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birthday ::: n. --> The day in which any person is born; day of origin or commencement.
The day of the month in which a person was born, in whatever succeeding year it may recur; the anniversary of one&
BIRTHDAY. ::: There is a rhythm (among many) In the play of the world-forces which is connected with the sun and the planets. That makes the birthday a day of possible renewal when the being is likely to be mote plastic.
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birthday ::: n. --> The day in which any person is born; day of origin or commencement.
The day of the month in which a person was born, in whatever succeeding year it may recur; the anniversary of one&
BIRTHDAY. ::: There is a rhythm (among many) In the play of the world-forces which is connected with the sun and the planets. That makes the birthday a day of possible renewal when the being is likely to be mote plastic.
bluegown ::: n. --> One of a class of paupers or pensioners, or licensed beggars, in Scotland, to whim annually on the king&
celebrate ::: v. t. --> To extol or honor in a solemn manner; as, to celebrate the name of the Most High.
To honor by solemn rites, by ceremonies of joy and respect, or by refraining from ordinary business; to observe duly; to keep; as, to celebrate a birthday.
To perform or participate in, as a sacrament or solemn rite; to solemnize; to perform with appropriate rites; as, to celebrate a marriage.
childbearing, childbirth. Viladat is the Farsi/Urdu pronunciation; Viladat Day means birth day. In Arabic, the general term for birthday, based on the same w-l-d root, is maulid.
fangsheng hui. (J. hojoe; K. pangsaeng hoe 放生會). In Chinese, "ceremony for releasing living creatures," a Buddhist ceremony held throughout East Asian Buddhism, usually on the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar or the third day of the third month. The practice of releasing animals is claimed to have been initially established as a formal ceremony by TIANTAI ZHIYI (538-597), who followed the account presented in the SUVARnAPRABHĀSOTTAMASuTRA (C. Jinguangming jing; "Sutra of Golden Light"), which describes the practice of releasing captured animals (FANGSHENG), especially fish. The Suvarnaprabhāsottamasutra tells a story about Jalavāhana (sākyamuni Buddha in an earlier incarnation), who saved ten thousand fish by bringing water to a dried-up pond. He then recited for them the ten epithets of the buddha Ratnasikhin/Ratnabhava, since he had been told that any creatures who heard that buddha's name at the time their deaths would be reborn in the heavens; he continued on to teach them the doctrine of conditioned origination (PRATĪTYASAMUTPĀDA). In 575, Zhiyi is said to have lamented the fact that local folk made their living by catching fish, so he built a "pond where creatures could be released" (fangsheng chi) and preached to the freed fish the SADDHARMAPUndARĪKASuTRA and the Suvarnaprabhāsottamasutra. The fangsheng ceremony subsequently became one of the important rituals within the TIANTAI ZONG, even though there is no extant record of its performance until it was revived by Luoxi Yiji (919-987), the fifteenth head of the Tiantai school. Public ceremonies of releasing animals were also held at court, particularly on the Buddha's Birthday, and lay groups were organized at the local level to release animals. The Ming-dynasty monk YUNQI ZHUHONG's (1535-1615) Fangsheng yi ("Rite for Releasing Living Creatures") is considered one of the standard sources for the fangsheng ritual. This ritual entails bestowing the three refuges (TRIsARAnA) on the creatures to be released, reciting the ten epithets of the buddha Ratnasikhin/Ratnabhava, teaching the creatures the twelvefold chain of dependent origination (a difficult doctrine even for bipeds), and concluding with a repentance rite for the animals' transgressions.
fangsheng. (T. srog blu/tshe thar; J. hojo; K. pangsaeng 放生). In Chinese, "releasing living creatures," referring to the practice of buying captured animals, such as fish, turtles, or birds, and then setting them free; the focus of a ritual popular in East Asian Buddhism, the "ceremony of releasing living creatures" (FANGSHENG HUI). The Buddhist tradition asserts that merit (PUnYA) is produced by both actively pursuing wholesome actions (KUsALA-KARMAPATHA) as well as refraining from unwholesome actions (AKUsALA-KARMAPATHA); fangsheng is regarded as an enhancement of both types of action, by furthering the first lay precept (sĪLA) that forbids the unsalutary action of killing, as well as the MAHĀYĀNA precept that encourages the salutary act of vegetarianism. ¶ The two representative scriptures on fangsheng are the FANWANG JING ("Book of Brahmā's Net") and the SUVARnAPRABHĀSOTTAMASuTRA (C. Jinguangming jing; "Sutra of Golden Light"), the former providing the doctrinal basis for the practice of fangsheng, the latter a protypical example of a fangsheng hui. The Fanwang jing says that because all sentient beings in the six destinies (sAdGATI; see also GATI) have at some time or other during the vastness of SAMSĀRA been one's parents, a person should always strive to rescue creatures from people who would kill them in order to save them from their torment. The Suvarnaprabhāsottamasutra tells a story about Jalavāhana (sĀKYAMUNI Buddha in an earlier life), who saved ten thousand fish who were dying in a dried up pond by bringing water to refill it. He then recited for them the ten epithets of the buddha Ratnasikhin/Ratnabhava, since he had been told that any creatures who heard that Buddha's name at the time of their deaths would be reborn in the heavens. The fish were reborn as divinities in the TRĀYASTRIMsA heaven, who then rained jewels down on the earth.¶ In China, the Buddhist custom of vegetarianism had started to pervade the culture by the Qi (479-501) and Liang (502-556) dynasties, a custom that encouraged the freeing of animals. In 619, an imperial decree prohibited fishing, hunting, and the slaughter of animals during the first, fifth, and ninth months of the year. A decree of 759 established eighty-one ponds for the release and protection of fish. Fangsheng appears to have been practiced not only by individual laypeople and monks. There is a record of the Liang dynasty monk Huiji (456-515) who practiced mendicancy so he could buy and release captured animals. TIANTAI ZHIYI (538-597), the founder of the TIANTAI ZONG, is known to have performed a formal ceremony for releasing animals in 575. Zhiyi lamented the fact that local folk made their living by catching fish, so he built a "pond where creatures could be released" (fangsheng chi) and preached to the freed fish the SADDHARMAPUndARĪKASuTRA and the Suvarnaprabhāsottamasutra. Zhiyi thus established the Suvarnaprabhāsottamasutra as the scriptural authority for fangsheng. Following Zhiyi, the fangsheng ceremony subsequently became one of the important rituals used within the Tiantai school. Ciyun Zunshi (964-1032) and SIMING ZHILI (960-1028), both Tiantai monks during the Song dynasty, were ardent advocates of fangsheng, who established ponds for releasing creatures and performed the ceremony of releasing creatures, especially in conjunction with celebrations of the Buddha's birthday. In the CHAN school, YONGMING YANSHOU (904-975) and YUNQI ZHUHONG (1535-1615) were among the most enthusiastic proponents of fangsheng. Zhuhong wrote works regarding the practice of vegetarianism, including the Shirou ("On Meat-Eating") and the Shasheng feirensuowei ("Killing Is Not What Humans Are Supposed To Do"), and also composed tracts on the ritual practice of fangsheng, such as the Fangsheng yi ("Rite for Releasing Living Creatures") and the Jiesha fangsheng wen ("Text on Prohibiting Killing and Releasing Living Creatures"). His Fangsheng yi is still considered today one of the standard sources for the Fangsheng ritual. Eventually, almost every large monastery in China had a pool for releasing fish and pens for the care of livestock that had been rescued from the butcher. Because these animals had been given Buddhist precepts, they were encouraged to observe them, with males and females segregated and carnivorous fish kept separately. Birds, turtles, and fish were more popular for release than domesticated animals because they required no further assistance. The pious who delivered cows and pigs to the monastery, however, were required to contribute toward their sustenance. ¶ The practice was popular in other Buddhist countries. In medieval Japan the imperial government would order the capture of three times the number of fish needed to be released at a ceremony in order that the requisite number-often from one to three thousand-would still be alive by the time the ceremony took place. In such cases, the practice of releasing animals resulted in the unfortunate death of many before they could be liberated. Among Tibetan Buddhists, the killing of animals is normatively deplored, and protecting the life of even the tiniest insect (srog skyob) is a common practice; in the LHA SA region, a small Muslim community traditionally performed the task of killing and butchering animals; farmers and nomads butcher some of their animals each year. Vegetarianism (sha med) is admired, but not widespread in Tibet, except during the first two weeks of the fourth Tibetan month SA GA ZLA BA when, it is believed, the results of wholesome actions increase one hundred thousand times. Buying an animal destined for slaughter to protect one's own life, or more commonly to protect the life of an important religious figure, is also common; that practice is known as tshe thar, lit., "liberating life" in Tibetan.
genethliac ::: a. --> Pertaining to nativities; calculated by astrologers; showing position of stars at one&
Gsang phu ne'u thog. (Sangphu Ne'utok). A monastery associated with the BKA' GDAMS sect established south of LHA SA in 1073 by RNGOG LEGS PA'I SHES RAB; for many centuries one of the premier institutions of learning in central Tibet. The abbacy passed to the scholar and translator RNGOG BLO LDAN SHES RAB, Legs pa'i shes rab's nephew, on his thirty-fifth birthday. Blo ldan shes rab's translations and summaries (bsdus don) of all the major works of DHARMAKĪRTI, together with the commentaries of DHARMOTTARA, as well as his two major commentaries (rnam bshad) established Gsang phu as the unchallenged center for the study of epistemology (T. tshad ma; S. PRAMĀnA) until SA SKYA PAndITA's masterly presentation of Dharmakīrti's thought in about 1219 in his TSHAD MA RIGS GTER; it criticized some aspects of the Gtsang phu tradition. Most illustrious of the line of pramāna scholars after Rngog at GSANG PHU was PHYWA PA CHOS KYI SENG GE who is credited with originating the distinctively Tibetan BSDUS GRWA genre of textbook (used widely in DGE LUGS monasteries) that introduces beginners to the main topics in ABHIDHARMA in a particular dialectical form that strings together a chain of consequences linked by a chain of reasons. Gtsang phu was also the center of PRAJNĀPĀRAMITĀ studies based on the ABHISAMAYĀLAMKĀRA, originating again with Blo ldan shes rab's translation, summary, and a major commentary. It attracted great masters of various sectarian affiliations including DUS GSUM MKHYEN PA, the first KARMA PA. The monastery divided into two colleges in the twelfth century; Gnyal [alt. Mnyal] zhig 'Jam pa'i rdo rje (fl. c. 1200) was abbot during Sa skya Pandita's early years. Gnyal zhig's students passed on the traditions down to ZHWA LU monastery and to BU STON RIN CHEN GRUB and his followers. Like many former Bka' gdams institutions, it faded into obscurity with the rise of the DGE LUGS sect.
jayanti. ::: the birthday of a god or a holy person; victorious; conquering
Mithraism The worship of Mithras, a remarkable and highly mystical religion which existed long before Zoroaster as the Society of the Magi (the Great Brotherhood of Man) giving its secret teachings to qualified candidates, the future initiates. Although supposedly a worship of the sun, originating in Persia, Mithraism was “really a religious philosophy based upon the Divine, Inner, and Invisible Sun, a vortex so to say of the Divine Spiritual Fire of the Universe, of the Heart of Things” (ET 609 3rd & rev ed). Mithraism spread throughout the Greco-Roman world, especially during the 2nd and 3rd centuries and for a time threatened to supersede Christianity. A number of the liturgical rites and ceremonies of Christianity are probably of Mithraic origin. For example, rites associated with Deo Soli Invicto Mithrae (to the Unconquered God-sun, Mithras), were held at the time of the winter solstice, especially the Night of Light — now Christmas — known as the birthday of Mithras, represented as having been born in a cave or grotto, hence often called the rock-born god. Exceedingly popular in the Roman armies as well as with the rulers of the Roman Empire, Mithraism was regularly established by Trajan about 100 AD in the Empire, and the Emperor Commodus was himself initiated into its mysteries. Sacred caves or grottoes were the principal places of worship, where the Mysteries for which Mithraism was famed were enacted.
natalitious ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to one&
Popchusa. (法住寺). In Korean, "Monastery Where the Dharma Abides"; the fifth district monastery (PONSA) of the contemporary CHOGYE CHONG of Korean Buddhism, located at the base of Songni (Leaving Behind the Mundane) Mountain in North Ch'ungch'ong province. Popchusa was founded in 553, during the reign of the Silla King Chinhŭng (r. 540-576), by the monk Ŭisin (d.u.) who, according to legend, returned from the "western regions" (viz. Central Asia and India) with scriptures and resided at the monastery; hence the monastery's name. In 1101, during the Koryo dynasty, ŬICH'oN (1055-1101) held an assembly to recite the RENWANG JING ("Scripture for Humane Kings") here for the protection of the state (see HUGUO FOJIAO), which is said to have been attended by thirty thousand monks. On entering the monastery, to the back and left of the front gate there are two granite pillars that date from the eleventh century, which were used to support the hanging paintings (KWAEBUL) that were unfurled on such important ceremonial occasions as the Buddha's birthday. A pavilion on the right houses a huge iron pot dated to 720 CE, which was purportedly once used to prepare meals for monks and pilgrims; off to the side is a water tank made of stone that would have held about 2,200 gallons (ten cubic meters) of water. There is also a lotus-shaped basin dating from the eighth century and a lion-supported stone lantern sponsored by the Silla monarch Songdok (r. 702-737) in 720. The main shrine hall (TAEUNG CHoN) houses images of VAIROCANA, sĀKYAMUNI, and Rocana buddhas. Behind these three statues are three paintings of the same buddhas, accompanied by BODHISATTVAs, a young ĀNANDA, and the elderly MAHĀKĀsYAPA. In the paintings sākyamuni and Rocana are surrounded by rainbows and Vairocana by a white halo. Popchusa is especially renowned for its five-story high wooden pagoda, which dates from the foundation of the monastery in 553; it may have been the model for the similar pagoda at HoRYuJI in Nara, Japan. The current pagoda was reconstructed in 1624 and is the oldest extant wooden pagoda in Korea. The pagoda is painted with pictures of the eight stereotypical episodes in the life of the Buddha (see BAXIANG). Inside are four images of sākyamuni: the east-facing statue is in the gesture of fearlessness (ABHAYAMUDRĀ); the west, in the teaching pose (DHARMACAKRAMUDRĀ); the south, in the touching-the-earth gesture (BHuMISPARsAMUDRĀ); and the north, in a reclining buddha posture, a rare Korean depiction of the Buddha's PARINIRVĀnA. Around the four buddha images sit 340 smaller white buddhas, representing the myriad buddhas of other world systems. The ceiling inside is three stories high, and the beams, walls, and ceiling are painted with various images, including bodhisattvas and lotus flowers. Outside the pagoda is Popchusa's most striking image, the thirty-three-meter (108-foot), 160-ton bronze statue of the bodhisattva MAITREYA. The original image is said to have been constructed by the Silla VINAYA master CHINP'YO (fl. eighth century), but was removed by the Taewon'gun in 1872 and melted down to be used in the reconstruction of Kyongbok Palace in Seoul. A replacement image was begun in 1939 but was never completed; another temporary statue was crafted from cement and installed in 1964. The current bronze image was finally erected in 1989. Near the base is a statue of a woman with a bowl of food, representing the laywoman SUJĀTĀ, who offered GAUTAMA a meal of milk porridge before his enlightenment.
shangtang. (J. jodo; K. sangdang 上堂). In Chinese, lit. "ascending the hall"; a public lecture or sermon delivered by a CHAN, SoN, or ZEN master at the dharma hall. The master, often the abbot of the monastery, would typically ascend the dais in the dharma hall to deliver his sermon, hence the term shangtang, or "ascending the hall." The dharma hall of a Chan monastery typically did not house any icons, for the master himself was considered a living buddha while he was preaching on the dais. These shangtang lectures came to be carefully recorded by the disciples of the master and were typically edited together with other minor sermons like the xiaocan into the "recorded sayings" (YULU) of the master. By the medieval period, shangtang became more formalized, taking place at regular intervals; thus there are several specific types of shangtang described in the literature. Those that occurred on a bi-monthly basis were called danwang shangtang, since the sermons were given on the first (dan) and the fifteenth (wang) of each lunar month. Those that took place on the fifth, tenth, fifteenth, twentieth, twenty-fifth of each lunar month were called wucan shangtang, because there were a total of five assemblies (wucan) each month. Those held once every three days were called jiucan shangtang, because there were approximately nine such assemblies (jiucan) each lunar month. Shangtang that occurred on the birthday of the reigning emperor were called shengjie (occasion of His Majesty) shangtang, while those that took place as funerary memorials and deliverance rituals for a recently deceased emperor were called daxing zhuiyan shangtang. Shangtang that occurred after the abbot of the monastery had returned from a begging round were called chudui (troupe on a mission) shangtang. Those that took place to resolve an ongoing issue in the monastic community, such as quarrels, disputes, or other emergencies, were called yinshi shangtang (ascending the hall due to an exigency). Those that occurred to honor monastery staff overseeing internal affairs were called xie bingfu shangtang, while shangtang to honor monastery staff overseeing external and financial affairs were called xie dusizhai shangtang.
