Revelry Quotes

“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

“You will never get a satisfactory answer, no matter how much effort or reason you expend, to these types of questions. You probably can't even hope to acquire even mildly strong evidence either way. You will never know, beyond doubt, in advance, what is going to happen to you when you die. Never! And really why should you care? Why do you give a rat's ass? You're five years old. Don't worry about what happens when you die, worry about what happens when you live for crying out loud! Christ, if I was your age, I'd be out living it up, hitting on chicks, getting drunk, c'mon. You with me kid?”
― Sergio De La Pava, A Naked Singularity

“That night we camped on the shore of a flourishing green land. Around their fires, the men were tense and quiet, muffled by dread. I could hear their whispers, the wine sloshing as they passed it. No man wanted to lie awake imagining tomorrow.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“We are like a mockery to the dead-so young and so alive, our blood beating hot and excited in our veins. If the roles were reversed and it were me who lay beneath the earth, beneath this thoughtless revelry, I would want to grab hold of the revelers; pull them by the ankles; such the breath from their mouths, the blood from their veins; steal their young bodies, young heart, young dreams for myself”
― Erica Waters, All That Consumes Us

“A hob played a lute strung with another reveler's hair.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“JOHNNY: Friends! Outcasts. Leeches. Undesirables. A blessing on you, and upon this beggars' banquet. This day we draw a line in the chalk, and push back against the bastard pitiless busybody council, and drive them from this place for ever. I, Rooster Byron, your merciless ruler, have decreed that today all my bounty is bestowed upon you, gratis. There will be free booze, bangers, draw, whizz and whatnot, for all the minions of my kingdom.”
― Jez Butterworth

“Last evening, a group of women had danced for them and the entire night was spent in revelry. By morning, a good many young men were missing, looped in the alluring coils of the locks of the departing dancers.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“He wanted to rip Worthing to shreds. Feed the pieces to hungry wolves. And then, if he were feeling spiteful, burn their waste.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Lost Heiress

“Peanut shells are not debris, but merely the byproduct of too much revelry...”
― Nanette L. Avery