Top 60 Birthdays Quotes

We have birthdays and bar mitzvahs and funerals and weddings. And these ceremonies and rituals, I believe, really help us transition from one point to another.

Do not forget birthdays. This is in no way a propaganda for a larger population.

My dad played guitar, and so there were always guitars kicking around the house that I was never allowed to touch. My cousin gave me a twin-neck electric guitar for one of my birthdays. It was amazing. Even though it was mine, I was never allowed to pick it up.

When it comes to birthdays, I think there are two camps. There are people like me, who choose to treat it like any other day, and then there are the ‘birthday people.’ You know, those people who claim the full month in which they were born as their own.

Because let’s be clear about this: birthdays are for children. It’s the one day of the year where they get properly spoilt and are the centre of attention, and they get the presents they really, really want.

I stopped going to Kingdom Hall, the church, when I was 11 years old, so I was very young. They don’t celebrate birthdays, you get no Christmas, so it’s a very difficult religion for children to get into. And they do a lot of finger-pointing among the Jehovah’s Witnesses.

My husband and I were born three weeks apart, and our plan had always been to throw a joint party for our 40th birthdays.

I work every day, and every year I spend seven months away from my family. I miss my kids’ birthdays, and those are times I will never be able to go back on and share with them. That kills me.

I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over.

I love birthdays, holidays, and anything that calls for a celebration.

If you look in the Bible there’s no birthdays.

While I love walking past those beautifully lit bookstores in my neighborhood, what I mostly buy there are blank notebooks and last-minute presents for children’s birthdays.

I like to go to anybody else’s birthday, and if I’m invited I’m a good guest. But I never celebrate my birthdays. I really don’t care.

We’re gone for 280, almost 300 days a year. So 70 to 80 days I’m home every year. Being an artist, you just gotta be ready to miss certain things, like Halloween and all these kind of things that you used to be able to be free for. Birthdays, all this kind of stuff.

Don’t send funny greeting cards on birthdays or at Christmas. Save them for funerals, when their cheery effect is needed.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

Nobody can hide their birthdays anymore, so there’s no point in lying.

Family life is tough, I’ll say that for it. But in my case, I’ve mined the family. In a sense, I’ve used it. I’ve used what happened – the different events, the births of children, birthdays. Connecting, not connecting. Regret, shame, guilt. I mean, they’re all in the songs. And love, too, I hasten to add.

I love a card. You know, cards? At birthdays? I collect them.

When I was four and my sister six, we got a Susie Homemaker oven for our birthdays.

There are some designers who flash and burn – Courreges is an example of that. But he still marked fashion history. And I don’t think that longevity is always a badge of honor. Modern brand management means that we are always celebrating birthdays, when what is exciting about fashion is innovation, not repetition.

Almost every one of my various zero numbered birthdays has had a big concert in London and often in Paris.

I lost relatives to AIDS. A couple of my closest cousins, favorite cousins. I lost friends to AIDS, high school friends who never even made it to their 21st birthdays in the ’80s. When it’s that close to you, you can’t – you know, you can’t really deny it, and you can’t run from it.

I hate birthdays.

I have a few pieces that I got for my birthdays or that I bought for myself: I acquire things that speak to me and put them on my wall. When I see things I like, I just know.

I’m not a great stickler for giving or receiving presents on birthdays, anniversaries, etc. as a ‘must do.’ I prefer giving a gift without occasion if I feel it’s something a friend will like.

The main prank that we play with props is for people’s birthdays. The special effects people will put a little explosive in the cake so it blows up in their face – that’s always fun to play on a guest star, or one of the trainees or someone who’s new.

I’ve forgotten the birthdays of everyone close to me. I have forgotten to pay bills, file tax returns on time, go to meetings, and, every week, I forget to put the bins out. But I have never forgotten I want my lunch.

I loved the domesticity of my life as a struggling actor. When I wasn’t going to auditions, I could do things like cook dishes from scratch and take them to parties or be really thoughtful about birthdays and anniversaries.

Anniversaries are like birthdays: occasions to celebrate and to think ahead, usually among friends with whom one shares not only the past but also the future.

I think my mom is the person that holds the family together. For birthdays, for the holidays or whatever, everything has to go through my mom. She’s the one reminding us about everything that’s going on in the family, she’s in touch with everybody while we’re on our own doing our things.

I hate celebrating birthdays.

Birthdays, for me, are not really important. It is just like any other day.

Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them.

I was turning 20 during my first record. Those decade birthdays always kind of cause me, it seems, to reflect, look back, and then look forward. I just was closing this period of my life where I was living in a car and scrambling my whole life to then signing a six-record deal with Atlantic.

Birthdays are meant for special occasions.

The reason I met my husband was because I remembered a friend’s birthday. The moral of the story is: Remember people’s birthdays.

In our family, and not just us but even with my cousins, uncles and aunts, we celebrate every festival – be it Christmas, Easter, Eid, Diwali or our birthdays.

I’m going to hide – I always do on my birthday, I never celebrate birthdays.

I drew a lot. I always had sketchbooks. My parents were really great about any gift-giving holiday – birthdays, Hanukkah, Christmas – it was always art supplies for my brother and I.

There are going to be birthdays, weddings, BBQs and work dos and you are entitled to have a few drinks, a slice of cake, a pepperoni pizza or an Easter egg every now and then.

My dad would be down at the social club and my mum would be looking after us. Their time out together was limited to birthdays and, particularly being Scottish, to Hogmanay and Christmas.

Helping women make informed decisions about the best contraceptive methods for their families would also help us ensure that more infants are celebrating their first birthdays.

I loved raising my kids. I loved the process, the dirt of it, the tears of it, the frustration of it, Christmas, Easter, birthdays, growth charts, pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.

I lost relatives to AIDS, a couple of my closest cousins. I lost friends to AIDS, high-school friends who never even made it to their 21st birthdays in the ’80s. When it’s that close to you, you can’t really deny it, and you can’t run from it.

I rarely see my family; my older brother, Peter, has twins – I was not there on the day of their birth or for any of their birthdays.

My ace in the hole as a human being used to be my capacity for remembering birthdays. I worked at it. Whenever I made a new friend, I made a point of finding out his or her birthday early on, and I would record it in my Filofax calendar.

I don’t pay attention to the number of birthdays. It’s weird when I say I’m 53. It just is crazy that I’m 53. I think I’m very immature. I feel like a kid. That’s why my back goes out all the time, because I completely forget I can’t do certain things anymore – like doing the plank for 10 minutes.

There will be birthdays in the next twelve months; books keep well; they’re easy to wrap: buy those books now. Buy replacements for any books looking raggedy on your shelves.

Birthdays are about doing something fun and interesting.

I may have managed to build a successful technology startup that had gone public by the time my three kids hit their 13th birthdays, but don’t think that bought my wife and me any special respect from our teenagers.

My grandmother lived to 104 years old, and part of her success was she woke up every morning to a brand new day. She said every morning is a new gift. Her favorite hobby was collecting birthdays.

I hate birthdays. I thought that I only hated my own birthday, and then I realized that I hate my children’s birthdays too.

Birthdays are getting harder as I get older.

I used to get a lot of rubber ducks on my birthdays as presents because, you know, I make rubber ducks. But then I get the ugliest ones with a neck, ugly colors, and devil ears. I don’t like those.