t'aenghwa. (幀). In Korean, lit. "painting"; referring to the large "hanging paintings" painted on cloth or paper, which are hung on the inside walls of Korean shrine halls or behind buddha images on the altars. The term t'aenghwa may have been in use since the Koryo dynasty (918-1392), since a painting from 1306 includes the Sinograph t'aeng in its title. Because of their vulnerability to fire, most extant t'aenghwa date from the seventeenth century onward, the period following the depredations caused by the Japanese Hideyoshi invasions (1592-1598) of the Korean peninsula. T'aenghwa tend to depict different arrangements of various buddhas, BODHISATTVAs, and ARHATs, with guardians illustrated around the perimeter of the painting. Although t'aenghwa are usually painted in full color, it is possible to find them in various restrained formats such as gold and white on a black or red background; in this type, the lines are generally drawn in gold, while the skin is painted in white. There are no examples of this restrained type of t'aenghwa before the late 1800s. In main shrine halls, t'aenghwa tend to come in sets of three, with a main painting behind the central image and accompanying paintings on the walls to the left and right of the altar. Popular themes for such central t'aenghwa include the Buddha lecturing at Vulture Peak (GṚDHRAKutAPARVATA), the PURE LAND of AMITĀBHA, the medicine buddha BHAIsAJYAGURU with the twelve zodiacal signs, and stories from Buddhist history. The t'aenghwa on the right is usually the "host of spirits" (SINJUNG) hanging painting, and shows the LOKAPĀLAs, with the dharma protector KUMĀRABHuTA (K. Tongjin) prominently featured. Kumārabhuta is typically portrayed wearing a grand, feathered headdress accompanied by over a dozen associates, who aid him in protecting the religion. The t'aenghwa on the left often commemorates the deceased and features the bodhisattva KsITIGARBHA, who has vowed to rescue all beings from the hells. Sometimes monasteries with restricted budgets or space will use t'aenghwa without accompanying statues, especially for the t'aenghwas to the left and right. T'aenghwa in smaller shrine halls may include paintings of the mountain spirit (K. sansin), the guardian kings, and the seven star (ch'ilsong; see BEIDOU QIXING) spirits of the Big Dipper. ¶ Large hanging t'aenghwa, which were traditionally displayed outdoors during Buddhist ceremonies, are known as KWAEBUL. Kwaebul are generally twenty-five to forty feet (eight to twelve m.) high, although one at SSANGGYESA is fifty feet (fifteen m.) in height. Kwaebul with a depiction of a standing MAITREYA are common. The kwaebul are displayed on the Buddha's birthday and during rites such as YoNGSANJAE, as well as for the funerals of important monks. Kwaebul are the equivalent of the Tibetan THANG KA and were especially popular in the seventeenth century.
tichang. (J. teisho; K. chech'ang 提唱). In Chinese, "lecture," a type of discourse associated especially with the CHAN ZONG and widely known in the West by its Japanese pronunciation teisho; also called tigang (J. teiko, K. chegang) or tiyao (J. teiyo, K. cheyo). Such lectures, which were often delivered in highly colloquial language, sought to point to the main purport of a Chan tradition, text, or "case" (GONG'AN) by drawing on the peculiar Chan argot and extensively citing Chan literature and Buddhist scriptures. Chan masters might also deliver a sequential series of lectures on each of the Chan cases in a larger gong'an collection, such as the BIYAN LU or the WUMEN GUAN. Such lectures were sometimes delivered in conjunction with the formal "ascending the hall" (SHANGTANG) procedure; the term may also refer to the master's expository comments regarding questions that visitors might raise in the course of listening to a formal lecture. The tichang lecture is the Chan counterpart of expositions of Buddhist teachings given by lecturers in doctrinal schools, but making more use of Chan rather than commentarial and scriptural materials. The term was widely used in the Chan tradition especially from the Song dynasty onward. Although the term appears only rarely in such Chan codes as the BAIZHANG QINGGUI ("Baizhang's Pure Rules") and the CHANYUAN QINGGUI ("Pure Rules of the Chan Garden"), these sources do describe the general procedures to be followed in delivering such a lecture. The forty-two roll Liezu tigang lu ("Record of the Lectures of Successive Patriarchs," using the alternate term tigang), compiled by the Qing-dynasty Chan master Daiweng Xingyue (1619-1684), collects about four hundred Chinese masters' lectures delivered at various special occasions, such as the reigning emperor's birthday or funeral, and in conjunction with daily services.
Viladat day 5th July, birthday of Hazrat Inayat Khan (1882), founder of the Sufi Movement. This day is celebrated in sufi circles.
yondŭng hoe. (燃燈會). In Korean, "lantern-lighting ceremony"; a Korean Buddhist celebration that originated sometime during the Koryo dynasty. To celebrate the lunar New Year, lanterns were lit on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month and kept lit for two nights. Although King Songjong (r. 982-997) banned the ceremony, the ban was lifted in the first year of King Hyonjong's (r. 1010-1031) reign and the ceremony was held again on the fifteenth day of the second lunar month and continued to be held on the second month from that point onward. In 1352, the celebration of the yondŭng hoe took place in the palace on the traditional East Asian date of the Buddha's birthday (the eighth day of the fourth lunar month) with one hundred monks in attendance, and the event was subsequently held on the Buddha's birthday throughout the remainder of the Choson dynasty. This custom of lighting lanterns to celebrate the Buddha's birthday continues today in Korea.
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The Light is nearer to us than we think and at any time its hour may come. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Himself and the Ashram, Birthday Messages for Disciples,#KEYS
2:Dearly beloved, today our Saviour is born; let us rejoice. Sadness should have no place on the birthday of life. The fear of death has been swallowed up; life brings us joy with the promise of eternal happiness. ~ Leo the Great, #KEYS
3:The birthday of the Lord is the birthday of peace: for thus says the Apostle, "He is our peace, who made both one"; because whether we are Jew or Gentile, "through Him we have access in one Spirit to the Father." ~ Pope Leo the Great, #KEYS
4:Our Savior was born today: let us be glad. For there is no proper place for sadness, when we keep the birthday of the Life, which destroys the fear of mortality and brings to us the joy of promised eternity. No one is kept from sharing in this happiness. ~ Saint Leo the Great, #KEYS
5:It is your birthday tomorrow?
Yes, Mother.
How old will you be?
Twenty-six, Mother.
I shall see you tomorrow and give you something special. You will see, I am not speaking of anything material- that, I shall give you a card and all that- but of something...You will see, tomorrow, now go home and prepare yourself quietly so that you may be ready to receive it.
Yes, Mother.
You know, my child, what "Bonne Fete" signifies, that is, the birthday we wish here?
Like that, I know what it means, Mother, but not the special significance you want to tell me.
Yes, it is truly a special day in one's life. It is one of those days in the year when the Supreme descends into us- or when we are face to face with the Eternal- one of those days when our soul comes in contact with the Eternal and, if we remain a little conscious, we can feel His Presence within us. If we make a little effort on this day, we accomplish the work of many lives as in a lightning flash. That is why I give so much importance to the birthday- because what one gains in one day is truly something incomparable. And it is for this that I also work to open the consciousness a little towards what is above so that one may come before the Eternal. My child, it is a very, very special day, for it is the day of decision, the day one can unite with the Supreme Consciousness. For the Lord lifts us on this day to the highest region possible so that our soul which is a portion of that Eternal Flame, may be united and identified with its Origin.
This day is truly an opportunity in life. One is so open and so receptive that one can assimilate all that is given. I can do many things, that is why it is important.
It is one of those days when the Lord Himself opens the doors wide for us. It is as though He were inviting us to rekindle more powerfully the flame of aspiration. It is one of those days which He gives us. We too, by our personal effort, could attain to this, but it would be long, hard and not so easy. And this- this is a real chance in life- the day of Grace.
It is an occult phenomenon that occurs invariably, without our knowledge, on this particular day of the year. The soul leaves behind the body and journeys up and up till it merges into the Source in order to replenish itself and absorb from the Supreme Its Power, Light and Ananda and comes down charged for a whole year to pass. Then again and again... it continues like this year after year. ~ The Mother, Sweet Mother, Mona Sarkar,#KEYS
6:MR. CHOUDHURY: "How can one see God?"
MASTER: "Not with these eyes. God gives one divine eyes; and only then can one behold Him. God gave Arjuna divine eyes so that he might see His Universal Form. ~ Sri Ramakrishna, The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, 1.08 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT DAKSHINESWAR,#KEYS
7:A DEVOTEE: "How can one realize God?"
MASTER: "Through that kind of love. But one must force one's demand on God. One should be able to say: 'O God, wilt Thou not reveal Thyself to me? I will cut my throat with a knife.' This is the tamas of bhakti."
DEVOTEE: "Can one see God?"
MASTER: "Yes, surely. One can see both aspects of God-God with form and without form. One can see God with form, the Embodiment of Spirit. Again, God can be directly perceived in a man with a tangible form. Seeing an Incarnation of God is the same as seeing God Himself. God is born on earth as man in every age." ~ Sri Ramakrishna, The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, 1.08 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT DAKSHINESWAR,#KEYS
8:(To the devotees) "One cannot be spiritual as long as one has shame, hatred, or fear.
Great will be the joy today. But those fools who will not sing or dance, mad with God's name, will never attain God. How can one feel any shame or fear when the names of God are sung? Now sing, all of you." ~ Sri Ramakrishna, The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, 1.08 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT DAKSHINESWAR,#KEYS
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1:Happy Birthday, Mr Presidenttttt ~ marilyn-monroe, @wisdomtrove 2:The birthday of a new world is at hand. ~ thomas-paine, @wisdomtrove 3:Radio address on his 90th birthday, 8 Mar. 1931 ~ oliver-wendell-holmes-jr, @wisdomtrove 4:Last year my birthday cake looked like a prairie fire. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove 5:For my sister's 50th birthday, I sent her a singing mammogram. ~ steven-wright, @wisdomtrove 6:How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, His precepts! ~ benjamin-franklin, @wisdomtrove 7:How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, his precepts! ~ benjamin-franklin, @wisdomtrove 8:Letter to Julia Ward Howe on her 70th birthday, 27 May (1889) ~ oliver-wendell-holmes-sr, @wisdomtrove 9:Your birthday is the vintage of your wine; the mark that warns you of your future. ~ aesop, @wisdomtrove 10:Happy Birthday to You by Don Meyer, Ph.D., www.huffingtonpost.com. October 1, 2013. ~ steven-wright, @wisdomtrove 11:Success is like reaching an important birthday and finding you're exactly the same. ~ audrey-hepburn, @wisdomtrove 12:A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove 13:I love to think that the day you're born, you're given the world as a birthday present. ~ leo-buscaglia, @wisdomtrove 14:Thanks to you, I always am so happy. Now I want to give you all the happiness on your birthday. ~ richard-bach, @wisdomtrove 15:One begins to realize that one is getting old when the birthday candles weigh more than the cake. ~ bette-davis, @wisdomtrove 16:I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing & 17:Today, you're halfway to 100! Here's to optimism, whether it is realistic or not. Happy 50th birthday! ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove 18:When carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don't stop and eat it along the way. ~ a-a-milne, @wisdomtrove 19:Good families always ritualize the table. You can say, "This is a Christmas meal; this is a birthday meal." ~ henri-nouwen, @wisdomtrove 20:People ask me what I'd most appreciate getting for my eighty-seventh birthday. I tell them, a paternity suit. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove 21:My aunt gave me a walkie-talkie for my birthday. She says if I'm good, she'll give me the other one next year. ~ steven-wright, @wisdomtrove 22:For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier... I put them in the same room and let them fight it out. ~ steven-wright, @wisdomtrove 23:When a man is tired of life on his 21st birthday it indicates that he is rather tired of something in himself. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove 24:What a childhood I had. Once on my birthday my ol' man gave me a bat. The first day I played with it, it flew away. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove 25:Some friends of mine got me a sweater for my birthday. I'd have preferred a moaner or a screamer, but the sweater was OK. ~ steven-wright, @wisdomtrove 26:There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know. ~ lewis-carroll, @wisdomtrove 27:With my wife I don't get no respect. I made a toast on her birthday to & 28:I was born on Nov. 4, which is election day ... my birthday has made more men and sent more back to honest work than any other days in the year. ~ will-rogers, @wisdomtrove 29:I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing. ~ rabindranath-tagore, @wisdomtrove 30:About astrology and palmistry: they are good because they make people vivid and full of possibilities. They are communism at its best. Everybody has a birthday and almost everybody has a palm. ~ kurt-vonnegut, @wisdomtrove 31:When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove 32:I read one psychologist's theory that said, "Never strike a child in your anger." When could I strike him? When he is kissing me on my birthday? When he's recuperating from measles? Do I slap the Bible out of his hand on Sunday? ~ erma-bombeck, @wisdomtrove 33:On my fortieth birthday, rather than merely bore my friends by having anything as mundane as a midlife crisis I decided it might be more interesting to actually terrify them by going completely mad and declaring myself to be a magician. ~ alan-moore, @wisdomtrove 34:Want any of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick?" I didn't answer. Nick?" he asked again. What?" Want any?" No... I just remembered that today's my birthday." I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove 35:At 50, I thought proudly: Here we are, half century! Being 60 was fairly frightening. You want to know how I spent my 70th birthday? I put on a completely black face, a fuzzy black Afro wig, wore black clothes and hung a black wreath on my door. ~ bette-davis, @wisdomtrove 36:Christmas can be celebrated in the school room with pine trees, tinsel and reindeers, but there must be no mention of the man whose birthday is being celebrated. One wonders how a teacher would answer if a student asked why it was called Christmas. ~ ronald-reagan, @wisdomtrove 37:I began my pilgrimage on the first of January in 1953. It is my spiritual birthday of sorts. It was a period in which I was merged with the whole. No longer was I a seed buried under the ground, but I felt as a flower reaching out effortlessly toward the sun. ~ peace-pilgrim, @wisdomtrove 38:Diplomacy, n : 1. The patriotic art of lying for one's country. 2. The art of letting someone have your way. 3. The art of saying & 39:Anything invented before your fifteenth birthday is the order of nature. That's how it should be. Anything invented between your th and th birthday is new and exciting, and you might get a career there. Anything invented after that day, however, is against nature and should be prohibited. ~ douglas-adams, @wisdomtrove 40:I mean, what is an un-birthday present?" A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course." Alice considered a little. "I like birthday presents best," she said at last. You don't know what you're talking about!" cried Humpty Dumpty. "How many days are there in a year?" Three hundred and sixty-five," said Alice. And how many birthdays have you?" One. ~ lewis-carroll, @wisdomtrove 41:Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year has gone by and how little we've grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, with each flicker of the candles on the cake, we know it's not to be, that for the rest of our sad, wretched pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably; happy birthday? No such thing. ~ jerry-seinfeld, @wisdomtrove 42:Certainly we do not believe in the present ecclesiastical arrangement called Christmas: first, because we do not believe in the mass at all, but abhor it, whether it be said or sung in Latin or in English; and, secondly, because we find no Scriptural warrant whatever for observing any day as the birthday of the Savior; and, consequently, its observance is a superstition, because not of divine authority. