Festival Quotes

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Sarah Addison Allen
“The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.”
Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

Kamand Kojouri
“This is a day of celebration!
Today, we are divorcing the past
and marrying the present.
Dance,
and you will find God
in every room.
Today, we are divorcing resentment
and marrying forgiveness.
Sing,
and God will find you
in every tune.
Today, we are divorcing indifference
and marrying love.
Drink, and play that tambourine
against your thighs.
We have so much celebrating to do!”
Kamand Kojouri

Dylan Thomas
“The only surprising thing about miracles, however small, is that they sometimes happen.”
Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories

“Diwali (Lakshmi Pujan/Amavasya) is the darkest night of the year. And our ancestors have taught us to overcome darkness with light.
When the moon is not shining, neither the sun, sky is dark; India glitters. Proud of being part of such a wise and one of the finest tradition.
Diwali is practicing "तमसोमा जोतिर्गमय" . . .
Happy Diwali to all. May der b light in your life. . .”
Harihar D. Naik

Kaori Ozaki
“Will you put this in my hair?”
Kaori Ozaki, The Gods Lie

Caroline Kepnes
“Coachella is a festival fashion show where people dress up like hippies and pretend that Passion Pit is as good as the Rolling Stones.”
Caroline Kepnes, Hidden Bodies

Tripurari
“Mere seene pe rakho haath ki dil roshan ho
Mujh ko diwali manaane ki ijaazat de do”
TRIPURARI

Sabaa Tahir
“Easy. Moments after putting the willadonna in, I’m swept into the heart of the festival with a tide of Scholars. I count twelve exits and identify twenty potential weapons before I realize what I’m doing and force myself to
relax.”
Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

“Hope everyone will kill their inside ravan today,
For Nature,
For Animals,
For Humanity,
on this great day.

Happy dushera to everyone”
Kuldeep Chauhan

“Here too, as in the Commune almost a century earlier, the struggle was articulated around the hope that 'the antithesis between the everyday and the Festival--whether of labour or of leisure--will no longer be a basis for society.”
Tom McDonough, The Situationists and the City: A Reader

Thomm Quackenbush
“Pagans earn their reputations for relaxed sexual mores, often in rebellion from the repression of their religions during adolescence. At a Pagan festival, one need only lower one's guard to be offered sex under the cloaking of the sacred.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft

Caroline Tung Richmond
“Charlie glanced at the poster hanging on the door, which announced the store's annual Hungry Ghost Festival, just four days away. It used to be Charlie's favorite holiday, from the puppet shows at the community center to the paper lanterns that his mom hung outside and to the food- especially the food. Sautéed pea shoots. Roasted duck. Pineapple cakes that fit into the palm of your hand. Then there was his grandma's shaved ice with all the toppings- chopped mangos, condensed milk poured on thick, and her famous mung beans in sugary syrup. He could eat a whole bowl of those.”
Caroline Tung Richmond, Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love

“Sweet n Sour
Here I am Wishing you Luck
in Every aspect of life
This Ugadi (Gudi Padwa) and always to All of You”
krvishal

“Marriage is a festival to celebrate unconditional love between two beating hearts.”
Megha Khare

“It is important to demonstrate to the unfree world that one of the privileges of democracies is to enjoy freedom of travel and intercourse and the exchange of knowledge and ideas. [Gerald Barry, from article in English Speaking World, 1950.]”
Harriet Atkinson, The Festival of Britain: A Land and Its People

Sarah Addison Allen
“She bought a plume of blue cotton candy before they left the food booths, and she picked at it while they headed down the row of booths occupied by residents of Bald Slope who had spent all summer making walnut salad bowls and jars of pickled watermelon rind to sell at the festival. Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snowglobe world.”
Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

Sarah Addison Allen
“As they wove their way through the crowded street, they passed numerous barbecue tents, the focus of the festival, after all. Inside the tents, the barbecue sandwiches were made in an assembly line. Sauce, no sauce? Coleslaw on your sandwich? Want hush puppies in a cup with that? The sandwiches could be seen in the hands of every other person on the street, half-wrapped in foil. There were also tents selling pork rinds and boiled corn on the cob, chicken on a stick and brats, and, of course, funnel cakes.”
Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon

Hrishikesh Agnihotri
“May your smile brighten the days ahead of you
May your cheer lighten up the moods of everyone around you
May your face glow with joy and happiness
May your laughter sparkle with a lot more frequentness
May your brilliance in some way dazzle all humanity
And may your presence enlighten the whole world ultimately.”
Hrishikesh Agnihotri

Tripurari
“Zehn mein jab bhi diwali ka khayaal aaya hai
Lams us shokh ke jal utthe chiragon ki tarah”
TRIPURARI

