birthday

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army. Visiting Kathy's grave was the less dramatic of the two.

— John Scalzi

If your Birthday is on Christmas day, and you're not Jesus, you should start telling people your birthday is on June 9 or something. Just read up on the traits of a Gemini. Suddenly you're a multitasker who loves the color yellow. Because not only do you get stuck with them combo gift, you get the combo song. "We wish you a merry Christmas - and happy birthday, Terry - we wish you a merry Christmas - happy birthday, Terry - we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Ye - Birthday, Terry!

— Ellen DeGeneres

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

— Balakoteswara Panchakshari

I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

— Rick Riordan

In the morning, as we're enjoying a shower together, Cash asks Mikey how long he's been working here." Since I was fourteen."" How OLD are you now?"" Eighteen."" Nice. Are there any other hot guys working here besides you?"" I'm not a prostitute. I'm a ranch hand."" Sorry- I didn't mean-" "It's okay." As they kiss and make up, I inform Cash that I was Mikey's first." Really?" Cash laughed. "You were?"" Yeah-" Mikey answered. "He was."" I was his birthday present last month..." Cash laughed, "How much did that set you back-?

— Giorge Leedy

Isn’t it wonderful to give birth to your own kind?

— Lailah Gifty Akita

It is a peculiarity of knitters that they chronically underestimate the amount of time it takes to knit something. Birthday on Saturday? No problem. Socks are small. Never mind that the average sock knit out of sock-weight yarn contains about 17,000 stitches. Never mind that you need two of them. (That's 34,000 stitches, for anybody keeping track.) Socks are only physically small. By stitch count, they are immense.

— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

I told her if she really cared about me, then she’d let me do whatever I wanted for my birthday, just like Mom did when I was twelve.”“What happened when you were twelve?”“Oh, Mom offered to take us all out for dinner—us girls, Dad was out of town—to celebrate, but I didn’t want to. This book I’d been waiting for had just come out, and the only thing I wanted to do was read it all night.”“My God,” I said, touching the top of her nose. “You’re adorable.” She swatted me away. “Anyway, Carly and Zoe really wanted to go out so that they could score a meal, but Mom just said, ‘It’s her birthday. Let her do whatever she wants.’”“Your mom is cool.

— Richelle Mead

I’ve realized is that every time you get something cool for your birthday or for Christmas, within a week it’s being used against you. (We'll be taking this away until your English grade improves)

— Jeff Kinney

I was starting to hate my sixteenth birthday. A pouty white dress and a cake with roses made out of pink icing and awkward dancing with boys in awkward suits was starting to sound like a great alternative. Seriously. Sign my up, I wouldn't even complain.

— Alyxandria Harvey