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove 43:People associate long hair with drug use. I wish people associated long hair with something other than drug use, like an extreme longing for cake. And then strangers would see a long haired guy and say, "That guy eats cake!" "He is on bundt cake!" Mothers saying to their daughters, "Don't bring the cake eater over here anymore. He smells like flour. Did you see how excited he got when he found out your birthday was fast approaching?" ~ mitch-hedberg, @wisdomtrove 44:I found a Bill Evans record in the bookcase and was listening to it while drying my hair when I realized that it was the record I had played in Naoko's room on the night of her birthday, the night she cried and I took her in my arms. That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often-too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove 45:In my eighty years, I prefer to call that the forty-first anniversary of my thirty ninth birthday, I've seen what men can do for each other and do to each other, I've seen war and peace, feast and famine, depression and prosperity, sickness and health. I've seen the depth of suffering and the peaks of triumph and I know in my heart that man is good, that what is right will always eventually triumph and that there is purpose and worth to each and every life. ~ ronald-reagan, @wisdomtrove 46:On Nov. 6, the day before my 94th birthday, our nation will hold one of the most critical elections in my lifetime. We are at a crossroads and there are profound moral issues at stake. I strongly urge you to vote for candidates who support the biblical definition of marriage between a man and a woman, protect the sanctity of life and defend our religious freedoms. The Bible speaks clearly on these crucial issues. Please join me in praying for America, that we will turn our hearts back toward God. ~ billy-graham, @wisdomtrove 47:When you go to war as a boy you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed; not you. . . . Then when you are badly wounded the first time you lose that illusion and you know it can happen to you. After being severely wounded two weeks before my nineteenth birthday I had a bad time until I figured out that nothing could happen to me that had not happened to all men before me. Whatever I had to do men had always done. If they had done it then I could do it too and the best thing was not to worry about it. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove 48:In the eulogy by the graveside, I told everyone how my sister and I used to sing to each other on our birthday. I told them that, when I thought of my sister, I could still hear her laughter, sense her optimism, and feel her faith. I told them that my sister was the kindest person I;ve ever known, and that the world was a sadder place without her in it. And finally, I told them to remember my sister with a smile, like I did, for even though she was being buried near my parents, the best parts of her would always stay alive, deep within our hearts. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove 49:i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any& 50:But you are not under a system similar to that by which the Jews were obliged to pay tithes to the priests. If there were any such rule laid down in the Gospel, it would destroy the beauty of spontaneous giving and take away all the bloom from the fruit of your liberality! There is no law to tell me what I should give my father on his birthday. There is no rule laid down in any law book to decide what present a husband should give to his wife, nor what token of affection we should bestow upon others whom we love. No, the gift must be a free one, or it has lost all its sweetness. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove *** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***
1:Nobody’s birthday. ~ Jodi Picoult, #NFDB
2:My and Ben’s birthday. ~ Bella Forrest, #NFDB
3:Happy birthday, my love. ~ Tiffany Reisz, #NFDB
4:Lots of birthday wishes ~ Julie McGregor, #NFDB
5:Happy birthday", I whispered. ~ E L James, #NFDB
6:Happy Birthday Seaweed Brain ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
7:Birthday sex is my speciality. ~ Amy Andrews, #NFDB
8:hope your birthday is hot hot hot ~ Jeff Kinney, #NFDB
9:Mom as it's your birthday ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
10:As it's your 40th birthday ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
11:As it's your 50th birthday ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
12:For my birthday, buy me a politician! ~ Ice Cube, #NFDB
13:Happy Birthday, Mr Presidenttttt ~ Marilyn Monroe, #NFDB
14:I left school on my 15th birthday. ~ David Bailey, #NFDB
15:Valentine cards and birthday wishes? ~ Method Man, #NFDB
16:A birthday:-and now a day that rose ~ Jean Ingelow, #NFDB
17:like a toad on a birthday cake. Which ~ Sharon Lee, #NFDB
18:On your birthday today, don't ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
19:Consider this on your birthday ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
20:Death smells like birthday cake. ~ Maggie Stiefvater, #NFDB
21:This is a Happy Birthday card, ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
22:It's my birthday, I'll get high if I want to. ~ Drake, #NFDB
23:Happy 60th Birthday, good buddy. ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
24:Jakie, is it my birthday or am I dying ? ~ Nancy Astor, #NFDB
25:My 18th birthday was July 23rd of 1969. ~ Lewis Shiner, #NFDB
26:New Year's Day is every man's birthday. ~ Charles Lamb, #NFDB
27:The birthday of a new world is at hand. ~ Thomas Paine, #NFDB
28:Happy Birthday!' I yelled, 'Now, shut up! ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
29:There'll be icicles and birthday clothes ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB
30:I love having my birthday at Australia Zoo. ~ Bindi Irwin, #NFDB
31:All I want for my birthday is another birthday. ~ Ian Dury, #NFDB
32:I'm most comfortable in my birthday suit. ~ Amanda Seyfried, #NFDB
33:I'm not a big birthday guy; I never have been. ~ Lewis Black, #NFDB
34:The first birthday is the key to identity. ~ Jaclyn Moriarty, #NFDB
35:There is still no cure for the common birthday. ~ John Glenn, #NFDB
36:Happy birthday, friend of my heart,” she said. ~ Lauren Groff, #NFDB
37:Never touch my brother on his fucking birthday. ~ Jim Butcher, #NFDB
38:You've reached your 60th birthday, Bill ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
39:God is and all is well. ~ John Greenleaf Whittier, My Birthday, #NFDB
40:But— “Don’t you have a birthday party to be at? ~ Sierra Simone, #NFDB
41:Everyone should drink champagne on their birthday. ~ Jojo Moyes, #NFDB
42:on my birthday-eve, I read back through my journal ~ Ann Omasta, #NFDB
43:The birthday of the Lord is the birthday of peace. ~ Pope Leo I, #NFDB
44:The day before my 16th birthday I got my guitar. ~ Stevie Nicks, #NFDB
45:I like working on my birthday, so I always do. ~ Abhishek Bachchan, #NFDB
46:My favorite holiday is my birthday-it's very Leo. ~ Jennifer Lopez, #NFDB
47:My mom and my father's birthday are on the same day. ~ Victor Cruz, #NFDB
48:rolling around in broken glass in my birthday suit. ~ Ernest Cline, #NFDB
49:Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday. ~ Jodi Picoult, #NFDB
50:On my birthday, I was in Milan for the collections. ~ Eva Herzigova, #NFDB
51:My favorite birthday game is Pin the Cleanup on the guests. ~ Maxine, #NFDB
52:On Father's Day, we again wish you all happy birthday. ~ Ralph Kiner, #NFDB
53:an occasional birthday dinner, and of course Marathon ~ Michael Palmer, #NFDB
54:How would you have handled Char at her birthday party? ~ Susan Mallery, #NFDB
55:Happy birthday, my son. If only I could've helped you. ~ Bryan Konietzko, #NFDB
56:It must be hard to pass your twentieth birthday alone. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
57:It's your Birthday Just do what You do best Chill out!! ~ Julie McGregor, #NFDB
58:birthday or holiday gifts 6 pairs (2 sets of 3-packs) a year. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
59:Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new. ~ Sammy Hagar, #NFDB
60:I sing a little bit. I got a guitar for my 16th birthday. ~ Jesse Plemons, #NFDB
61:I wish people would stop talking about my birthday. ~ George Bernard Shaw, #NFDB
62:I like to be in my birthday suit as much as possible. ~ Courtney Robertson, #NFDB
63:The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity ~ Seneca, #NFDB
64:Last year my birthday cake looked like a prairie fire. ~ Rodney Dangerfield, #NFDB
65:The day which we fear is out last is buth the birthday of eternity ~ Seneca, #NFDB
66:I was fired by 'America's Next Top Model' on my birthday. ~ Paulina Porizkova, #NFDB
67:Speaking of birthday suits, I think Mae Young's needs ironing! ~ Jerry Lawler, #NFDB
68:The United States is the only country with a known birthday. ~ James G Blaine, #NFDB
69:With a recent birthday, I've been acting now for twenty years. ~ Thayer David, #NFDB
70:Every morning is my birthday and every night is my death-day. ~ Santosh Kalwar, #NFDB
71:How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, His precepts! ~ Benjamin Franklin, #NFDB
72:If you don't read my book, I'm not coming to your birthday party. ~ Tim Yeager, #NFDB
73:For Tim Burton's birthday I gave him a rainbow beetle. He loved it! ~ Eva Green, #NFDB
74:like he was facing a birthday cake with too many candles. ~ Katherine Applegate, #NFDB
75:The day which we fear as our last
is but the birthday of eternity. ~ Seneca,#NFDB
76:Why party like it is 1999 when you can party like it is your birthday? ~ Prince, #NFDB
77:I do things every day for my birthday. I'm just not a party girl. ~ Kim Basinger, #NFDB
78:It’s a birthday party,” sniffed Mal. “And I wasn’t invited. ~ Melissa de la Cruz, #NFDB
79:The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity. ~ Emily March, #NFDB
80:The way I see it, you should live everyday like its your birthday ~ Paris Hilton, #NFDB
81:When I was four, I asked my mother for a valet for my birthday. ~ Karl Lagerfeld, #NFDB
82:Happy birthday! Hope your 50s will be as awesome as your 40s. ~ Richard Griffiths, #NFDB
83:Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake. ~ Rachel Caine, #NFDB
84:It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day. ~ Iris Murdoch, #NFDB
85:The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley’s birthday presents. ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
86:The way I see it, you should live everyday like its your birthday. ~ Paris Hilton, #NFDB
87:I guess we got the same birthday present that year, big brother, ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
88:Rocket ships
are exciting
but so are roses
on a birthday. ~ Leonard Nimoy,#NFDB
89:This kid has more mood swings than a toddler's birthday party. ~ Alexandra Bracken, #NFDB
90:All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece but not too much. ~ George Harrison, #NFDB
91:Birthday Wishes Are sent your way! To wish you Such Wonderful Day! ~ Julie McGregor, #NFDB
92:The birthday girl and her wishes. She’ll always be a part of me. ~ Penelope Douglas, #NFDB
93:You are 14% more likely to die on your birthday than any other day. 51 ~ John Lloyd, #NFDB
94:All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much. ~ George Harrison, #NFDB
95:Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. ~ Christina Rossetti, #NFDB
96:From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. ~ William Butler Yeats, #NFDB
97:The best birthday present I ever got was born 10 minutes before I was. ~ Bill Kaulitz, #NFDB
98:Happiness is being served with a paternity suit on your 75th birthday. ~ Johnny Carson, #NFDB
99:It is the afternoon of my birthday, but still the morning of my life. ~ Simon Van Booy, #NFDB
100:Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me. ~ Christina Rossetti,#NFDB
101:Every birthday celebrates a life because every life is important. ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB
102:In 1993 my birthday present was a star on Hollywood's Walk of Fame. ~ Annette Funicello, #NFDB
103:Sarah Palin is to women what John Wayne Gacy was to birthday clowns. ~ David Alan Grier, #NFDB
104:Shanksing across that country you stick out like a rat on a birthday cake. ~ Tim Winton, #NFDB
105:The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity. ~ Seneca the Younger, #NFDB
106:A birthday wish granted 23 years late is still a birthday wish granted. ~ R K Milholland, #NFDB
107:And that’s how I got to go to a birthday party while very heavily sedated. ~ Allie Brosh, #NFDB
108:Birthday Soup is good to eat, but not as good as Birthday Cake. ~ Else Holmelund Minarik, #NFDB
109:"Every individual is an exception to the rule" Remembering ~ Carl Jung on his birthday !, #NFDB
110:My birthday? Is he gay?” Eli asked me with a confused look on his face. ~ Mariana Zapata, #NFDB
111:Today, you're 50. Now we can round your age up to 100! Happy 50th birthday! ~ Dave Barry, #NFDB
112:Wearing a bikini on a magazine cover is my 41st birthday present to myself. ~ Faith Hill, #NFDB
113:It's Mother's Day, so a big 'Happy Birthday' to all you mothers out there! ~ Mike Shannon, #NFDB
114:I'm a summer baby, so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory. ~ Sloane Crosley, #NFDB
115:It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday, for me to just call and say ~ Kanye West, #NFDB
116:Your birthday is the vintage of your wine; the mark that warns you of your future. ~ Aesop, #NFDB
117:Come on Shaw, just a little kiss. It's my birthday and I missed you so bad. ~ Jay Crownover, #NFDB
118:Every day is a new opportunity to begin again. Every day is your birthday. ~ Dalai Lama XIV, #NFDB
119:Nobody should get nothing on their birthday. Birthdays should be special. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
120:Gotta get it, even if it's in the worse way. Got cake like everyday my birthday. ~ Lil Wayne, #NFDB
121:You got me a birthday cake. It was pink. I smashed it into the ceiling. ~ Karen Marie Moning, #NFDB
122:In 1850, one in four American babies died before his or her first birthday. ~ Martin J Blaser, #NFDB
123:Only then, approaching my fortieth birthday, I made philosophy my life's work. ~ Karl Jaspers, #NFDB
124:You're birthday reminds me of the old Chinese scholar..... Yung No Mo ~ Dana Rosemary Scallon, #NFDB
125:On this special Fathers Day, we'd like to wish all of you a very Happy Birthday. ~ Ralph Kiner, #NFDB
126:With just 23 peoplefn1 there is a 50.7 per cent of two of them sharing a birthday, ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
127:Me and crazy Janey were making love in the dirt singing our birthday songs. ~ Bruce Springsteen, #NFDB
128:send myself birthday cards every year, but it was the first time I’d done flowers. ~ K L Slater, #NFDB
129:Before we get started, let's all say 'Happy Birthday' to Elvis Presley today. ~ Michele Bachmann, #NFDB
130:Brandon’s birthday party is on Friday, January 31, and I can hardly wait! ~ Rachel Ren e Russell, #NFDB
131:You, my friend, alone are equal to a hundred of such friends. Happy Birthday to you. ~ Lee Iacocca, #NFDB
132:I am the guy dressing up in, you know, the caveman outfit for the kids birthday parties. ~ Rob Lowe, #NFDB
133:On my fourteenth birthday when the sakura was in full bloom, the men came to kill us. ~ Zo Marriott, #NFDB
134:That day, which you fear as being the end of all things, is the birthday of your eternity. ~ Seneca, #NFDB
135:The birthday party was me and her, a whore friend of hers and her pimp, and the cake. ~ Diane Arbus, #NFDB
136:Don’t worry about her. It was only her birthday, after all. This was only her party. ~ Marissa Meyer, #NFDB
137:For the youth, the indignation of most things will just surge as each birthday passes. ~ Chris Evans, #NFDB
138:Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year. ~ Alexander Pope, #NFDB
139:its my birthday wish me happy birthday horus said happy birthday I yelled now shut up ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
140:Success is like reaching an important birthday and finding you're exactly the same. ~ Audrey Hepburn, #NFDB
141:Thanks for all the birthday love! I feel like the luckiest girl in the world today! ~ Madonna Ciccone, #NFDB
142:I consider the decision of my colleagues and friends to be the best birthday present. ~ Vladimir Putin, #NFDB
143:I love photography. My boyfriend's got a great camera, which I bought for his birthday. ~ Sarah Sutton, #NFDB
144:She was my incubating uterus and birthday party thrower for the last seventeen years. ~ Colleen Hoover, #NFDB
145:WHAT A WONDERFUL DISCOVERY. My horniness deflated like a sad week-old birthday balloon. ~ Grace Helbig, #NFDB
146:A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ~ Robert Frost, #NFDB
147:A friend never defends a husband who gets his wife an electric skillet for her birthday. ~ Erma Bombeck, #NFDB
148:I have a terrible time remembering exactly when my birthday is. Age is totally boring. ~ Diana Vreeland, #NFDB
149:It's your birthday today, so what would you say, if we turned that frown upside down ~ Billie Jean King, #NFDB
150:So how did he look at me?"
