Feel Festive All Year Round With These 9 Iconic Festive Themed Happiness Quotes
In the midst of our daily duties, work and the general task of living, the spirit of celebration can sometimes feel a million miles away…. But never fear! This post is here to invigorate your celebratory self. So whether you’re desk bound and seeking joie de vivre, about to go to a party and looking for a little pep or spending a luxury Sunday recouperating at home, you’ll find the perfect festive top up here.
After all, what’s the use of a diligent weekly wellness practice if you can’t celebrate all that happiness you’ve found? Hip hip hooray!
9 Iconic Festive Themed Happiness Quotes
7 am: (Motivate yourself on) The Dawn Of Your Special Day
Christmas morning? Birthday morning? Wedding morning? Any morning! Put on your special pants and greet the day.
Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree!
Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east
Above an hour since, yet you not drest;
Nay! not so much as out of bed?
When all the birds have matins said
And sung their thankful hymns, ’tis sin,
Nay, profanation, to keep in,Taken from the incredible Robert Herricks, Corrina’s Going A-Maying , 1674
3pm: Enable your ‘out of office’ email responder with glee, À la Shelley.
You’re very welcome. Read the full poem here
I leave this notice on my door
For each accustomed visitor:—
“I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields;—
Reflection, you may come tomorrow,
Sit by the fireside with Sorrow.—
You with the unpaid bill, Despair,—
You, tiresome verse-reciter, Care,—Percy Shelley
5pm: The Food Shop
An existential culinary companion, hello Ginsberg!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!—and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?A Supermarket in California, by ALLEN GINSBERG – Read it here
6pm: Feel Wardrobe Confident, Commit To the Look
Put on your favourite clothes, spritz your best cologne and remember how lovely you are!
Everything is created from moment to moment, always new. Like fireworks, this universe is a celebration and you are the spectator contemplating the eternal Fourth of July of your absolute splendor.Francis Lucille, Eternity Now
8pm: The Whole Earth Is My Dance Floor
Celebrate your sensual life and let your body effervesce on the dance floor (or on the commute, on the yoga mat and even on the sofa) with a little help from the Polish poet Anna Swir.
I walk dancing,Anna Swir, My Body Effervesces. Read it here
if I wish, I will soar.
10pm: Panic At The Disco
A song for anyone who has ever longed to be the belle of the ball. It’s Rudyard Kiplings ‘My Rival’
I go to concert, party, ball—
What profit is in these?
I sit alone against the wall
And strive to look at ease.
The incense that is mine by right
They burn before her shrine;
And that’s because I’m seventeen
And She is forty-nine.Rudyard Kipling, My Rival Read it here
Midnight: Peak Moments
“I am so damn
Alive.”WOW, by Hafiz Read it here and order yourself a copy of The Gift by Daniel Ladinsky for more Hafiz Loveliness!
3am: Heading Home At Dawn
I’ve always loved this poem. I can’t be sure of the context, or what it’s really about, but it reminds me of late nights wandering home through Spitalfields or Covent Garden market in London. How different all the closed stores and street lamps were at twilight. Simply gorgeous.
I said to my friend stop falling on your knees
I have to keep pulling you on to your feet again —
then the dawn came down silently between
the rows of vegetables
and we passed out into the white star
rejoicing companionless in our loveFrancis Brabazon, Victoria Market. Read it here
8am: Waking Up Together, Somewhere New.
it was like the feeling
you get sometimes in a country you’ve never visited
before, when the bread doesn’t taste quite the same,
the butter is a small adventure, and they put
paprika on the table instead of pepper,Alden Nowlan, Great Things Have Happened – read it here (It’s totally wow!)
Noon: A Lazy Sunday… talking about last night
Why wait for another party, when every moment is a celebration.
The clouds above us come together and disperse; The breeze in the courtyard departs and returns. Life is like that, so why not relax? Who can keep us from celebrating?Lu-Yu