Birthdays Quotes - Page 2

What can you say when your husband says: 'You can't expect me to remember your birthday when you never look any older."

Middle age is when you have met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else and usually is.

The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it.

Middle age is when anything new in the way you feel is most likely a symptom.

Life begins at fifty but so does bad eyesight arthritis and the habit of telling the same story three times to the same listeners.

Unexpected gifts were better accepted when they were presented by total strangers, I had learnt.

Birthday is a glorious day.

You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoes and wonder what else you can do while you're down there.

Old age is like everything else to make a success of it you got to start young.

Birthday Soup is good to eat, but not as good as Birthday Cake.

Birthday is a sacred-life celebration.

Birthdays were made for going wild over the people we think are amazing.

Remember when we used to laugh at old people when we were young? Do you recall what was so funny?

Try to accept each other for what you are and don't point out the fact that the hair he's losing on his head is now growing out of his nose - and his ears.

She was born in the year of our Lord only knows. The years that a woman subtracts from her age are not lost. They are added to other women's.

At eighty-eight how do you feel when getting up in the morning? . . . Amazed!

We've reached an age that when construction workers stare at us it's because they figure we might be considering a remodeling job.

He is at an age that whenever a pretty girl smiles at him he immediately looks down to see what is unzipped.

For weeks I've been telling him not to buy anything for my birthday and he still forgot to bring me something.

I don't generally feel anything until noon then it's time for my nap.

I have everything I had twenty years ago only it's all a little bit lower.

It's an awful thing to grow old by yourself. My wife hasn't had a birthday in seven years.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you are aboard there is nothing you can do.

If you think a lot of the comments made tonight are not funny but are immature and tasteless that's only because the sense of humor is the first thing to go.

My notion of a wife at forty is that a man should be able to change her like a banknote for two twenties.

I was going to take you out to lunch for your birthday . . . but you already are.

As one cat said to another: Birthdays are like fur balls - the more you have the more you gag.

How could they have forgotten the importance of today’s date? My brain screamed at me as, with shaking fingers, I climbed the stairs to the bus, before making my way to the back, out of sight. My birthday, like the norm, happens on the same date every year. Therefore, the confused part of my brain argued, how could they have all simply forgotten this fact and acted so “normal” when I entered the kitchen this morning? They may have been abducted by aliens in the night? This was a voice from the incomprehensible area of my mind. Consequently, their behaviour would make complete sense then! Furthermore, answered another voice from the same ridiculous compartment, they could’ve simply gone to bed last night fine and then awoken the next morning with amnesia? Sometimes, these things happen unexpectedly. Adele Rose, Awakening.

After thirty a body has a mind of its own.

Women don't get a tattoo. That butterfly looks great on your breast when you're twenty or thirty but when you get to be seventy it stretches into a condor.

I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.

There's one advantage to being 102. There's no peer pressure.

Surely, if my parents and older brother were awake now, that would mean that they would have remembered such an important date and, as soon as they saw me, congratulate me on living another year? Adele Rose, Awakening.

I'm at the stage of life when if a girl says no to me I'm profoundly grateful to her.

A birth-date is a reminder to celebrate the life as well as to update the life.

They all seem infected with a vivaciousness that isn't common in our compound, and there are more smiles on their faces than I've ever seen at once. And yet as I watch them, I feel more intensely than ever the knowledge that I'm not one of them. For these moral humans, birthdays are a kind of countdown to the end, the ticking clock of a dwindling life. For me, birthdays are notches on an infinite timeline. Will I grow tired of parties one day? Will my birthday become meaningless? I imagine myself centuries from now, maybe at my three-hundredth birthday, looking all the way back to my seventeenth. How will I possibly be happy, remembering the light in my mother's eyes? The swiftness of Uncle Antonio's steps as he dances? The way my father stands on edge of the courtyard, smiling in that vague, absent way of his? The scene shifts and blues in my imagination. As if brushed away by some invisible broom, these people whom I've known my entire life disappear. The courtyard is empty, bare, covered in decaying leaves. I imagine Little Cam deserted, with everyone dead and gone and only me left in the shadows. Forever.

Some birthdays make you happy.Some birthdays bring you down.Some birthdays make you jump for joyWhile others paint a frown.Regardless of your feelingsOr if you’re far or near,The earth was blessed this special dayWhen Heaven placed you here.