"Like it was his birthday and you were the cake. ~ Karen Marie Moning,#NFDB
151:You might be a redneck if you give your dad a gallon of Pepto-Bismol for his birthday. ~ Jeff Foxworthy, #NFDB
152:Fabulous Aunt Fancy had died on her sixtieth birthday while parachuting from an airplane. ~ Nancy Thayer, #NFDB
153:Happy birthday to me; happy birthday, and Christmas, and all the other holidays, to me. “No, ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
154:Purim is the birthday of the first Schutz-Jude , the first Jewish toady to foreign royalty. ~ I L Peretz, #NFDB
155:Birthday Alarm was a very simple site based on being reminded of your friends' birthdays. ~ Michael Birch, #NFDB
156:My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name. ~ Dylan Thomas, #NFDB
157:Right after my dad was shot to death in Portland while buying my mom’s birthday gift, ~ Becca Fitzpatrick, #NFDB
158:You must be terrible at birthday parties. I’m certainly never letting you give me the bumps. ~ Lily Morton, #NFDB
159:Like a perfectly timed chorus they greet me with an off-key “Happy Birthday” song. “Officially ~ Erica Cope, #NFDB
160:Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind. ~ Alexander Pope, #NFDB
161:Happy 110th birthday to Frank Zamboni, who left us in 1988 but still resurfaces periodically. ~ Steve Rushin, #NFDB
162:Hell, my parents forgot my birthday, yet threw a freaking party for the family Chihuahua. ~ Rachel Van Dyken, #NFDB
163:I gave a funny speech at my wife's birthday party, and I'm thinking, 'Hey, I've still got it.' ~ Larry David, #NFDB
164:I rented an island for Kanye West birthday. A far, far away place where no one can find us. ~ Kim Kardashian, #NFDB
165:It's a question we all ask ourselves. What have we done lately? It rattles us each birthday. ~ Daniel H Pink, #NFDB
166:Kenny G has a Christmas album out this year. Hey, happy birthday Jesus! Hope you like crap! ~ Norm MacDonald, #NFDB
167:My birthday began with the water -
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name. ~ Dylan Thomas,#NFDB
168:Sri Ramana Maharshi's Birthday ~ December 30, 1879 : in Gratitude for this most blessed birth ~ @CathyGinter, #NFDB
169:I am six years old and instead of celebrating with birthday cakes, I chew on a piece of charcoal. ~ Loung Ung, #NFDB
170:I doubt if he himself leaks even enough to piss more than once a year on his birthday, ~ Jennifer Lee Carrell, #NFDB
171:I'm an avid shoe fan. I got my first pair of Louboutins as a birthday gift from Jami Gertz. ~ Toks Olagundoye, #NFDB
172:In Hollywood, there is another name for a woman's 40th birthday party, it's a retirement party. ~ Artie Lange, #NFDB
173:Katrina Kaif is doing very well for herself and I'd like to wish her a very Happy Birthday ~ Deepika Padukone, #NFDB
174:So then you ask her when her birthday is, and she says, “Hmm, I don’t really remember being born ~ Ruth Ozeki, #NFDB
175:Thank you for all the birthday wishes, it's brought a tear to my eye, and a boner to my pants. ~ Jack Barakat, #NFDB
176:That day which you fear as being the end of all things is the birthday of your eternity. ~ Seneca the Younger, #NFDB
177:Today was also his two-hundredth birthday, but that was just another meaningless coincidence. ~ Douglas Adams, #NFDB
178:Whose birthday?” I asked. “No one’s,” Connie said. “We’re celebrating that you’re not dead. ~ Janet Evanovich, #NFDB
179:Birthday wishes don’t always come true, so I don’t waste a chance when I blow out a candle. ~ Penelope Douglas, #NFDB
180:Happy birthday to Arnold Palmer, who turned 82. That's 41 years iced tea and 41 years lemonade. ~ Jimmy Fallon, #NFDB
181:Thanks to you, I always am so happy. Now I want to give you all the happiness on your birthday. ~ Richard Bach, #NFDB
182:This is probably as good a time as any to mention that I was holding a large birthday cake. ~ Jonathan Tropper, #NFDB
183:Happy Birthday, Dad!” exclaimed Dennis and John excitedly. “I don’t like birthdays,” said Dad. ~ David Walliams, #NFDB
184:I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army. ~ John Scalzi, #NFDB
185:I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife’s grave. Then I joined the army. ~ John Scalzi, #NFDB
186:I just had my 30th birthday and we went turkey shooting. It's what I wanted to do, so we went. ~ Kelly Clarkson, #NFDB
187:Last week the candle factory burned down. Everyone just stood around and sang, 'Happy Birthday. ~ Steven Wright, #NFDB
188:One begins to realize that one is getting old when the birthday candles weigh more than the cake. ~ Bette Davis, #NFDB
189:Q: What's the best way to ensure that you'll always remember your wife's birthday? A: Forget it once. ~ Various, #NFDB
190:this has been a birthday best forgotten.”
“Most birthdays are, milord,” his man said agreeably ~ Mary Balogh,#NFDB
191:Your birthday gift to me is to place me in the middle of an art heist so that I can taser someone? ~ Penny Reid, #NFDB
192:Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured.
"Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back. ~ Cassandra Clare,#NFDB
193:I crashed my boyfriend's birthday when I was 12 years old. He didn't invite me and so I showed up. ~ Isla Fisher, #NFDB
194:I have been asked to pose for Penthouse on my hundredth birthday. Everybody is going to be sorry. ~ Dolly Parton, #NFDB
195:If God is all powerful, and Jesus is the son of God, why did He make His birthday fall on Christmas? ~ Dana Gould, #NFDB
196:I havent won on my birthday since college, so its good to play hard and get a win by double figures. ~ Chris Bosh, #NFDB
197:Live your life so you don´t have to have any regrets when you throw your 70 year old birthday party ~ Herdis Pala, #NFDB
198:One year I was given a birthday present I'll never forget - a cooking lesson from Jamie Oliver. ~ Gwyneth Paltrow, #NFDB
199:The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are. ~ Anne Lamott, #NFDB
200:When your daughter asks you to be a fairy for her 5th birthday party... you better be a damned fairy. ~ Tony Hawk, #NFDB
201:I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
202:It’s my birthday, Horus insisted. Wish me happy birthday! “Happy birthday!” I yelled. “Now shut up! ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
203:Today, you're halfway to 100! Here's to optimism, whether it is realistic or not. Happy 50th birthday! ~ T S Eliot, #NFDB
204:A broke man’s lover doesn’t feel ‘loved’ on her Birthday, Christmas, and, on Valentine’s Day. ~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana, #NFDB
205:It’s my birthday, Horus insisted. Wish me happy birthday! “Happy birthday!” I yelled. “Now, shut up! ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
206:It took her a moment to realize that yes, he had indeed given her doorknobs for her birthday. ~ Michelle Willingham, #NFDB
207:Q: What's the best way to ensure that you'll always remember your wife's birthday?
A: Forget it once. ~ Various,#NFDB
208:Take every birthday with a grain of salt. This works much better if the salt accompanies a large margarita ~ Maxine, #NFDB
209:When carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don't stop and eat it along the way. ~ A A Milne, #NFDB
210:And if I win?”
He grinned. “Then you get to spend thirty minutes with me, lucky birthday girl. ~ Kelley Armstrong,#NFDB
211:GOOD FRIENDS, GOOD food and birthday cake. What more does a woman need in a day? I mean, seriously? ~ RaeAnne Thayne, #NFDB
212:What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday. ~ Maggie Stiefvater, #NFDB
213:It’s my birthday, Horus insisted. Wish me happy birthday!
“Happy birthday!” I yelled. “Now shut up! ~ Rick Riordan,#NFDB
214:It was my twenty-fourth birthday, and I knew that the best part of my life was already behind me. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zaf n, #NFDB
215:Mattresses! Beautiful! Let's go buy a couple of mattresses. Give 'em to people for their birthday. ~ Lawrence Tierney, #NFDB
216:most Americans can be identified by name and address using only their ZIP code, birthday, and gender— ~ Nicholas Carr, #NFDB
217:The only show my mother could afford to take me to when I was growing up was CATS, for my birthday. ~ Tammy Blanchard, #NFDB
218:The thought of him is electric, beating in my chest like a birthday wish, dark and warm and secret. ~ Brenna Yovanoff, #NFDB
219:I always knew she was selfish. At birthday parties she always got the biggest icing flower on the cake. ~ Sara Farizan, #NFDB
220:I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.”
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. ~ Rick Riordan,#NFDB
221:My biggest hero, Gregory Peck, was my birthday present on April 14, 1973. I just sat and stared at him. ~ Loretta Lynn, #NFDB
222:No drunken orgy could possibly cause as much next-day exhaustion as a birthday party for six year olds. ~ Debora Geary, #NFDB
223:Happy birthday greetings and warmest wishes, too May today, tomorrow, everyday Be truly happy for you. ~ Margaret Brown, #NFDB
224:I always add a year to myself, so I'm prepared for my next birthday. So when I was 39, I was already 40. ~ Nicolas Cage, #NFDB
225:It was another horrible yet almost laughable moment. Cupcakes and birthday car sex had been my undoing. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB
226:I was playing birthday parties. House-rent parties where they used to sell whisky during prohibition. ~ Thelonious Monk, #NFDB
227:thirty-fifth birthday, and she was in her pajamas and bunny slippers, driving her daughter to school. ~ Barbara Bretton, #NFDB
228:I binge when I'm happy. When everything is going really well, every day is like I'm at a birthday party. ~ Kirstie Alley, #NFDB
229:I'm not an alcoholic, I only drink two times a year. When it's my birthday, and when it's not my birthday. ~ Bill Murray, #NFDB
230:whether wishes were made by blowing out birthday candles or on a shooting star, they never came true. ~ Jessica Sorensen, #NFDB
231:Why ruin my sister's birthday simply because the entire planet was going to hell in a hand basket? ~ T Coraghessan Boyle, #NFDB
232:Happy birthday Rule, I’m giving you me for now and forever and if you want to give me back I’m not going. ~ Jay Crownover, #NFDB
233:I have angel wings and a halo on my wrist, which I got done on my 30th birthday in memory of my brother. ~ Sheridan Smith, #NFDB
234:Just so I’m clear…you thought a brothel would be a suitable place to host a birthday party for a woman? ~ Lindsay Buroker, #NFDB
235:Go fuck a fifteen-year old.”
“Her birthday was in March. She’s sixteen now.”
“I’m hanging up on you. ~ Tiffany Reisz,#NFDB
236:Good families always ritualize the table. You can say, "This is a Christmas meal; this is a birthday meal." ~ Henri Nouwen, #NFDB
237:I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
238:My brother got a .22 for his 12th birthday; I got a .22. He got a hunting knife; I got a hunting knife. ~ Stephanie Cutter, #NFDB
239:I heard last year at [insert name]'s birthday party they had to set up mirrors to make it look like a crowd. ~ Jim Cornette, #NFDB
240:Just so I'm clear...you thought a brothel would be a suitable place to host a birthday party for a woman? ~ Lindsay Buroker, #NFDB
241:Other people's children's birthday parties are the most joyful events you will ever resent having to attend. ~ Jim Gaffigan, #NFDB
242:If Joan of Arc could turn the tide of an entire war before her eighteenth birthday, you can get out of bed. ~ E Jean Carroll, #NFDB
243:I have the same birthday as George Washington. No I don't. I don't even know who George Washington is. ~ Andrew VanWyngarden, #NFDB
244:It was the week before my sixteenth birthday when the boy fell out of the door.
Is that a good start? ~ Anthony Horowitz,#NFDB
245:Love, light & blessings be On this day I wish to say 'Health & Happiness to come your way' Happy Birthday ~ Billie Jean King, #NFDB
246:On October 19, 2009, my sixteenth birthday, Wild Eyes officially became mine! Now it was really happening. ~ Abby Sunderland, #NFDB
247:you will need at least8 253 guests to have a better than evens chance of sharing your birthday with one of them. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
248:It was on my twenty-sixth birthday that it finally hit me: Love was bullshit. There was no happily ever after. ~ Cindi Madsen, #NFDB
249:Leaving would imply suitcases and empty drawers, and late birthday cards with ten-dollar bills stuffed inside. ~ Julie Kagawa, #NFDB
250:Listen, I don’t give a fuck if you forget my birthday. I don’t need people reminding me I’m closer to death. ~ Justin Halpern, #NFDB
251:When a man has a birthday, he takes a day off. When a woman has a birthday, she takes at least three years off. ~ Joan Rivers, #NFDB
252:But I recently celebrated my thirtieth birthday and became acutely aware of my age, and the passing of time. ~ Judith Kinghorn, #NFDB
253:Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday ~ Dylan Thomas, #NFDB
254:It could be her birthday, it could be the morning of the Rapture—Cathy will get up early on Saturday to clean. ~ Paula Hawkins, #NFDB
255:We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday. ~ Andrea Gibson, #NFDB
256:Wikipedia celebrates its 12th birthday today. Of course, I have no idea if it's true. I read it on Wikipedia. ~ Craig Ferguson, #NFDB
257:as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
258:If a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it's jewelry. ~ Kami Garcia, #NFDB
259:Milton Hope led the singing of Happy Birthday ... He would say, 'Keep it sweet and short and don't try to be funny.' ~ Bob Hope, #NFDB
260:Every five years, I like to do a big birthday party. I had my 45th birthday with 75 friends in Marrakesh, Morocco. ~ Chip Conley, #NFDB
261:Everyman and every living being have the same birth day: The birthday of the universe is our real birthday! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan, #NFDB
262:If there's one thing I really want for my birthday, that is for the mining company not to mine my daddy's reserve. ~ Bindi Irwin, #NFDB
263:At 50, you need to laugh about your age. If you don't, everybody else will do it for you. Happy birthday, old chum! ~ Helen Hayes, #NFDB
264:Every birthday, you decide whether to mark it the end of your greatest days or the beginning of your finest hour. ~ Oprah Winfrey, #NFDB
265:Sehwag shall be remembered for his explosive and natural cricketing skills. Wish him all success on his birthday. ~ Rajeev Shukla, #NFDB
266:When confronted with a birthday in a week I will remember that a book can be a really good present, too. ~ Stephanie Pearl McPhee, #NFDB
267:A person's birthday should be a special day, a wonderful day, a day of pure celebration for the luck of being born! ~ Elise Broach, #NFDB
268:In retrospect this had been my omen, my message, the early snowfall, the birthday present no one else could give me. ~ Joan Didion, #NFDB
269:Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
270:Now Ben Folds is my photography older brother. He was kind enough to give me a photo of his for my 40th birthday. ~ Jason Sudeikis, #NFDB
271:Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago," has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday. ~ Jerome K Jerome, #NFDB
272:Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago,“ has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday. ~ Jerome K Jerome, #NFDB
273:Was there an actual Harry Potter who, on his eleventh birthday, wondered if something fabulous was about to happen? ~ Marissa Burt, #NFDB
274:When I was 13 or 14, my mother used to gift me books that I was dying to read. Those are my most memorable birthday gifts. ~ Kajol, #NFDB
275:Violet Lynn Parker, you’d better spill or I’ll start bellowing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice. ~ Ann Charles, #NFDB
276:When a man is tired of life on his 21st birthday it indicates that he is rather tired of something in himself. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB
277:When I turned 18, I skipped my party to take my girlfriend on a road trip. It turned out to be an amazing birthday. ~ Josh Hartnett, #NFDB
278:This was about as much fun as a surprise birthday party, which Hunter ranked alongside boats that sank.’ (Hunter) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon, #NFDB
279:Washington's birthday is as close to a secular Christmas as any Christian country dare come this side of blasphemy. ~ Alistair Cooke, #NFDB
280:You can forget ya keys or ya wallet, the first girl ya kissed, hell- even my birthday, but you'll never forget me. ~ Brian Azzarello, #NFDB
281:Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart. ~ Jenny Han, #NFDB
282:I've looked after my money. As I started working around my third birthday, my first check went straight to the bank. ~ Samantha Barks, #NFDB
283:You said on my birthday that you were afraid of being alone, but I’ve been here this whole time. This whole time. ~ Stephanie Perkins, #NFDB
284:And you used to make art and like boys and talk to horses and pull the moon through the window for my birthday present. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
285:His name had been Jason Kenneth Rickard, and he had finished his earthly sojourn a month shy of his twenty-ninth birthday. ~ Lee Child, #NFDB
286:I got Mary pregnant and man that's all she wrote. And for my 19th birthday, I got a union card and a factory coat. ~ Bruce Springsteen, #NFDB
287:On your birthday thank your parents and celebrate with them. They are the reason you are here and it is their day too. ~ Robert Cheeke, #NFDB
288:So that's the story of how I committed statutory rape less than twenty-four hours out of prison--on my birthday no less ~ Joanna Wylde, #NFDB
289:Spader and I were nearly killed. Three times. We were also robbed and witnessed a gruesome murder. Happy birthday to me! ~ D J MacHale, #NFDB
290:Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
"Poem on His Birthday ~ Dylan Thomas,#NFDB
291:Dr Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan served this country well, he did not celebrate his birthday, he celebrated it for teachers. ~ Narendra Modi, #NFDB
292:In 1847 three English children fell seriously ill after eating birthday cake decorated with arsenic-tinted green leaves. ~ Deborah Blum, #NFDB
293:Enjoy how sweet, how thoughtful, how kind I'm being on your birthday. Because tomorrow it's back to the same old crap. ~ Melvin Helitzer, #NFDB
294:If you promise to be good Paul you can have a piece of birthday cake but you won't have to eat any of the special candle- ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
295:... I'll be back before I have to meet the Headmaster about me going mad and killing people on my birthday, I swear. ~ Caitlin Kittredge, #NFDB
296:I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,” he says, “but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them. ~ Jay Asher, #NFDB
297:It’s good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places. Would you write ‘A Happy Birthday’ on it for me? ~ A A Milne, #NFDB
298:Like every mother, my wish - every birthday - is for my children to stay healthy (and) for my family to remain healthy. ~ Angelina Jolie, #NFDB
299:Some people won't go the extra mile, and then on their birthday, when no one makes a fuss, they feel neglected and bitter. ~ Anne Lamott, #NFDB
300:There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11. ~ Dave Barry, #NFDB
301:What a childhood I had. Once on my birthday my ol' man gave me a bat. The first day I played with it, it flew away. ~ Rodney Dangerfield, #NFDB
302:After a time skin sags; appearance fades,” a favorite professor told me on my twenty-first birthday. “Look deeper,” she said. ~ Jen Crane, #NFDB
303:And if I was humming "Happy Birthday" and smiling stupidly as I fled for my life—well, that was nobody's business, was it? ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
304:Family time was very difficult when my girls were little, but I never missed a birthday, I was there for every major event. ~ Jeff Dunham, #NFDB
305:He would have been forty-two years old in two months. His forty-first had been his very last birthday, as it turned out. ~ David Baldacci, #NFDB
306:Hungry Hungry Hippos is so depressing. You continuously chomp away at those balls and you are alone and it's your birthday.' ~ Thom Yorke, #NFDB
307:Link says if a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it’s jewelry. ~ Kami Garcia, #NFDB
308:The essential self is fixed well before the thirteenth birthday. It may be influenced by experience but it is seldom changed. ~ P D James, #NFDB
309:What do you most want for your birthday picnic, Admiral?” Taken by surprise, he answered honestly: “No casualties. ~ Lois McMaster Bujold, #NFDB
310:If this is where you ask me to run around in my birthday suit, I’m not entirely comfortable with that,” I said, smirking. ~ Laura Kreitzer, #NFDB
311:I hate birthdays. I thought that I only hated my own birthday, and then I realized that I hate my children's birthdays too. ~ Samantha Bee, #NFDB
312:Instead of celebrating my birthday, it would be my proud privilege if 5 September is observed as Teachers' Day. ~ Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, #NFDB
313:I took my husband to the hospital yesterday to have 17 stitches out - that'll teach him to buy me a sewing kit for my birthday. ~ Jo Brand, #NFDB
314:sudden rush of memories. Gramma G had taken him there for his birthday surprise. He could still see that Heaven in her smile ~ Lucian Bane, #NFDB
315:Today would have been the birthday of Osama bin Laden. It makes me remember when Seal Team 6 threw him a surprise party. ~ David Letterman, #NFDB
316:There's nothing funnier than getting a death threat via MySpace. Why don't you just write it in a children's birthday card. ~ Doug Stanhope, #NFDB
317:If I knew birthday presents made her this excited, I would have bought her one the day I met her. And every day since then. ~ Colleen Hoover, #NFDB
318:My husband wanted one of those big-screen TVs for his birthday. So I just moved his chair closer to the one we have already. ~ Wendy Liebman, #NFDB
319:Today is my grandfather's birthday."
