Quotes About Birthday

When I was little I thought, isn't it nice that everybody celebrates on my birthday? Because it's July 4th.

At her birthday, my seven-year-old daughter will say that she wants these big cakes and certain expensive toys as presents, and I can't say no to her. It would just break my heart. But when I was little, for birthdays we just played outside and we were happy if we got any cake.

A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip.

It's your birthday to-day, so why are we waiting? Without further delay, Let's start celebrating.

Often have I reckoned up on my birthday the increasing years — the feathers in the broad wing of time — and thought upon the sounding flights of youth...

I am glad it is your birthday. It is this little bouquet's birthday too. Its Father is a very old man by the name of Nature...

When asked what gift he wanted for his birthday, the yogi replied: "I wish no gifts, only presence."

I was standing right behind Marilyn, completely invisible, when she sang 'Happy birthday, Mr. President.' And indeed, the corny thing happened: Her dress split for my benefit, and there was Marilyn, and yes, indeed, she didn't wear any underwear.

Every day, every birthday candle I blow out, every penny I throw over my shoulder in a wishing well, every time my daughter says, 'Let's make a wish on a star, ' there's one thing I wish for: wisdom.

I'm a very keen baker; I pride myself on my cakes. I go along the classic sponge line, but I like to jazz it up: I've made some psychedelic birthday cakes.

I get bashful in the spotlight. Even at home or at a birthday party, I hate that stuff.

I'm a humungous Browns fan. My 30th birthday was actually at the Browns' stadium.

I'm in a difficult position in the sense that, preposterous as this might sound, I don't like being the centre of attention. I get up on stage every night and play songs, but I almost feel the songs are the centre of attention. I don't like opening my birthday presents in front of people, either.

Tell me of what plant-birthday a man takes notice, and I shall tell you a good deal about his vocation, his hobbies, his hay fever, and the general level of his ecological education.

Many massacres have happened when people yell "surprise"! Pearl Harbor. The Tet Offensive. My uncle's 50th birthday party. I was there, man! How many more people gotta die?

I'm trying to get the record that I made at my birthday party last year, trying to get that out, and the lawyers are diddling around with it and it probably won't be out until next year. I don't know.

Nicole Richie invited me to her birthday party, and it was at Michael Jackson's Neverland!

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. When they were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed her for the first time... For her sixteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and together they learned the words.

Obviously at wit's end, he scrubbed his hands over his face. "Doesn't your breed stop having birthdays at forty?" "We may stop counting, Dr. Carnegie, but that doesn't mean we don't expect an appropriate gift on the occasion.

Oggi è il compleanno di mamma". "L'hai già chiamata?": "Non ancora"... "Chiamala e basta. Ti farà sentire una merda. Ma è quello che fanno sempre le madri". Non era per niente quello che facevano sempre le madri. Lei non sarebbe diventata quel tipo di madre.

A plane dragged black letters through the air: Happy Birthday America—200 Years of Liberty and Independence. Who paid for it? He couldn't tell, so he added: Love, Buckwheat.

Shouldn't be having a birthday party two weeks after your birthday ... Okay, three days, no more than that though, it's not your birthday anymore! There's gotta be a time, there's gotta be a cutoff point where you can't have birthday parties. You're so desperate for a party that you have to have a party two weeks after? Wait till next year, you missed it!

If I allow my gaze to travel higher-which I won't-I'll see the solid gold basketball charm on a chain that my mother gave him for his eighteenth birthday nestled in his coarse, whorled chest hair. My front teeth throb as the memory of the charm bangs against them.

Is it birthday weather for you, dear soul? Is it fine your way, With tall moon-daisies alight, and the mole Busy, and elegant hares at play By meadow paths where once you would stroll In the flush of day?