Quotes About Birthday

I had a birthday one night on a farm we were shooting on. I walked into the tent, and there were 150 people waiting for me, all wearing masks of my face.

Hope your Birthday gently breezes into your life all the choicest of things and all that your heart holds dear Have A Fun- Filled Day.

She felt an unexpected pang of homesickness (or was it some physical complaint?) and suddenly remembered that it was her mother's birthday today or tomorrow or sometime last week.

What makes this case and others particularly paradoxical is the following statement,  by His Royal Highness King Bhumibol Adulyadej who himself said the following on his birthday speech of 2005: "Actually,  I must also be criticized.  I am not afraid if the criticism concerns what I do wrong, because then I know.  Because if you say the king CANNOT [my emphasis] BE CRITICIZED, it means that the king is not HUMAN [my emphasis]." 

I thought it would be cool to Skype with fans on their birthday and spend, like, a half-hour with them. I did a couple of two-hour Skypes. I just hang out with them and play songs and stuff. At first they're kind of shy, but after a while they open up. I've had a lot of people tell me I'm doing something no one has ever done before.

It was a big pleasure to play a Grand Slam match on my birthday.

Sophie could feel Syrena's sigh; the mermaid's body beneath her sagged with it. "Can't even be mad at you," the mermaid said, her voice little more than a mumble. "You too stupid to even be mad at. You live in world without poetry, without poets. You think poet's job to tell your mother happy birthday. You are such a fool you don't even know you are a fool. How can I be mad at such fool? Poet's job to create the world.

Love, light & blessings be On this day I wish to say 'Health & Happiness to come your way' Happy Birthday

Well? I've had a great birthday so far. Are you going to make it the most memorable one of my life by telling me you love me back?" ~Isaiah Coulter

MOTHER LOVE IS THE FUEL THAT ENABLES A NORMAL HUMAN BEING TO DO IMPOSSIBLE.HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM

I know when a festival comes, I'm just searching for a beautiful birthday quote for her.

Oh, Kendra, before I forget, Gavin asked me to give you this letter. He held out a gray, speckled envelope. Happy birthday to you! Seth exclaimed, his voice full of implications. Kendra tried not to blush as she tucked the envelope away. Dear Kendra, Seth improvised, you're the only girl who really gets me, you know, and I think you're very mature for your age-- What about some cake? Grandma interrupted, holding the first piece out to Kendra and glaring at Seth.

High school basically continued with bouts of her getting drunk and then stopping for a day. There was not one major moment or birthday celebration during which she could remain sober. I learned how to plan my joy. I would front-load my birthdays with breakfast activities or plan to be with her for only the beginning of an event. Then I would go off to be with friends and know that that would be the last I would see of my mother's real facial expressions.

How about these birthday congratulations, these many, many happy returns of the day, when ev'rybody but you knows there won't be any!

The wicked gleam had returned to his eyes. "Why the sudden urgency? From what I understand, you're not scheduled to get married until the sixth anniversary of your twenty-first birthday.

I definitely break out karaoke when my friends have birthday parties.

I raised the hood of my cape and opened my umbrella. Headmistress had given it to me for my twenty-first birthday, knowing how fond I was of the purple foxglove that bloomed in the park. When open, the underside revealed in each of the panels a spray of painted stems, lush with lavender bells. "No matter how bad the weather, you will always be able to look up and see something that will cheer you," she had said, knowing that my quiet moods often concealed an orphan's melancholy.

So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

You got me a birthday cake. It was pink. I smashed it into the ceiling.

Only then, approaching my fortieth birthday, I made philosophy my life's work.

I'm over the moon to be involved in the 'Doctor Who' Christmas special. I can't quite believe it as it's a part of the family tradition at the Jenkins household. I heard the news that I got the role on my 30th birthday and it was the best birthday present ever.

'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me, save the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after.

Cakes are special. Every birthday, every celebration ends with something sweet, a cake, and people remember. It's all about the memories.

I was exceptionally opinionated as a teenager, never afraid to rant and ruin a birthday party or cinema trip.