"How old is he?"
"Sixty-three. It's hard to believe he was once a human being. ~ Charles M Schulz,#NFDB
320:Your birthday is a special day, May it bring you love and cheer It gives a chance for me to say, Happy birthday every year ~ Mary Baker Eddy, #NFDB
321:but if love wasn’t just yours first, it was like cutting up and handing out your birthday cake before you blew out the candles. ~ Deb Caletti, #NFDB
322:In Haiti at that time 54% of the children were dead before reaching their fifth birthday, largely because of malnutrition. ~ T Colin Campbell, #NFDB
323:When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside: "Am I dying or is this my birthday?" ~ Nancy Astor, #NFDB
324:You can't say your favorite kind of cake is birthday cake, that's like saying your favorite kind of cereal is breakfast cereal. ~ Aziz Ansari, #NFDB
325:Citizens, thank you for all your birthday wishes. I am 88 years old today and still lucky to live in the greatest city in the world. ~ Ed Koch, #NFDB
326:If I could be doing anything, I'd be laying on the floor in my birthday suit eating junk food and watching something dumb on TV. ~ Anita Baker, #NFDB
327:If tonight wasn’t going to be the night—one week after my eighteenth birthday, with a limo to ourselves and no curfew—when was? ~ I W Gregorio, #NFDB
328:I have a birthday, same as you,” I wanted to tell the voices. “It just changes. Don’t you wish you could change your birthday? ~ Tara Westover, #NFDB
329:It seems unfair to give credit where credit is due simply because one lacks a certain number of candles on one's birthday cake. ~ Kirby Larson, #NFDB
330:Pie can't compete with cake. Put candles in a cake, it's a birthday cake. Put candles in a pie, someone's drunk in the kitchen. ~ Jim Gaffigan, #NFDB
331:Whenever I hear about parents who have nine or ten children, the only thing I wonder is how they survive the birthday parties. ~ George Carlin, #NFDB
332:You like the party?
Is it in honour of anything?
My cat's birthday.
Where's your cat?
I don't know, he ran away. ~ Cassandra Clare,#NFDB
333:avoid losing their slaves forever among the masses, masters branded the slaves they intended to keep on their fifteenth birthday. ~ Megg Jensen, #NFDB
334:I jumped out of an airplane on my 34th birthday because I promised myself I would. I have an interest in confronting my fears. ~ Michael Trucco, #NFDB
335:Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true —Dylan Thomas, ‘Poem on His Birthday ~ Jeannette Walls, #NFDB
336:I quit high school on my birthday. It was my senior year and I didn't see the point. This was 1962, and I was ready to make music. ~ Barry White, #NFDB
337:I want to tell you though, I'm having the absolute best birthday ever. Last night -- this was so sweet, it means a great deal ~ David Letterman, #NFDB
338:On a royal birthday every house must fly a flag, or the owner would be dragged to a police station and be fined twenty-five rubles. ~ Mary Antin, #NFDB
339:I discover that nothing is ever certain. A name, a birthday, an entire life can be invented, and that being so, can be changed. ~ Shay Youngblood, #NFDB
340:I find that most people [in social media] just want me to say "happy birthday" to their mom or wish them good luck with their exams. ~ Boy George, #NFDB
341:Mom: Billy, at your birthday party you'll have a cake with five candles! Billy: I know, mommy, but I want five cakes with a candle. *** ~ Various, #NFDB
342:Remember how excited you were when you turned five years old. Today, you should be 10 times that excited. Happy 50th birthday! ~ Franklin P Adams, #NFDB
343:Something to remember on your birthday..Forget the past, it can't be changed..And, forget the present because I didn't get you one. ~ Brian Jones, #NFDB
344:The best advice I was ever given was on my twenty-first birthday when my father said, Son, here's a million dollars. Don't lose it. ~ Larry Niven, #NFDB
345:The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape. ~ Samuel Johnson, #NFDB
346:When I was a kid, for my birthday every year, my mother made me pasta bechamel, which is rigatoni with a white cream sauce. ~ Giada De Laurentiis, #NFDB
347:With every birthday, I have stupidly expected to feel different only to discover that I'm still me: tragically lazy and childish. ~ Anna Kendrick, #NFDB
348:Being born on Halloween, there's always a party. It's a convenient birthday because you don't really have to organize a party. ~ Eddie Kaye Thomas, #NFDB
349:I feel like my sixteenth birthday and the time I graduated from high school, and the first time I flew solo all wrapped up in one. ~ Dalton Trumbo, #NFDB
350:It seems unfair not to give credit where credit is due simply because one lacks a certain number of candles on one's birthday cake. ~ Kirby Larson, #NFDB
351:That realization: Her love was a lie, just like everything else was.
The day I'd be old enough to handle it: my seventeenth birthday ~ A S King,#NFDB
352:There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know. ~ Lewis Carroll, #NFDB
353:With my wife I don't get no respect. I made a toast on her birthday to 'the best woman a man ever had.' The waiter joined me. ~ Rodney Dangerfield, #NFDB
354:Happy Birthday To Steph, You're a Hoe with Big Breasts, so take the Night off from Hooking... If ya Smell what The Rock's cooking! ~ Dwayne Johnson, #NFDB
355:I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too. ~ Liv Tyler, #NFDB
356:On this day long ago, a child was born who, by age 30, would transform the world. Happy Birthday Isaac Newton b. Dec 25, 1642 ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson, #NFDB
357:POPPY: Don’t just agree with me because it’s my birthday, and I’m special, and you feel inferior under the shadow of my specialness. ~ Bijou Hunter, #NFDB
358:The baby’s first birthday. Surgery day, I point out, because I have trouble calling it birth. Anniversary of the great failure. Ari. ~ Elisa Albert, #NFDB
359:We don't know Religion's death date but we know its birthday: The very night man experienced his first great fear of anything! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan, #NFDB
360:Congratulations. The fact that you're reading this means you've taken one giant step closer to surviving until your next birthday. ~ James Patterson, #NFDB
361:Elvis was a major hero of mine. I was probably stupid enough to believe that having the same birthday as him actually meant something. ~ David Bowie, #NFDB
362:I called to wish you an unhappy birthday because you're evil and you lie and if you should die I may feel slightly sad, but I won't cry. ~ Morrissey, #NFDB
363:I don’t say, “And you used to make art and like boys and talk to horses and pull the moon through the window for my birthday present. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
364:I have no problems with buying tampons. I am a fairly modern man. But apparently they're not a "proper" present. "Happy birthday, mum!" ~ Jimmy Carr, #NFDB
365:I'm actually a perpetual 13-year-old. I've never advanced beyond 13. Every day, tomorrow is my 14th birthday. That's my kind of humor. ~ Terry Crews, #NFDB
366:#PeterMayhewIs61 #61stBDay #HappyBirthdayChewbacca #HappyBDayPeterMayhew #Chewie #Chewie'sBDay #Chewie's61stBDay #61 #61stBDay #BirthDay ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
367:The longer an event is anticipated-a milestone birthday, an eclipse, a new millennium-the more likely it is to be an anti-climax. ~ Keith Waterhouse, #NFDB
368:In your 50s, time becomes precious and must not be wasted. Every minute is an excellent opportunity for a good nap. Happy 50th birthday! ~ Bill Cosby, #NFDB
369:Is it not that, in the chain of human events, the birthday of the nation is indissolubly linked with the birthday of the Saviour? ~ John Quincy Adams, #NFDB
370:Sugared cheese?" I was skeptical. - "I ate the vegan birthday cake," Dorin noted. "Trust me, this will be a treat by any comparison. ~ Beth Fantaskey, #NFDB
371:............ Dead and gone before he reached his thirtieth birthday, but still leaving behind more than Crow could ever hope to have. ~ Paula Marinaro, #NFDB
372:Here’s to honor. Get on her. Stay on her. If you fall off. Get back on her. If you can’t cum in her. Cum on her! Happy Birthday Man! ~ Kimberly Lauren, #NFDB
373:Now you'll get to see how I can really run a building, darlin. Not even a cracked knee to hold me back, yeah? What a nice birthday present. ~ Marie Lu, #NFDB
374:The reason I met my husband was because I remembered a friend's birthday. The moral of the story is: Remember people's birthdays. ~ Julianna Margulies, #NFDB
375:Being traded is like celebrating your 100th birthday. It might not be the happiest occasion in the world, but consider the alternative. ~ Joe Garagiola, #NFDB
376:Is it my birthday again? Already? Where does the time go?"
"Behind us --or in front. It depends on which way you are looking. ~ David Eddings,#NFDB
377:I wished for Conrad on every birthday, every shooting star, every lost eyelash, every penny in a fountain was dedicated to the one I loved. ~ Jenny Han, #NFDB
378:One day every soldier in the empire has to shower in the blood of your sacrificial bull. The next they don't even remember your birthday. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
379:One day every soldier in the empire has to shower in the blood of your sacrificial bull. The next they don’t even remember your birthday. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
380:Did you get Mom a birthday present?" Helen asked.
"Yes," Gansey replied. "Myself."
Helen said, "The gift that keeps on giving. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,#NFDB
381:Did you get Mom a birthday present?' Helen asked.
'Yes,' Gansey replied. 'Myself.'
Helen said, 'The gift that keeps on giving. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,#NFDB
382:Her most recent birthday. She’d just turned thirteen. But not last December—December 17, 1941, the last day she had lived in New Orleans. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
383:I wished for Conrad on every birthday, every shooting star, every lost eyelash, every penny in a fountain was dedicated to the one I loved... ~ Jenny Han, #NFDB
384:Let all beings in all the worlds be happy. Include this universal prayer in your prayers every day. This is my birthday message to you. ~ Sathya Sai Baba, #NFDB
385:The prospect of watching the Crawford family at grips with itself was something that, blissfully, he wanted very much for his birthday. ~ Dorothy Dunnett, #NFDB
386:An adult woman should not be so possessive of her own birthday that she begrudges her friends the chance to get married on the same day. ~ Mallory Ortberg, #NFDB
387:How about these birthday congratulations, these many, many happy returns of the day, when ev'rybody but you knows there won't be any! ~ Tennessee Williams, #NFDB
388:I am 13 years old, I am 13 stone, I have no money, no friends, and boys throw gravel at me. It's my birthday, and I went to bed at 7.15pm. ~ Caitlin Moran, #NFDB
389:it was only wishful thinking. And whether wishes were made by blowing out birthday candles or on a shooting star, they never came true. ~ Jessica Sorensen, #NFDB
390:My wife said that, for her birthday, she would like to go somewhere where she had not been for a long time. "What about the kitchen?" I offered. ~ Various, #NFDB
391:Old age is the time when birthday candles cost more than the birthday cake itself, and half of your urine is wasted on medical testing. ~ Faina Ranevskaya, #NFDB
392:I had never wanted to kiss a girl so much in my life. “Happy birthday, Pigeon,” I said, trying very hard not to press my lips against hers. ~ Jamie McGuire, #NFDB
393:I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard ~ Richard Brautigan, #NFDB
394:Today is Christmas Eve. Today is my birthday. Today I am fifteen. Today I buried my parents in the backyard. Neither of them were beloved. ~ Lisa O Donnell, #NFDB
395:Vladimir Putin celebrated his 63rd birthday today. He had a nice party, but it got awkward when two of his friends got him the same country. ~ Jimmy Fallon, #NFDB
396: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. ~ Mikhail Baryshnikov, #NFDB
397:Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen. ~ Robert Staughton Lynd, #NFDB
398:She's 80 my nan, what do you want for your birthday? "SHREDDER!! GET ME A SHREDDER!!", what do you want a shredder for? "IDENTITY THEFT!!". ~ Russell Howard, #NFDB
399:And everything that seemed possible at twenty-four, twenty-five, is now just such a joke, such a ridiculous fiction, every birthday an atrocity ~ Dave Eggers, #NFDB
400:It is on this beautiful day that we celebrate the Fuhrers birthday and thank him for he is the only reason why Germany is still alive today ~ Joseph Goebbels, #NFDB
401:On her birthday, it was she who gave a gift - to me. It makes me understand that the best standover man I've ever known is not a man at all... ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
402:Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves. You know, each time you Westerners celebrate your birthday you build another fence around your minds. ~ Robert Riskin, #NFDB
403:But you can't say no to a birthday present, so she took the little pony to her room, where it ate things it shouldn't have, and farted too much. ~ Kate Beaton, #NFDB
404:For my last birthday, Dad bought me a pocket-sized Collins English Dictionary. It would only fit in a pocket that had been specially designed. ~ Joe Dunthorne, #NFDB
405:Internet: What do you want for your birthday?
Virtual Cole: to stay young forever
Cole texted me:
Actually I want you ~ Maggie Stiefvater,#NFDB
406:On the occasion of Mahatma Gandhi's birthday, I salute every individual who honors the core values of his legacy, making him proud of humanity. ~ Widad Akreyi, #NFDB
407:Our teen-agers withdrew to their bedrooms on their thirteenth birthday and didn't show themselves to us again until it was time to get married. ~ Erma Bombeck, #NFDB
408:Ruby’s tenth birthday party. She wore a red dress and we skated and she told me we were halfway to twenty and someday we would go to France. ~ Catherine Lacey, #NFDB
409:I often go to bed in my birthday suit. But I like teddies and cute little undies that match. I like a sexy bra and panty set, or little shorts. ~ Queen Latifah, #NFDB
410:It's his mother's birthday? But he didn't tell me. I don't have a card. I don't have a gift. How could he do this to me?
