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

And the news got worse. It appeared that there was this whole other person Jesus Christ whose birthday a lot of people tended to confuse with mine. I was personally outraged. It was a long time before I forgave the Lord for that.

Although they probably know that some children were used and some children are used as miners, most adults are ignorant of the chocolate industry’s use of minors.

Most people would instantly start feeling ten years older if someone were to convince them that they were actually born a decade before their birthdate.

But I get it; it's a way to mark time. When your life's too busy, it forces you to check in with yourself. Or when it feels all the same all the time, maybe it can make you feel special.

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.

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.

Like almost all girls I don't know the date of my birth: my parents did not trouble to record the day and the time. I only know the year and the season, and I only know the season because my mother had a great desire for asparagus when she was carrying me and swears that she ate it too green and her bellyache brought on my birth.

Birthday is a sacred-life celebration.

Life begins at the day of birth. Birthday is a great day of honour.

A child of God, special possession.

The birth of a child is divine miracle.

A birthday is a glorious day filled with good laughter, gladness and great memories.

Every day we are reborn.

Birthday is special day of one's life

Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.

The day of birth is day of life.

People are so lonely, they spend their birthdays on the Internet, thanking people for wishing them a happy birthday, people who only know it’s their birthday because Facebook told them.

Birthday, Birthday, Birthday! Celebrate your day of birth, no matter the circumstances of your birth. Be thankful and joyful for the gift of life on this divine day.

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

The day of birth is a miraculous day.

Natales grate numeras?(Do you count your birthdays with gratitude?)

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.

Every birthday celebrates a life because every life is important.

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

A child s a special possession from God.

Hannah ran past, beaming. I remember that feeling--when you're a kid and it's your birthday and for one day everyone makes you feel like the most special person in the world.

Celebrate your day of birthday as special day.Make a specific birthday wishes and write it down.You will be amazed about the power of pen and inner strength to accomplish the wishes.This will be a special gift for yourself on each birthday.

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.

Birthday is a glorious day.

What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one.

Glen had a disability more disfiguring than a burn and more terrifying than cancer. Glen had been born on the day after Christmas. "My parents just combine my birthday with Christmas, that's all," he explained.But we knew this was a lie. Glen's parents just wrapped a couple of his Christmas presents in birthday-themed wrapping paper, stuck some candles in a supermarket cake, and had a dinner of Christmas leftovers.

My mother buys a handful of wishing beans, which just seem to be white, dry beans with no specific magickal import. She will parse these out over the months when she feels her family members most need a wish. She can believe in wishes, since it is the familiar magic of wells, birthdays, and first stars.

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.

Mondays taste like split-pea soup,Tuesdays taste like gobbledygook,Wednesdays taste like licorice,Thursdays taste like deep-fried fish,Fridays taste like the color red,Saturdays taste like gingerbread,Sundays taste like chicken breast,But birthdays! Birthdays taste the best!Birthdays taste like chocolate cake,Balloons, presents, and sirloin steak.

Time is a function of memory; what does not pass through a smile flies away through dark. Celebrating passing time applies to the successful ones. Cheer on your birthday, you're among the lucky ones.

You hate birthdays yet pee your pants over presents. There is clearly something wrong with you," Garrett joked.

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

I can't tell you his age but when he was born the wonder drug was Mercurochrome.

You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to a hundred.

She's not pushing forty she's dragging it.

My wife never lies about her age. She just tells everyone she's as old as I am. Then she lies about my age.

Looking fifty is great - if you're sixty.

The age of some women is like the speedometer on a used car - you know it's set back but you don't know how far.

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

The best contraceptive for old people is nudity.

Pushing fifty is exercise enough.

After thirty a body has a mind of its own.

I stay away from natural foods. At my age I need all the preservatives I can get.

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

Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age. Nothing does - except wrinkles. It's true some wines improve with age. But only if the grapes were good in the first place.

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

Middle age is when your old classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.

It's a sobering thought: When Mozart was my age he had been dead for two years.

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.

When I think of my dad as a little boy I tend to think of him in black and white.

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

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

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always asked to do things and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down.

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

I'm sixty-five but if there were fifteen months in every year I'd only be forty-eight.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

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

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 best way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once.

Actually being sixty-five isn't so bad. As a matter of fact I rather like being called a sexagenarian. At this time of life it sounds like flattery.

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

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

I may be forty but every morning when I get up I feel like a twenty-year-old. Unfortunately there's never one around.

Age is mind over matter. If you don't mind it doesn't matter.

She's too young for Medicare and too old for me to care.

When she told me her age I believed her - why not? she hasn't changed her story for five years.

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.

I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.

The cost of living is going up and the chance of living is going down.

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

When Julia Child was asked to what she credited her longevity she replied "Red meat and gin."

Once my wife gave me a wonderful birthday present. She let me win an argument.

When we're young we want to change the world. When we're old we want to change the young.

The secret of staying young is to live honestly eat slowly and lie about your age.

I refuse to admit I'm more than fifty-two even if that does make my sons illegitimate.

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

I'm at an age where my back goes out more than I do.

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

I wouldn't say someone is old just because his social security is in Roman numerals or because Mozart played at his senior prom.

Gray hair is God's graffiti.

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.

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

You're only young once but you can always be immature.

You know you're getting older when you don't care where your wife goes just so you don't have to go along.

Enjoy how sweet how thoughtful how kind I'm being on your birthday. Because tomorrow it's back to the same old crap.

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

She claims she just turned thirty but it must have been a U-turn!

Middle age is having a choice between two temptations and choosing the one that'll get you home earlier.

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

Of all the things I miss the thing I miss the most is my mind.

My health is good it's my age that's bad.

He's so old his social security number is two digits.

Sometimes I feel that I'm not just aging . . . I'm decomposing.

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.

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

Middle age is when your narrow waist and broad mind begin to change places.

The secret to longevity is to keep breathing.

People who have the most birthdays live the longest.

Middle age occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.

To what do you attribute your advanced age? Well I suppose I must attribute it to the fact that I have not died.

There are three signs of old age: loss of memory ... I forget the other two.

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

I was just thinking when I was a young girl I never knew what every young girl was supposed to know. And now I am going to be an old lady I don't know what every old lady is supposed to know.

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

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.

There are three ages of man: youth middle age and "Gee you look good."

The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.

If you want to know how old a woman is . . . ask her sister-in-law.

You know you are getting older when "happy hour" is a nap.

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