one’s own possibility of being oneself, the problem of the certainty of becoming oneself and, therefore, the risk of possibly being alienated from oneselfâ€� (Kimura Bin 1992: 79). In Being and Time, the schizophrenic’s temporality corresponds to the primacy of the future in the form of projection and anticipation. Precisely because its experience of time originally temporalizes itself on the basis of the future, Dasein can be defined by Heidegger as “the being for whom, in its very Being, Being is always at issueâ€� and also as “in its Being always already anticipat- ing itself.â€� But precisely for this reason, Dasein is constitutively schizophrenic; it always risks missing itself and not being present at its own “celebration.”
― Giorgio Agamben, The Omnibus Homo Sacer

“Sometimes, a spontaneous celebration is all it takes to step out of life's fog.”
― Mr. Bilal Mukhtar

“...religion is an insight, insight into the beauty of existence, insight into the tremendous mystery that surrounds us, insight into your own being and into the beings of others.

We are trying to live a meditative life, working in the ordinary way but working it with a different quality.

People are working in the kitchen, cleaning the toilets, or in the carpentry shop or in the boutique or in the bakery or in the garden - just the ordinary kind of activities, but with a different quality: with a joy, with silence, with love, with bliss, with a dance in their heart, with celebration.

...that is true religion: to be able to celebrate life is religion. In that very celebration you come close to God. If one is able to celebrate, God is not far away...

God appears only in deep celebration, when you are so full of joy that all misery has left you, all darkness has left you. When you are so full that there is no emptiness in you, that you have started feeling the significance of the ordinary, day-to-day existence, when moment to moment you live totally, intensely, passionately, then God is available.

It is not philosophy in the ordinary sense.. It is philosophy in the truest sense of the word - philosophy means love for wisdom; then it is philosophy.

Religion, the word, very word, means to be in tune. It comes from RELIGERE: to be in deep harmony with the whole, to be married with the whole, to be related with the whole, to forget your ego and your separation.”
― Osho

“..life in its totality is good. And when you understand life in its totality, only then can you celebrate; otherwise not.

Celebration means: whatsoever happens is irrelevant -- I will celebrate.

Celebration is unconditional; I celebrate life. It brings unhappiness -- good, I celebrate it.
It brings happiness -- good, I celebrate it.

Celebration is my attitude, unconditional to what life brings.

When I say 'Celebrate', you think one has to be happy. How can one celebrate when one is sad? I am not saying that one has to be happy to celebrate.

Celebration is gratefulness for whatsoever life gives to you. Whatsoever God gives to you, celebration is a gratitude; it is a gratefulness.

I have told you and I will tell you again....

A Sufi mystic was very poor, hungry, rejected, tired of the journey. He went to a village in the night and the village wouldn't accept him. The village belonged to the orthodox people...
They wouldn't even give him shelter in the town. The night was cold and he was hungry, tired, shivering with not enough clothes. He was sitting outside the town under a tree. His disciples were sitting there with great sadness, depression, even anger. And then he started praying and he said to God, 'You are wonderful! You always give me whatsoever I need.' This was too much. A disciple said, 'Wait, now you are going too far, particularly on this night. These words are false. We are hungry, tired, with no clothes, and a cold night is descending. There are wild animals all around and we are rejected by the town, we are without shelter. For what are you giving your thankfulness to God?

What do you mean when you say, "You always give me whatsoever I need?"' The mystic said, 'Yes, I repeat it again: God gives me whatsoever I need. Tonight I need poverty, tonight I need being rejected, tonight I need to be hungry, in danger. Otherwise, why should He give it to me? It must be a need. It is needed and I have to be grateful. He looks after my needs so beautifully. He is really wonderful!'

This is an attitude that is unconcerned with the situation. The situation is not relevant.

Celebrate, whatsoever the case. If you are sad, then celebrate because you are sad. Try it. Just give it a try and you will be surprised -- it happens.

You are sad? -- start dancing because sadness is so beautiful, such a silent flower of being.
Dance, enjoy, and suddenly you will feel that the sadness is disappearing, a distance is created. By and by, you will forget sadness and you will be celebrating. You have transformed the energy.”
― Osho, Yoga: The Alpha and the Omega Volume 4

“When you are sad, celebrate, and you are giving a new composition to sadness. You are bringing something to sadness which will transform it. You are bringing celebration to it. Angry? -- have a beautiful dance. In the beginning it will be angry. You will start dancing and the dance will be angry, aggressive, violent. By and by, it will become softer and softer and softer, when suddenly, you will have forgotten anger. The energy has changed into dancing.