Men are crap. ~ Sophie Kinsella,#NFDB
411:It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me. ~ Anthony Burgess, #NFDB
412:To this day, on my cheat days from my diet, which are New Year's Eve and my birthday, I buy luxury foods that are very indicative of my class. ~ Sandra Cisneros, #NFDB
413:All theology is a kind of birthday
Each one who is born
Comes into the world as a question
For which old answers
Are not sufficient… ~ Thomas Merton,#NFDB
414:I always do big birthday things. In three years, I'm 70. I'm going to do something outrageous. In America, everyone's always hiding their age. ~ Marina Abramovic, #NFDB
415:I'm eighteen; I'm a princess; and I'm a virgin. You know what? At this point in my life, I might as well be a unicorn. Happy freaking birthday to me. ~ Meg Cabot, #NFDB
416:In his birthday, she was wondering "What will make him happy when he has everything?".. She was desperate until she remembered that .. he does not have ... her ~, #NFDB
417:But we're going to smile and pretend we're fine with the dorky birthmas gifts because people do not get that they can't mush a birthday into christmas. ~ P C Cast, #NFDB
418:"I hope, sir, that I will shoot your picture on your hundredth birthday." I don't see why not, young man. You look reasonably fit and healthy. ~ Winston Churchill, #NFDB
419:It was always Christmas at my grandparents’ house, or Thanksgiving, or the Fourth of July, or somebody’s birthday. There was always happiness there. ~ Bill Bryson, #NFDB
420:My wife said that, for her birthday, she would like to go somewhere where she had not been for a long time. "What about the kitchen?" I offered. ♦◊♦◊♦◊♦ ~ Various, #NFDB
421:Today is my freaking birthday; no wonder the nightmares are back. They usually become the strongest around my birthday, when I miss my family the most ~ V F Mason, #NFDB
422:Why is Earth Day, today, also Lenin's birthday? Coincidence? Or does it signal the true intent of the national and worldwide environmental movement? ~ Alan Caruba, #NFDB
423:I grew up with guns. For my 16th birthday, in fact, I received a .357 instead of a car. But there was nothing playful about them; they were tools. ~ Benjamin Percy, #NFDB
424:I had never been allowed to invite friends on my birthday, and nor was I on this one. I was sullen and surly, I ate the cake without a word... ~ Karl Ove Knausg rd, #NFDB
425:I never really wanted to be a star. I didn't like entering a room with all eyes on me. I still don't really like the attention of a birthday party. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB
426:You know what, Gwen?" he managed, once he'd caught his breath.
-"What?"
"I'm glad you picked me as your birthday present." -Ethan Banks ~ Heidi Betts,#NFDB
427:But when I look back I can't call myself unlucky. My 23rd birthday was December 14. In these years I have had more than most people get in a lifetime. ~ Ernie Davis, #NFDB
428:For my 20th birthday in March, I'll buy myself a present for doing my best. A one way ticket to Tokyo. All I need is my guitar and a pack of cigarettes. ~ Ai Yazawa, #NFDB
429:Happy birthday to evil North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un. He gathered family and friends together and celebrated by executing a few close friends. ~ David Letterman, #NFDB
430:Honey, you're the one who stopped sleeping with me, OK? It'll be a year come April 20th. I remember the date exactly, because it was Hitler's birthday ~ Woody Allen, #NFDB
431:It's in my stars to invent; I was born on Madame Curie's birthday. I have this need for originals, for innovation. That's why I like Charlie Parker. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB
432:Someone asked me when is my birthday?
The poet inside me replied,
"My birthday is on the last day of the year,
It's 31st December my dear! ~ Anamika Mishra,#NFDB
433:This girl (Stephanie) is but a few months away from her seventeenth birthday and already she has saved the world and killed a god. What have you done? ~ Derek Landy, #NFDB
434:I sat quietly on the opposite side of the room. I was in a wedding dress at somebody else’s birthday party while my husband was being congratulated. ~ Carolyn Jessop, #NFDB
435:I was very aware of Jeff Buckley. My brother actually bought me The Mamas And The Papas and Jeff Buckley for my birthday when I was in my early teens. ~ Imogen Poots, #NFDB
436:my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples — though I wouldn’t say no to a large bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhisky! ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
437:Every village should celebrate its birthday & it will end the poison of casteism... and once casteism ends, see how the strength of villages increase! ~ Narendra Modi, #NFDB
438:I always wanted an older brother. That was my thing. My mom would be like, "What do you want for your birthday?" I'd be like, "I want an older brother." ~ Emmy Rossum, #NFDB
439:It reached the boat. Long clammy fingers grabbed the side, and a lugubrious face rose level with Nanny Ogg’s. ‘’ullo,’ it said. ‘It’sss my birthday. ~ Terry Pratchett, #NFDB
440:It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday. ~ Gabriel Garc a M rquez, #NFDB
441:It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday. ~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez, #NFDB
442:You're beautiful," I whisper as I carefully roll her onto her back so I'm hovering above her. "I feel like it's my birthday too and you're my present. ~ Monica Murphy, #NFDB
443:He always gets the birthday shit, and nobody even knows I got born. Jimmy Page was born on the ninth, you can make something out of that. But the eighth? ~ David Bowie, #NFDB
444:Extremely unusual though he was, at that moment Harry Potter felt just like everyone else: glad, for the first time in his life, that it was his birthday. ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
445:Start living today with that picture of your own 80th birthday clearly in mind. In that picture, you will find your definition of true success.” This ~ Benjamin P Hardy, #NFDB
446:There should be a stated day for commemorating the birthday of our Savior, because there is danger that what may be done on any day, will be neglected. ~ Samuel Johnson, #NFDB
447:Went to Studio 54 where there was a birthday party for the black star on Saturday Night Live who's just signed to do a movie with Paramount. Eddie Murphy. ~ Andy Warhol, #NFDB
448:attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
449:Disney World is celebrating its 40th birthday! You can tell the characters are getting old. In addition to Snow White's seven dwarfs, she now has 25 cats. ~ Jimmy Fallon, #NFDB
450:In the early ’90s, as I approached my thirteenth birthday and bar/bat mitzvahs became a weekly occurrence, I knew I was in for some real Great Gatsby shit. ~ Jensen Karp, #NFDB
451:Odd, isn’t it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day… ~ Mary Downing Hahn, #NFDB
452:Child: Why on this night do we eat Hot Fudge Sundaes? Adult: To remind us that being Jewish is like having your birthday every day!! Plus they're delicious! ~ Jon Stewart, #NFDB
453:In the souls of the people The Grapes of Wrath are Filling and Growing Heavy, growing heavy for the vintage."
Happy 112th Birthday John Steinbeck. ~ John Steinbeck,#NFDB
454:I've never had a surprise birthday party. I've had every other type of surprise. I've had surprise beatings, surprise drug tests, surprise daughter I think. ~ Dave Attell, #NFDB
455:The last time I’d spoken French I was twelve years old; before I reached my thirteenth birthday the teacher had correctly steered me into woodwork classes. ~ Craig Briggs, #NFDB
456:With my daughter, we do arts and crafts, we read a lot, we listen to music, and we cut the strings off balloons and bounce them around after birthday parties. ~ Lisa Loeb, #NFDB
457:Honey, you're the one who stopped sleeping with me, OK?
It'll be a year come April 20th.
I remember the date exactly, because it was Hitler's birthday ~ Woody Allen,#NFDB
458: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,#NFDB
459:I had a birthday one night on a farm we were shooting on. I walked into the tent, and there were 150 people waiting for me, all wearing masks of my face. ~ Stephen Hopkins, #NFDB
460:Some people take great pleasure in things like surprise birthday parties or financial windfalls, but for me, being knowingly kept in the dark is maddening. ~ JoAnn Bassett, #NFDB
461:The whole youth-idolatry oh-god-not-another-birthday thing has to be the most sure-fire way to be unhappy about the way things are progressing in your life. ~ Nat Friedman, #NFDB
462:Twenty-five, he was. Twenty-five tomorrow. Some years the snow had melted for his birthday, but not this year, and so it had been a long winter full of cows. ~ Jane Smiley, #NFDB
463:Well? I've had a great birthday so far. Are you going to make it the most memorable one of my life by telling me you love me back?" ~Isaiah Coulter ~ Catherine Anderson, #NFDB
464:And if you haven't got a single book, the idea of putting your hand on one is like Christmas and a birthday rolled up together."
- character May Weathers ~ Lisa Wingate,#NFDB
465:Kat had been picking things up since her third birthday, when Hamish and Angus's father took them all to the circus because he needed to "borrow" an elephant. ~ Ally Carter, #NFDB
466:One I built when I was a kid, and it was a real miniature of Disneyland. I fell in love with the park when I went there with my parents on my 12th birthday. ~ Bobby Sherman, #NFDB
467:[On his 83rd birthday] Physical condition or advancing of age are not obstacles to a perfect life. God does not look at external things but at the soul. ~ Pope John Paul II, #NFDB
468:The most important lesson Louise learned a week before her ninth birthday was the hardest one to keep in mind. Sometimes what sounded like a good plan wasn’t. ~ Wen Spencer, #NFDB
469:You can plant a tree to celebrate a birthday, an anniversary, a promotion or a business success. Tree hugging is the easiest yoga art to connect you with nature. ~ Amit Ray, #NFDB
470:I love my mom so much. I don't care if it's corny to say. I think on my next birthday I'm going to buy her a present. I think that should be the tradition. ~ Stephen Chbosky, #NFDB
471:Life-World
The Light is nearer to us than we think and at any time its hour may come. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Himself and the Ashram, Birthday Messages for Disciples,#NFDB
472:Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through. ~ Angela Carter, #NFDB
473:My second play, The Birthday Party, I wrote in 1958 - or 1957. It was totally destroyed by the critics of the day, who called it an absolute load of rubbish. ~ Harold Pinter, #NFDB
474:The entrance ramp had been blocked by an overturned semi. Bright-burning flares had been scattered around it like birthday candles on some idiot child’s cake. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
475:The guests cheered, and America started a drunken rendition of Happy Birthday. I laughed when the part came to say my name and the entire room sang “Pigeon”. ~ Jamie McGuire, #NFDB
476:When the necessary eleven days were added, George Washington’s birthday, which fell on February 11, 1731, Old Style, became February 22, 1732, New Style. ~ Daniel J Boorstin, #NFDB
477:Former President Bush, to celebrate his 80th birthday, jumped out of an airplane. And if you've seen the polls, you know he's not the only Bush in freefall. ~ David Letterman, #NFDB
478:If all else fails, I could go to a train station and open up my saxophone case and make some bucks. I can do "Mary Had A Little Lamb," I can do "Happy Birthday." ~ Sean Price, #NFDB
479:In the Mexican culture, we never miss a baptism, a birthday, a baby shower, a wedding shower, a wedding. You must show up. Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble. ~ Eva Longoria, #NFDB
480:Telling me to relax or smile when I'm angry is like bringing a birthday cake into an ape sanctuary. You're just asking to get your nose and genitals bitten off. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
481:Telling me to relax or smile when I’m angry is like bringing a birthday cake into an ape sanctuary. You’re just asking to get your nose and genitals bitten off. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
482:You can’t be selfish. But we men-it’s a wonder we forget ourselves long enough to buy a birthday card. As for love... we can love, but we’re always forgetting. ~ Tobias Wolff, #NFDB
483:A clear cold Christmas,’ Patton wrote in his diary that day, ‘lovely weather for killing Germans, which seems a bit queer, seeing Whose birthday it is.’ Patton ~ Antony Beevor, #NFDB
484:A day and a half ago I was at work playing browser games on the PC and trying to think of what to get Amy for her birthday. Suddenly it’s the freaking apocalypse. ~ David Wong, #NFDB
485:And I was very shy as a kid; if you sang me 'Happy Birthday,' I would cry. Quite shy. So the idea of being an actor, much less a model, was just out of this world. ~ Cody Horn, #NFDB
486:Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh! ~ Joanne Harris, #NFDB
487:Dursleys hadn’t even remembered that today happened to be Harry’s twelfth birthday. Of course, his hopes hadn’t been high; they’d never given him a real present, ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
488:For my birthday that year Anne gave me an inflatable atlas globe, along with a birthday card in which she wrote: I give you the world. Have fun blowing it up. ~ Craig Ferguson, #NFDB
489:If you are invisible, you are vulnerable. Birth Registration must be everyone's priority. Let's make all children visible and let's give every child a birthday! ~ Desmond Tutu, #NFDB
490:For years Melody had been making the same wish on every birthday candle, eyelash, wishbone, and shooting star that came her way, and now it had finally come true. ~ Sarah Weeks, #NFDB
491:Real people have trouble with long division if they don’t have a calculator, sometimes forget their spouse’s birthday, and have a hangover on New Year’s Day. ~ Richard H Thaler, #NFDB
492:Whoa there,” Trey said, pulling me back to him. “Not so fast, and I will ask you to be more careful, Ms. Preston. After all, you're carrying my birthday present. ~ Andrea Smith, #NFDB
493:You could hollow out a big pumpkin and wear it on your head for the entire week of your birthday. This will allow you to get in touch with your Halloween emotions. ~ Jade Puget, #NFDB
494:The first fact about the celebration of a birthday is that it is a way of affirming defiantly, and even flamboyantly, that it is a good thing to be alive. ~ Gilbert K Chesterton, #NFDB
495:A middle-aged white man smiling and cutting a cake decorated with candles in a picture posted on Facebook isn't celebrating his birthday, but holding a knife. ~ Michelle McNamara, #NFDB
496:There was at all events one advantage in the choice of this day to my birth; my birthday throughout the whole of my childhood was a day of public rejoicing. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, #NFDB
497:at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
498:blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
499:That wasn’t being a kid, not the way the mainlander birthday cards meant, and after you’d been that you could never be a kid again really, not a birthday card kid. ~ Max Gladstone, #NFDB
500:Having a birthday cake squashed into your face by young kids? Delicious. I always don a Santa suit at Christmas. Remaining childish is a tremendous state of innocence. ~ John Lydon, #NFDB
501:I’m still struggling to get over the fact that I just let some weird alien creature crap all over me. I don’t think I’ll be forgetting this birthday in a hurry. The ~ Siobhan Davis, #NFDB
502:She wore the gray Alexander Wang dress I’d bought for her birthday—it took me forever to find a cheap knock-off that’d make her rich friends laugh at her behind her back ~ L J Shen, #NFDB
503:Today is my sixteenth birthday. I am wearing a gown I can barely walk in, my artfully styled hair is giving me a headache, and I feel like I am going to throw up. ~ Bethany Wiggins, #NFDB
504:Despite her insistence that no one should make a big deal about her birthday, no one ever listened. There was always so much pressure to have the perfect happy day. ~ Michelle Madow, #NFDB
505:For my birthday that year Anne gave me an inflatable atlas globe, along with a birthday card in which she wrote:
I give you the world.
