Party
Quotes - Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to
Hell
“I'm
the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a
class with her.”
―
Tom Leveen, Party
“Nobody's
ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your
eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine too?”
―
J.K. Rowling , Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
“Telling
an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.”
―
Criss Jami, Killosophy
“I
believe when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade...and try to find
someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.”
―
Ron White
“The
grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have
been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you.”
―
Frederick Buechner
“Too
young to party, just odd enough to participate in federal investigations of
serial murder. Story of my life.”
―
Jennifer Lynn Barnes, All In
“When
you're the most happening person at the party, it's time to leave”
―
Kelly Cutrone, If You Have to Cry, Go Outside: And Other Things Your Mother
Never Told You
“THE
LUXE IS . . .
Pretty
girls in pretty dresses, partying until dawn.
Irresistible
boys with mischievous smiles and dangerous intentions.
White
lies, dark secrets, and scandalous hookups.
This
is Manhattan in 1899.”
―
Anna Godbersen
“Flushed
with starlight and moonlight drowned,
All
the dreamers are castle-bound.
At
midnight’s stroke, we will unwind,
Revealing
fantasies soft or unkind.
Show
me debauched nightmares or sunniest daydreams.
Come
not as you are but as you wish to be seen.”
―
Erin A. Craig, House of Salt and Sorrows
“I
am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a
detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to
push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts
wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live
tomorrow
for
I am not a poem.
I am
tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspired
but
empty and weary
from
drinking too much
at
all times
and
I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speak
for
I don’t speak much
at
all
and
my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I
only use it when I sing and I always sing too much
or
not at all
and
never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am
not
a
poem
but
an elegy
at
my best
but
unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s
only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was
born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that,
but
others are not.”
―
Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving
& Arriving
“One
might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had
slipped off her print dress and white apron to array herself in blue and
pearls, the day changed, put off stuff, took gauze, changed to evening, and
with the same sigh of exhilaration that a woman breathes, tumbling petticoats
on the floor, it too shed dust, heat, colour; the traffic thinned; motor cars,
tinkling, darting, succeeded the lumber of vans; and here and there among the
thick foliage of the squares an intense light hung. I resign, the evening
seemed to say, as it paled and faded above the battlements and prominences,
moulded, pointed, of hotel, flat, and block of shops, I fade, she was
beginning. I disappear, but London would have none of it, and rushed her bayonets
into the sky, pinioned her, constrained her to partnership in her revelry.”
―
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
“Cal's
face swam into view. I couldn't hear him over the ringing in my ears. I'm
pretty sure he mouthed for me to lie still, which seemed easy enough.
He
held my hand, and while the pain didn't go away, a woozy sense of calm spread
over me. So I was pretty dispassionate as I rolled my head to the side and
watched Cal pull a six-inch shared of demonglass out of my shoulder. As soon as
it was out, the burning faded, but I knew I'd have yet another another scar.
"That present sucked," I muttered.”
―
Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass
“I'm
gonna party, see how intoxicated I can get and how many rules I can flaunt.
That's my motto.”
―
H.G. Bissinger, Friday Night Lights
“There
was nothing wrong with being a homebody. There was nothing wrong with not
wanting - not needing - the constant jostle and noise of a party or bar or...
whatever.”
―
Charles de Lint, Jack of Kinrowan: Jack the Giant-Killer / Drink Down the Moon
“It
is easy to decide on what is wrong to wear to a party, such as deep-sea diving
equipment or a pair of large pillows, but deciding what is right is much
trickier.”
―
Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope
“I
know this is war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.”
―
Kristin Cashore, Fire
“All
worries are less with wine.”
―
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
“Going
so soon? I wouldn't hear of it. Why my little party's just beginning.
~
Wicked Witch of the West Wizard of Oz”
―
Noel Langley, The Wizard of Oz Screenplay
“It
was like a Russian party, Arkady thought. People got drunk, recklessly
confessed their love, spilled their festering dislike, had hysterics, marched
out, were dragged back in and revived with brandy. It wasn't a French salon.”
―
Martin Cruz Smith