But when you are angry, you can't think of dancing.

When you are sad, you can't think of singing. Why not make your sadness a song? Sing, play on your flute. In the beginning the notes will be sad, but nothing is wrong with a sad note. Have you heard, in the afternoon sometimes, when everything is hot, burning hot, fire all around, and suddenly from a mango grove you can hear a cuckoo start singing? In the beginning, the note is sad. She is calling her lover, her beloved, on a hot afternoon. Everything is fiery all around, and she is hankering for love. A very sad note, but beautiful. By and by, the sad note changes into a happy note.

The lover starts responding from another grove. Now it is no more a hot afternoon; everything is cooling down in the heart. Now the note is different.

When the lover responds, everything has changed. It is an alchemical change.

You are sad? -- start singing, praying, dancing. Whatsoever you can do, do, and by and by, the baser metal is changed into a higher metal -- gold. Once you know the key, your life will never be the same again. You can unlock any door. And this is the master key: to celebrate everything.

If you are sad, then I say celebrate, dance, sing. What are you to lose? At the most, sadness will be lost, nothing else. But you think it is impossible. And the very idea that it is impossible will not allow you to give it a try. And I say it is one of the most easy things in the world, because energy is neutral. The same energy becomes sadness; the same energy becomes anger; the same energy becomes sexuality; the same energy becomes com passion; the same energy becomes meditation. Energy is one. You don't have many types of energies. You don't have many separate pockets of energy where this energy is labelled 'sadness' and this energy is labelled 'happiness'. Energies are not pigeon-holed, they are not separated. There exists no watertight compartment in you. You are simply one. This one energy becomes sadness, this one energy becomes anger. It is up to you.

One has to learn the secret, the art of how to transform energies. You simply give a direction and the same energy starts moving. And when there is a possibility of transforming anger into bliss, greed into compassion, jealousy into love... you don't know what you are losing. You don't know what you are missing. You are missing the whole point of being here in this universe. Give it a try.”
― Osho, Yoga: The Alpha and the Omega Volume 4

“We came here to rock this reality. And participate in the biggest celebration the universe has ever known.”
― Janneke Hellebrekers, Whispers of the New Earth: Energetic Inspiration for Light Beings, Starseeds, Rainbow Warriors, Unicorns and Fairies

“Wendell's first inclination upon waking from the dead was, naturally, to throw a party. At this he failed, for a party was already unfolding. A troupe of musicians had established themselves on the lakeshore below the gardens, where there is a large pavilion; another was set up in the banquet hall, which, when Wendell and I arrived, we found already bursting with a chaotic array of food. There were oysters from the southern coast, whole roasted trout, a bubbling vat of caramel for dipping apples, and bread loaves positioned randomly about the room, as well as the queer blue sandwich cakes that were a court favorite--- the blue came from blueberry preserves and a sharp cheese, which were layered with a sweet cloudlike batter. From the look and smell of things, they should have been dreadful, but I had already acquired a taste for them.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“43

Age is a number, that’s no excuse I see

let’s get at terms with 43

Age is sure, strong & surprisingly it flees

Wee three, in teens, 23,33 and heading ahead in the series

Today I stumble on 43,

It’s truly a nice day to travel back in Time Machine

Dream, dream and just dream�.

Saying hello to younger me

Living all the lovely birthdays so far, rare as silver birch tree

As age grows, sensibility too increase

Celebrations change but deep in heart, wishes swirl magical and free

A thing relatable to smaller me

I am sure you too would agree”
― Radhika Vijay

“43

Age is a number, that’s no excuse I see

let’s get at terms with 43

It’s truly a nice day to travel back in Time Machine

The little child will always stay sound and on spree

Let’s get this thing right and as a highlighted key

Mindset shift relives the yester & present glory

Don’t run after something ephemeral and brief

Time’s fleeting to spend in vain and worry

43, & more - count will grow, no doubtedly

Mindfulness, happiness, integrity will make it all glee

Finally what’s the last line of this poetry?

Well! 43’s no big deal, chill & merry

Happy birthday to me!!!”
― Radhika Vijay