Have fun blowing it up. ~ Craig Ferguson,#NFDB
506:I got my first tennis racket on my seventh birthday. And because we had a tennis court in our backyard, I played every day. By ten I was playing competitively. ~ Tullian Tchividjian, #NFDB
507:I thought maybe since it's you birthday Mr. Tall, Dark and Tattooed would be around. I'm telling you ladies, I'm in stage four lust and it can only be cured by Rule. ~ Jay Crownover, #NFDB
508:I was fired at the pinnacle of my career, on my 39th birthday. And in the year that followed, I learned that there are many psychological phases of being 'let go.' ~ Mika Brzezinski, #NFDB
509:My birthday is Feb. 11, and I'm both excited and not excited by it. You'll never be 15 again, and you really, really need to savor every day like it's your last. ~ Q orianka Kilcher, #NFDB
510:I always love coming to Disneyland but celebrating my birthday here with my family, friends and the kids from YSA is really awesome!, this is a night I'll never forget. ~ Miley Cyrus, #NFDB
511:I had arranged a birthday party for him and my children, who are all Aquarians. Instead, we got married. I ran out of excuses. It was just us and my children. ~ Diane von Furstenberg, #NFDB
512:In the next room, a very nice young lady, who happened to be completely naked, wanted me to tell her anything I could possibly remember about my seventh birthday party. ~ John Scalzi, #NFDB
513:I saw Farrah Fawcett originally when she and her boyfriend, Lee Majors, came over to my house for a birthday party that I was having for my ex-wife, Leigh Taylor-Young. ~ Ryan O Neal, #NFDB
514:It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. ~ Sam Levenson, #NFDB
515:I want to say that probably 24 hours after I told CBS that I was stepping down at my 65th birthday, I was already regretting it. And I regretted it every day since. ~ Walter Cronkite, #NFDB
516:ate matzo on Easter and ham on Hanukah, and I was relatively sure that Christmas was somehow intertwined with my birthday. It all made sense to me at the time. I ~ Kimberly Rae Miller, #NFDB
517:It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.' ~ Sam Levenson, #NFDB
518:I was born on Halloween, and until I was eight years old my parents had me convinced that the candy people gave out when I knocked on their doors was birthday presents. ~ Ransom Riggs, #NFDB
519:I am a big popcorn fanatic. I love popcorn. In fact one year for my birthday, my husband bought me one of those big popcorn machines like they have in movie theaters. ~ Debbie Macomber, #NFDB
520:November 30th marks Luna Hale's eighteenth birthday. Time fucking flies - I remember when she was just a baby and we'd tap each other's noses and say beep beep. ~ Krista Ritchie, #NFDB
521:I've found out that I cannot pass up pizza without having some. I just can't! my kids have a lot of pizza. I can't go to a kid's birthday party without having a slice. ~ Jennifer Garner, #NFDB
522:Wish him a happy birthday for me. And assure him it will be his last. But yours is coming, isn’t it? I don’t doubt we’ll spend it together. Until we meet again, Maven ~ Victoria Aveyard, #NFDB
523:You look…” he shook his head looking her up and down, “You look delicious. If I don’t get you out of here, I’m going to devour you like it’s my birthday, and you’re my cake. ~ J B McGee, #NFDB
524:Breathe, Benjamin. If you come, I’ll be displeased. I want you to finish in me.” She’d promised him rough sex. A blowjob and rough sex—birthday and Christmas combined. ~ Cherise Sinclair, #NFDB
525:Glad to hear it. Because if you don’t get your shit together, man,
I’m going to gift wrap it, slap a big, ugly bow on top, and send it to you
for your birthday. ~ Cardeno C,#NFDB
526:I hate birthdays. It's so funny, people always come up to me, "Hey! It's my birthday!" But when it's my birthday, I don't want to talk about it, I don't wanna tell anybody. ~ Josh Groban, #NFDB
527:I have to mime at parties when everyone sings Happy Birthday... Mime or mumble and rumble and growl and grunt so deep that only moles, manta rays and mushrooms can hear me. ~ Stephen Fry, #NFDB
528:It's my wife Ruth's birthday soon. I said to her: "What would you like for your birthday?" She said: "I want a divorce." I said: "I wasn't planning on spending that much." ~ Frank Carson, #NFDB
529:Michael swallowed, feeling like he was choking on his grief. “Fifteen,” he said. She’d just had a birthday last week. He’d bought her a stuffed giraffe. “She’s fifteen. ~ Karin Slaughter, #NFDB
530:Werner is beginning to see, approaching his sixteenth birthday, that what the führer really requires is boys. Great rows of them walking to the conveyor belt to climb on. ~ Anthony Doerr, #NFDB
531: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. ~ Jojo Moyes, #NFDB
532:When I was in elementary school, I used to write letters to myself. I'd write letters and go 'Dear Kristen-at-16-years-old, happy birthday. I hope you're doing something.' ~ Kristin Kreuk, #NFDB
533:You know who you remind me of? The kid cop in Lethal Weapon 3. You know, the one who says, 'it's my twenty-first birthday today', and right away you know he's dead meat? ~ Jennifer Crusie, #NFDB
534:But whether I touch him or I run, whether I'm dreaming or I'm awake, on his birthday or on all other days, my whole life has been contaminated with the fact that he is dead. ~ Jean Hegland, #NFDB
535:But whether I touch him or I run, whether I’m dreaming or I’m awake, on his birthday or on all other days, my whole life has been contaminated with the fact that he is dead. ~ Jean Hegland, #NFDB
536:My father always says one thing leads to another. It certainly does. I started out to buy a friend a birthday present, and I end up trying to get a factory to go with it.... ~ Jean Merrill, #NFDB
537:I like to give people novels I think they would like, on no particular occasion - just when we're in a bookstore together. I like to receive reference books on my birthday. ~ Daniel Handler, #NFDB
538:I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little. ~ Charlotte Bronte, #NFDB
539:Her birthday was yesterday, August twentieth. Why had Laura said that she was born in January? 6 Andy drove up and down what seemed like the city of Carrollton’s main drag. ~ Karin Slaughter, #NFDB
540:I like existing. I'm not ready to unexist just because of stupid causality. I didn't invite stupid causality to my birthday party, so it doesn't get to give me any presents. ~ Seanan McGuire, #NFDB
541:I was quite a shy child. I would get terribly nervous and throw up before my birthday party. And then I would be fine. I feel the same now. I get nervous, then it's fine. ~ Matthew Macfadyen, #NFDB
542:Well? I've had a great birthday so far. Are you going to make it the most memorable one of my life by telling me you love me back?" ~ Catherine AndersonIsaiah Coulter ~ Catherine Anderson, #NFDB
543:Who knows who I would be or what I would talk about if I’d been raised in the Capitol? Maybe my biggest regret would be having feathered costumes at my birthday party, too. ~ Suzanne Collins, #NFDB
544:Why not take a few pounds of ‘happys’?” advised the salesman. “They’re much more practical—and very useful for Happy Birthday, Happy New Year, happy days, and happy-go-lucky. ~ Norton Juster, #NFDB
545:Grav laughed, causing his overhanging beer gut to wobble like a birthday jelly. ‘Yeah, I’m starting ballet classes next week. My saggy arse will look good in the tights.’ ‘Now, ~ John Nicholl, #NFDB
546:Thanks, Mom for always being there For showing me such love and care. Thanks for all you've done and do How I turned out is down to you I love you Have a lovely birthday ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
547:The fourth time was because I found the “Griffin on the Left” clip Theo made for my birthday two years ago and was disappointed in myself for believing he’d actually finish it. ~ Adam Silvera, #NFDB
548:I learned to dance at quinceañeras - big [15th] birthday parties for Spanish girls. It was always funny to bring the white guy out [on the floor] and let him look like a fool. ~ Channing Tatum, #NFDB
549:I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing. ~ Rabindranath Tagore, #NFDB
550: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? ~ Christopher Titus, #NFDB
551:Niece’s birthday party. I know you think you’re wild, Colby, but you haven’t been to a real rager until you see a bunch of sugar-crazed four year-olds fighting over a unicorn cake. ~ Zoe Chant, #NFDB
552:You cannot say, "I will look it up." Your birthday and social security number are things you look up; trigonometric functions and identities are what you know all the time. ~ Ramamurti Shankar, #NFDB
553:You like the party?" "Is it in honor of anything?" "My cat's birthday." "Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?" "I dont know. He ran away." -Magnus & Clary, pg.221- ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
554:Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again. ~ Menachem Mendel Schneerson, #NFDB
555:Birthday present number three,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back off my face.
“I’m still yet to get you anything.”
“I got all my twelve the moment you agreed to be mine. ~ Samantha Towle,#NFDB
556:But I loved that hat. It was a gift from Killian on my birthday the year before. He bought it from a lady in town who knit and sold them dirt cheap. He said I looked good in orange. ~ K L Kreig, #NFDB
557:My birthday is in August - right before September, so I have that "back to school" feeling ingrained in me so that time of year is when I usually do personal goals or resolutions. ~ Jen Kirkman, #NFDB
558:For my birthday my husband learned to cook and is cooking one day a week for me. But he only likes to do fancy dishes. So we end up with weird, obscure things in the refrigerator. ~ Cheryl Hines, #NFDB
559:I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday. ~ Maggie Stiefvater, #NFDB
560:I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, 'What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday. ~ Maggie Stiefvater, #NFDB
561:I wasn't very good about juggling family and my career. I was interested in who was coming to the children's birthday party, what my son was writing. I was thinking about Legos. ~ Jill Clayburgh, #NFDB
562:When someone's rattling on about blocked toilets, collapsing marquees, and penis-shaped birthday cakes, it's hard to convince yourself that you're in a life-or-death situation. ~ Catherine Jinks, #NFDB
563:A real man is one who remembers the lady's birthday, but never knows how old she is. A man who never remembers her birthday, but knows exactly how old she is, - is her husband. ~ Faina Ranevskaya, #NFDB
564:Happy birthday to former First Lady Barbara Bush, who turned seventy-seven this week. Unfortunately, where her granddaughters helped blow out the candles on her cake, it exploded. ~ Craig Kilborn, #NFDB
565:Helmut, if I had known that one can make it to 90 on 60 cigarettes a day, I would have started smoking 30 years ago. [at Former German Chancellor Helmut Schmidt’s 90th birthday] ~ Henry Kissinger, #NFDB
566:I have friends who hide in their bedroom for three days every time they have another birthday. That's what brings the wrinkles! I didn't care when I turned 30 or 40 or 50. ~ Maria Conchita Alonso, #NFDB
567:Live everyday like your birthday and drive your life with all varieties of appreciation. A life live with thanksgiving every day is never tired of being lived again and again! ~ Israelmore Ayivor, #NFDB
568:Now, they're saying I groped a male staffer. Yes, I did. Not only did I grope him, I tickled him until he couldn't breathe and four guys jumped on top of me. It was my 50th birthday. ~ Eric Massa, #NFDB
569:Why not? Why can’t we have fun and embrace life? Why is it so important to change into a new person just because the number of candles on your birthday cake has increased each year? ~ Melody Anne, #NFDB
570:Death and life are, for most of us, too complex to comprehend, but Alex Lemon can pretty casually, accurately, and marvelously correlate them to heavy metal and birthday cake. ~ Brenda Shaughnessy, #NFDB
571:I used to go down every year for the remembrance of Elvis' birthday. Memphis State College invited me to sit in the auditorium and speak to the people for one of those Elvis days. ~ Otis Blackwell, #NFDB
572:She felt an unexpected pang of homesickness (or was it some physical complaint?) and suddenly remembered that it was her mother's birthday today or tomorrow or sometime last week. ~ Stephen Wright, #NFDB
573:The guests cheered, and America started a drunken rendition of “Happy Birthday to You.” When it got to the part for her name, the entire room sang “Pigeon.” It made me kinda proud. ~ Jamie McGuire, #NFDB
574:Cathy gets up early to clean the house every Saturday, no matter what. It could be her birthday, it could be the morning of the Rapture—Cathy will get up early on Saturday to clean. ~ Paula Hawkins, #NFDB
575:Duress, my ass. You wanted to climb Declan like a tree. Hell, better yet, you wanted to eat him like a birthday cake.” Harper pointed at her, eyes narrowed. “With butter. Cream. Icing. ~ Celia Kyle, #NFDB
576:He does, and his eyes shoot to mine, wide and gray, alive with wonder and joy. His lip part in disbelief. The word YES flashes on and off on the key ring. "Happy birthday", I whispered. ~ E L James, #NFDB
577:[His faith] was a hundred small perfect steps that in the end can never add up to dance ... not the kind I wanted, anyway. Not the tango of Argentina, of the Spanish birthday party. ~ Addie Zierman, #NFDB
578:My parents screened 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory' for my 6th birthday, and I became fascinated by the idea of living in a candy land with chocolate rivers and lollipop trees. ~ Dylan Lauren, #NFDB
579:One of the many problems with aging is that you begin to think of yourself as a slob because your birthday suit can never be cleaned or pressed no matter how spotted or wrinkled it gets ~ Bob Smith, #NFDB
580: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. ~ Aldo Leopold, #NFDB
581:Get it wrong, and we call it a cult. Get it right, in the right time and the right place, and maybe, for the next few millennia, people won't have to go to work on your birthday. ~ Robert M Sapolsky, #NFDB
582:Interventions are really emotionally exhausting and I would never ever want to have one. In the same way, I would never want to have a surprise birthday party. That would be horrible. ~ Margaret Cho, #NFDB
583:I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is, anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives. ~ Cat Deeley, #NFDB
584:She calls me 'bird boy' and Hawkeye every time she gets a chance. Last year she bought me a bow and arrow for my birthday and told me it was for when the Avengers were called into action. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
585:She put my hand in the fire once. Jus to see if it would burn, she said. Just to check if it was a regular hand, she said. I was 6 years old then. I remember because it was my birthday. ~ Tahereh Mafi, #NFDB
586:Suddenly this camera, this thing, allowed me to move around the world in a certain kind of way, with a certain kind of purpose. (On receiving a camera for her twenty-first birthday) ~ Carrie Mae Weems, #NFDB
587:When’s your birthday, Eric?” Lisa asked. “This August,” he said. “You and Cassie both have summer birthdays,” Kelly observed. “She’s in late August.” “You two are both turning sixteen, ~ Maggie Sefton, #NFDB
588:George: Why've you had a grudge against your brother for 15 years? Benny: We Lopezes are a proud people... George: You have a birthday lunch at Denny's every month. We're not that proud! ~ George Lopez, #NFDB
589:I’m throwing myself a birthday party next week,” he said. “One of the many ways I’m whistling past the graveyard these days. I’ll bet you’re a grand whistler, aren’t you? Please come.” — ~ Paula McLain, #NFDB
590:I wrapped my Christmas presents early this year, but I used the wrong paper. See, the paper I used said 'Happy Birthday' on it. I didn't want to waste it so I just wrote 'Jesus' on it. ~ Demetri Martin, #NFDB
591:Only Peter Rabbit didn’t get any. Don’t you remember?” said Grandfather. “He will this time,” said Joe. “At last Peter Rabbit has his blackberries and cream, on his birthday. ~ Gertrude Chandler Warner, #NFDB
592:But sooner or later you have to do something. If you think you're going to find one thing that will be perfect for you, you're going to spend your eightieth birthday reading the want ads. ~ Ann Patchett, #NFDB
593:On the occasion of Mahatma Gandhi's 70th birthday. "Generations to come, it may well be, will scarce believe that such a man as this one ever in flesh and blood walked upon this Earth. ~ Albert Einstein, #NFDB
594:Shawn rested his head against the seat then turned to talk to Sarah. "It's your birthday tomorrow." "Ruby Tuesday's thought it was three months ago." "Ruby Tuesday's has a touch of dementia. ~ Nina Post, #NFDB
595:There's no magic numbers in birthdays in my life, there are no milestones, there's no event. Every birthday has to be celebrated to its fullest, even if it's with one person or with 20. ~ Sandra Bullock, #NFDB
596:Anakin: "You look…different."
Tahiri: "Older maybe? I'm fourteen now. Last week."
Anakin: "Happy birthday."
Tahiri: "You should have thought of it then, but thanks anyway. Dummy. ~ Greg Keyes,#NFDB
597:Happy birthday Obamacare! Five years ago today you came into our lives and nothing's ever been the same since! Our insurance premiums have skyrocketed and our doctor choices have plummeted. ~ Neil Cavuto, #NFDB
598:I celebrated my 18th birthday in Japan, which was quite memorable; I was quite fascinated by the different traditions and the culture; it was so completely different to Australian culture. ~ Miranda Kerr, #NFDB
599:I have to be reminded, “’It’s your son’s birthday party. Bring a camera.’ And then, when I’m there, ‘Take a picture,’ because it doesn’t occur to me to use it as this memorializing thing. ~ Stephen Shore, #NFDB
600: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. ~ Caroline Kepnes, #NFDB
601:Every year on my birthday, I start a new playlist titled after my current age so I can keep track of my favorite songs of the year as a sort of musical diary because I am a teenage girl. ~ Chris Hardwick, #NFDB
602:It's not really difficult to go from one voice into the next. It's like asking you to sing a line of Happy Birthday and then Goodnight Irene - assuming you know the words to both those songs ~ Hank Azaria, #NFDB
603:I've been a Nick Cave fan since the early '80s when he was part of The Birthday Party thing singing Australian self-destructive rock band and I've always followed his work and loved it. ~ Aleksandar Hemon, #NFDB
604:My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young. ~ Paulina Porizkova, #NFDB
605:purpose of teaching history is not the memorizing of some dates and facts, that the student is not interested in knowing the exact date of a battle or the birthday of some marshal or other, ~ Adolf Hitler, #NFDB
606:The wicked gleam had returned to his eyes. “Why the sudden urgency? From what I understand, you’re not scheduled to get married until the sixth anniversary of your twenty-first birthday. ~ Teresa Medeiros, #NFDB
607:A well-known psychologist once said, 'When a child reaches his third birthday, his parents will have given him half of all that they will ever be able to give him in the way of education. ~ Corrie ten Boom, #NFDB
608:Dear Harry, Happy birthday! Think you might find this useful for next year. Won’t say no more here. Tell you when I see you. Hope the Muggles are treating you right. All the best, Hagrid It ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
609:Jeems was their body servant and, like the dogs, accompanied them everywhere. He had been their childhood playmate and had been given to the twins for their own on their tenth birthday. ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB
610:It was my birthday. I lay there savouring the feeling of having a whole day to myself when people would give me presents and the family would be forced to accede to any reasonable requests. ~ Gerald Durrell, #NFDB
611:Most of us have fond memories of food from our childhood. Whether it was our mom's homemade lasagna or a memorable chocolate birthday cake, food has a way of transporting us back to the past. ~ Homaro Cantu, #NFDB
612:probably never said I love you to another human being . . . How could Kate have said that? And then not called to apologize . . . or to say hello . . . or even to wish her a happy birthday? ~ Kristin Hannah, #NFDB
613:What kind of life are you leading where you consider ketchup fancy? "Well, we ain't rich folk, but on special occasions, I'll break out the ketchup. Grandma's birthday, make her feel special" ~ Jim Gaffigan, #NFDB
614:Yaw listened as his best friend told him that he had explained to the girl that you could not inherit a scar. Now, nearing his fiftieth birthday, Yaw no longer knew if he believed this was true. ~ Yaa Gyasi, #NFDB
615:I begged my mom for a beat machine, she spent a crazy amount of money - so there were no more Christmases, no more basketball camps, no more birthday gifts. I always knew that's what I wanted to do. ~ J Cole, #NFDB
616:On my fifteenth birthday, I came to realize that the expression spoiled rotten meant exactly that. We kids were the apples of our parents' eyes, and I, for one, was rotting from inside out. ~ Neal Shusterman, #NFDB
617:Plant the seeds of Love in your hearts. Let them grow into trees of Service and shower the sweet fruit of Ananda. Share the Ananda with all. That is the proper way to celebrate the Birthday ~ Sathya Sai Baba, #NFDB
618:So OK, it's your special big Four-O birthday But don't expect me to be obsequious and fawning You, being you, can't possibly be a good example So do try, at least, to serve as a warning ~ John Walter Bratton, #NFDB
619:Who is Alice?" asked mother. "Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger ~ Russell Hoban, #NFDB
620:You like the party?"