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Christmas is a happy festival.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Hank Bracker
“Mardi Gras in Cuba was one of the most uninhibited festivals I have ever witnessed. Although I do not condone the criminal elements that existed behind the festive atmosphere, I dove into the sweeping pleasures without guilt. At my age, life was to be lived, and live it I did! Most of the people surrounding me, on the packed streets of Havana, came from the United States. It also seemed that half of the Miami Police Force was there for these unrestrained festivities.
Perhaps the excesses I witnessed are to be criticized, but it was all fun and well beyond my imagination. Everything was new and extremely exciting at the time. The many beautiful girls, who were said to have been exploited, certainly were as caught up in the euphoria as we were and enjoyed the moment every bit as much as we did. The decorated cars and beautiful floats with girls and guys waving, were followed by people dancing to the loud Latin beat. The jubilant parade wound its way along the coastal route to the Avenida Maceo, having started from the wide boulevard Calle G or Avenida de los Presidentes. Crowds of tourists and other revelers laughed and cheered. Smaller, but every bit as intense, were celebrations on other main streets such as Calle Neptuno. Everyone had a great time, and thanks to our officers, even our available time ashore was extended by an hour. I don’t think that it was abused by anyone, but the next day we were all tired and nursing hangovers.”
Captain Hank Bracker, "Salty & Saucy Maine"

Crystal King
“I loved Vinalia. Every year Passia and I looked forward to the first feast of the three-day festival. Aelia would line up the servants on both sides of the long hallway leading from the front door through the atrium. Together Apicius, Apicata, and Aelia would walk the lines and place a grape on the tongue of each slave and say a blessing to the lady Venus. Then Apicius would have ten jars of his best Falernian wine brought up from the cellar and he would give them to his most loyal servants. I would make sweet curds and honey tarts for the whole household, slaves included, and we would read poetry and listen to music.”
Crystal King, Feast of Sorrow

Nitya Prakash
“Kuch log khud ko festival samajh lete hain. Ki saal bhar unko sirf manate hi rahein log.”
Nitya Prakash

Sanchita Pandey
“Your life is like many moments strewn together just like in a garland. Live one moment at a time in love, truth and gratitude and your life will become like a never ending festival! --- from the book "Lessons from My Garden”
Sanchita Pandey

“Your life is like many moments strewn together just like in a garland. Live one moment at a time in love, truth and gratitude and your life will become like a never ending festival!”
Sanchita Pandey, Lessons from my garden

Abhijit Naskar
“Thanksgiving is not about the food, it’s about the people - all people - beyond race, religion and sexuality.”
Abhijit Naskar, I Vicdansaadet Speaking: No Rest Till The World is Lifted

Abhijit Naskar
“The human world is replete with festivals - festivals that if celebrated with a sense of humaneness, instead of a sense of cultural exclusivity, could make all discriminations powerless.”
Abhijit Naskar, I Vicdansaadet Speaking: No Rest Till The World is Lifted

Abhijit Naskar
“Festivals are occasions to empower ourselves in the course of humanity - they are the occasions to rekindle the promise of humanity in our heart - the promise that we keep forgetting in the cacophony of manmade labels.”
Abhijit Naskar, I Vicdansaadet Speaking: No Rest Till The World is Lifted

“Nietzsche asked in 1882: 'What is the point of all the art of our works of art if we lose that higher art, the art of festivals?' The brief moment of intoxication lures us off the via dolorosa. Such spectacles also asserted the underlying continuity of European society since the Renaissance, despite steam engine, trainm and telegraph. Such was the confidence in the homology between the present day and a supposedly integrated and self-assured sixteenth century that people were still willing, in donning costumes, to turn themselves into living works of art. (This was the bourgeois response to the fantasy of the socialist Fourier, who thought people could become living artworks if they disrobed.) The contrast between the costumes and the black-and-white everyday garb of 1879, a way of dressing as if designed to be photographed, was sharp. Fourteen thousand citizens took part in Makart's extravaganza, 300,000 more looked on.”
Christopher S. Wood, A History of Art History

Brianne Moore
“For two weeks every August, the normally private Charlotte Square opens its gates to admit the literary masses. Huge white tents block views of the iron railings that normally keep everyone out, and picnic tables and pastel deck chairs circle the equestrian statue of Prince Albert in the middle of the lawn, inviting readers to relax with their newest signed novel. The tents fill with crowds to see every sort of author: high-flying politicos touting bestselling memoirs; writers of fantasy, chick-lit, sci-fi, young adult (and every possible combination of those). Authors and illustrators enthrall throngs of preschoolers and parents; up-and-comers present their work for appreciative and encouraging audiences. Books are signed by the hundreds and set out for sale in the inviting bookshop tents. People bask in the sunshine, when there is any, or gather in the café tent and grumble good-naturedly about the rain. They shake hands; gush "I love your work"; add to their "to be read" lists, and leave carrying new hardbacks in handy Book Festival-branded tote bags.”
Brianne Moore, All Stirred Up

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