"Is it in honor of anything?"
"My cat's birthday."
"Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?"
"I dont know. He ran away."
-Magnus & Clary, pg.221- ~ Cassandra Clare,#NFDB
621:On every birthday, I ask my wife, 'What would you like this year?' and her instant reply is, 'Diamonds! Diamonds! Diamonds!' I'm always living in hope that one day she'll say she just wants me! ~ Akshay Kumar, #NFDB
622:Turning one hundred was the worst birthday of my life. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Turning 101 was not so bad. Once you're past that century mark, it's just not as shocking. ~ Annie Elizabeth Delany, #NFDB
623:He was in a gigantic circular bed, with a pink canopy over it. In all the luxuriant femininity of that big bedroom, George looked shrunken and misplaced, like a dead worm in a birthday cake. ~ John D MacDonald, #NFDB
624:It was nice to be in such close physical proximity, even though they hadn't spoken in months, and only via cursory birthday cards and the like. In the end, it didn't matter. Sisters were sisters. ~ Emma Straub, #NFDB
625:Our pleasures in literature do not, I think, decline with age; last 1st of January was my eighty-second birthday, and I think that I had as much enjoyment from books as I ever had in my life. ~ Maria Edgeworth, #NFDB
626:You always get a special kick on opening day, no matter how many you go through. You look forward to it like a birthday party when you're a kid. You think something wonderful is going to happen. ~ Joe DiMaggio, #NFDB
627:A Birthday Candle
Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash,
Yet there was time to wish
~ Donald Justice,#NFDB
628:Anna," he said, dragging his frosted fingers through my hair."Don't you know what it means when a boy pulls your hair at your birthday party?" "No." Just, then, i didn't know what anything meant. ~ Sarah Ockler, #NFDB
629:His old man, who'd smoked like he did, had spent the last five years of his life in a little cart sucking on a tank, until he'd done the big face-plant just a month before his sixtieth birthday. ~ Justin Cronin, #NFDB
630:I'm not into sugar for kids, but you don't want your kid to be the carrot kid. There's always the kid at the birthday parties carrying a bag of carrots. You've got to let them eat a little cake. ~ Tobey Maguire, #NFDB
631: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, #NFDB
632:My 21st birthday was awesome. I was in L.A., and it was great. I had a bunch of friends that came out. The night ended up in a completely different direction than we thought it was going to go. ~ Jonathan Keltz, #NFDB
633:My parents were dishonest people. If it was my birthday, I knew my mother took me to the K-Mart and she stole my toy. She'd put it in the shopping cart and we'd walk out. I was raised with that. ~ Vincent Gallo, #NFDB
634:When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. ~ J R R Tolkien, #NFDB
635:Who is Alice?" asked mother.
"Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger ~ Russell Hoban,#NFDB
636:Your birthday gift to me is to place me in the middle of an art heist so that I can taser someone?” He nodded, smiling, looking very proud. “Thank you, Alex. I mean it. I...I just love you so much. ~ Penny Reid, #NFDB
637:Dearest brother, you are an idiot. Sometimes you make me puke. I’ll be in training by the time you read this and I wish you were doing it instead of me. PS Happy thirteenth birthday, I love U. ~ Robert Muchamore, #NFDB
638:I sometimes have birthday parties for the kids in my neighborhood and then pretend to suggest that I am going to molest them to the parents. It's a hilarious prank even though I am not a paedophile. ~ Thom Yorke, #NFDB
639:I tend to foster drama via bleakness. If I want the reader to feel sympathy for a character, I cleave the character in half, on his birthday. And then it starts raining. And he's made of sugar. ~ George Saunders, #NFDB
640:We all have special numbers in our lives, and 4 is that for me. It's the day I was born. My mother's birthday, and a lot of my friends' birthdays, are on the fourth; April 4 is my wedding date. ~ Beyonce Knowles, #NFDB
641:but the habits of frugality ingrained during years of perpetual worry about money, and daily, hourly, weighing of cost and benefit, meant she could never take an auto, not on her birthday, not ever. ~ Manju Kapur, #NFDB
642:Hey, what are we going to get Margo for her birthday?" I ask.
"I know what to get her."
"What?"
Dani looks around, and then whispers in my ear. "A spell to remove the stick from her ass. ~ Amanda Marrone,#NFDB
643:I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn't understand why. ~ Gillian Flynn, #NFDB
644:I would always say I'm doing a video project. About dancing or birthday parties. Of course, the video becomes more than that. It goes deeper than that. But it's not a lie. It's a starting point. ~ Laurel Nakadate, #NFDB
645:What is Aldous capable of?" "Aldous is two thousands years old. He's capable of anything." "Aldous Nix is two thousands years old?" "So, I've heard. He doesn't invite me to his birthday parties. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
646:wouldn’t get married on her birthday. He wouldn’t do that to the mother of his children, even if the divorce had been finalized two years ago this past April. Nicole made a sound of disgust. “Of ~ Barbara Bretton, #NFDB
647:About astrology and palmistry: They are good because they make people feel vivid and full of possibilities. They are communism at its best. Everybody has a birthday and almost everybody has a palm. ~ Kurt Vonnegut, #NFDB
648:As nervous as I am to pick up a water bottle, that's how nervous I am to perform. My confidence is very high. I really enjoy going up, I feel like it's my birthday everyday that I have to go up there. ~ Gucci Mane, #NFDB
649:Don't think that even an engineer, when he buys a motor, takes it to bits to scrutinize it. Even he as a specialist buys from the external appearance. A motor ought to look like a birthday present. ~ Peter Behrens, #NFDB
650:My ass isn’t bare for you, Lush. No touching the merch.” “Ohhh?” He raised an eyebrow, totally ignoring a couple of people who shouted happy birthday at him. “Is it bare for a certain someone?” My ~ Megan Erickson, #NFDB
651:People don’t give a flying fuck if Uncle Jeffrey really forgives them for missing his last birthday party. They want to know that the world is a place where Uncle Jeffrey can and should forgive them. ~ Jim Butcher, #NFDB
652:When I’d come in one day in the late winter and asked him why he was working the grill with a kid’s birthday hat on, he’d said Because today I’m fifty-seven, buddy. Which makes me an official Heinz. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
653:- You gave me a dead frog for my birthday!
- To remind you we all die and end up rotting underground eaten by maggots so we should enjoy our birthdays while we have them. I found it thoughtful. ~ Soman Chainani,#NFDB
654:A birthday is just another day where you go to work and people give you love. Age is just a state of mind, and you are as old as you think you are. You have to count your blessings and be happy. ~ Abhishek Bachchan, #NFDB
655:Every Russian received the name of one of the saints in the Church calendar, and that saint’s day was his or her name day and was kept much as a birthday is kept in England and the United States.—A.M. ~ Leo Tolstoy, #NFDB
656:I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
657:I think there's something about the homemade birthday cake, because my wife, on my daughter's first birthday, started the tradition where she takes a full cake and cuts the number birthday out of it. ~ Willie Geist, #NFDB
658:I've raced on all seven continents at least twice. I've probably run thousands of races. But the single race that I'm most proud is a 10K. Yes, a 10K. I ran it with my daughter on her 10th birthday. ~ Dean Karnazes, #NFDB
659:A toast to the birthday boy!' Myrna shouted. 'Welcome to the adult world, hon. It's lonely, it's miserable, and God help you. But there are bright spots, and nights like tonight are one of them. ~ Natalie Standiford, #NFDB
660:continues: For Kit, the Depression has brought big changes: a houseful of boarders, tons of chores, and no birthday party. But when Kit’s taste for adventure gets her into trouble, she discovers that ~ Valerie Tripp, #NFDB
661:Seeing Carter hurt was the final insult. My grandparents had been possessed. My friends had been attacked, and my birthday ruined. But my brother was off-limits. No one was allowed to hurt my brother. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
662:I liked this about Drew: always to the point when talking about business, but always philosophical when talking about life. Attending his birthday party had been a priority since I met him four years ago ~ Penny Reid, #NFDB
663:Imagine my delight and awe when I discovered such a thing was a real genre - contemporary fantasy or urban fantasy. It was like having my birthday twice in one week and cookie dough for breakfast. ~ Maggie Stiefvater, #NFDB
664:Nobody gave me what I wanted for my birthday! Nobody! What sort of presents do you call these? New shoes, a green sweater and a bunch of stupid toys!"
"What were you expecting?"
"Real estate! ~ Charles M Schulz,#NFDB
665:Thenardier had just passed his fiftieth birthday; Madame Thenardier was approaching her forties, which is equivalent to fifty in a woman; so that there existed a balance of age between husband and wife. ~ Victor Hugo, #NFDB
666:…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five and nothing to show for it. ~ Louisa May Alcott, #NFDB
667:Her eyes filled.
"He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago," she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them."
Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen! ~ Mary Roberts Rinehart,#NFDB
668:Kate's Daddy had bought her a red BMW for her birthday. I found it to be an absolute miracle of God that Kate hadn't pancaked it yet. She drove like a blind person going into diabetic shock. ~ Courtney Allison Moulton, #NFDB
669:At Linus Pauling’s sixtieth birthday celebration, a student asked him, “Dr. Pauling, how does one go about having good ideas?” He replied, “You have a lot of ideas and throw away the bad ones. ~ Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, #NFDB
670:Her Czech was freshly acquired (by wish, not study; Karou collected languages, and that’s what Brimstone always gave her for her birthday) and it had still tasted strange on her tongue, like a new spice. ~ Laini Taylor, #NFDB
671:at the dawn of July, Ukraine was to celebrate the first birthday of its ultramodern constitution, which makes us feel very nationalistic, and so many people would be on vacation in foreign places. ~ Jonathan Safran Foer, #NFDB
672:Birthday cake without buttercream icing wasn’t birthday cake. It was a crime against nature and should be hauled into the yard and doused with beef bouillon before it poisoned the Sugary Forest of Goodness. ~ Celia Kyle, #NFDB
673:I could rent Caesar out at birthday parties. Halloween parties. I could take pictures of Caesar eating a piece of birthday cake. Or a picture of a kid riding Caesar on his birthday. We could build a saddle. ~ Pat Conroy, #NFDB
674:And of course, I had to see you today, on your birthday.” “You remembered?” He turned to her, expression earnest. “I remember everything about you, Miss Macy. Every moment between us—the good and the bad. ~ Julie Klassen, #NFDB
675:At 50, if you are on a diet on your birthday, you can't eat a piece of your birthday cake. So grab two, a piece in each hand and, lo and behold, you will be on a balanced diet! Happy birthday, old chum! ~ Abraham Lincoln, #NFDB
676:Every two months, I allow myself a splurge day where I eat thick, doughy pizza from Pizzeria Uno or an ice cream sundae from my store with birthday-cake ice cream, Marshmallow Fluff, and toppings mixed in. ~ Dylan Lauren, #NFDB
677:I see you're trying to distract me from the real point here," Magnus said instead. "You had a birthday - a perfect excuse for me to throw one of my famous parties - and you didn't even tell me about it? ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
678:Kissing you is.. I tried so had for so long to deny myself. I tried to do tho right thing. But ever since we kissed on your birthday I knew once i started I'd never be able.. even through we can't.. ~ Jessica Shirvington, #NFDB
679:They don't want to know that you'll never eat birthday cake because you don't want to erase the magical taste of frosting on his lips. That you wake up ever day wondering why you got to live and he didn't. ~ Sarah Ockler, #NFDB
680:During the writers’ strike in 2007, we put on our own SNL episode there with old sketches. Michael Cera hosted, our musical guest was Yo La Tengo, and we gave Lorne a birthday cake as he sat in the audience. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
681:I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality I knew was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
682:Jimmy Fargo’s birthday party. All the other guys got to take home goldfish in little plastic bags. I won him because I guessed there were three hundred and forty-eight jelly beans in Mrs. Fargo’s jar. Really, ~ Judy Blume, #NFDB
683:What is Aldous capable of?"
"Aldous is two thousands years old. He's capable of anything."
"Aldous Nix is two thousands years old?"
"So, I've heard. He doesn't invite me to his birthday parties. ~ Cassandra Clare,#NFDB
684:For a moment, nothing. John was about to supply the “it’s not working” when, with a wet, tearing KERRRAAAAACTCH sound, Molly exploded like a meat piñata at a birthday party for very strong, invisible children. ~ David Wong, #NFDB
685:Life is scary as hell, but I’d rather believe you were spared for a reason, maybe so that on your eighteenth birthday you could make a stupid, spoiled, Hollywood actor give up his heart and fall in love. ~ Rachel Van Dyken, #NFDB
686:I don't like the whole blowing the candles out ritual... blowing their germs all over the cake. If I want to catch something on my birthday. I don't want it to be from the cake. If you know what I'm saying. ~ Craig Ferguson, #NFDB
687:But to try to achieve something massively significant in a field where you’re by and large useless after your fortieth birthday—and my father was seventy-seven—is the height of both delusion and optimism. ~ Stuart Rojstaczer, #NFDB
688:There was a birthday present waiting to be read, a boxed set of the Narnia books, which I took upstairs. I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
689:A great deal of research in social psychology shows that people are warmer and more trusting toward people who look like them, dress like them, talk like them, or even just share their first name or birthday. ~ Jonathan Haidt, #NFDB
690:I don't like to get things during the year, .. I like to wait for my birthday or Christmas. I may see something that I'll say, 'I'd really like that for my birthday.' I like to have things to look forward to. ~ Dakota Fanning, #NFDB
691:I’m totally a ninja wolfhound. This car is ridiculous, though. He has a revolting citrus air freshener in here. Do you know when his birthday is? We should get him one that smells like steak or Italian sausage. ~ Kevin Hearne, #NFDB
692:A friend doesn't go on a diet because you are fat. A friend never defends a husband who gets his wife an electric skillet for her birthday. A friend will tell you she saw your old boyfriend -- and he's a priest. ~ Erma Bombeck, #NFDB
693:Washington had learned the secrets of inducing others to follow his lead. Washington probably knew more about leadership before he celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday than John Adams discovered in his lifetime. ~ John Ferling, #NFDB
694:Happy Birthday." Adrian came to a sudden halt. The words were soft and small, spoken tentatively, but easily discerned by vampire ears. Slowly, he turned around and found Jill Mastrano standing shyly before him. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB
695:I'm really not the party type. I more like to have friends over at the house and chill. I've never been the super party type. But for the 18th birthday, you got to party. And then 21 is going to be even bigger. ~ Jacob Latimore, #NFDB
696:I get uncomfortable when people give me presents and watch me open them. I don't have birthday parties, because the idea of a group of people singing and looking at me while I'm blowing out candles gives me hives. ~ Brit Marling, #NFDB
697:Robert Duvall saw me playing at a restaurant in Louisiana and invited me to be an extra in his movie 'The Apostle.' He gave me a guitar for my sixth birthday, and I thought that was the coolest thing in the world. ~ Hunter Hayes, #NFDB
698:I closed my eyes under the fluroescent lights and tried to make another birthday wish, a onetime do-over, a rebate, a trade-in on the kitchen sink kiss that started everything, offered up for just one last miracle. ~ Sarah Ockler, #NFDB
699:Seven years into writing a novel, I started to lose my mind. My thirty-seventh birthday had just come and gone, the end of 2008 was approaching, and I was constantly aware of how little I had managed to accomplish. ~ Akhil Sharma, #NFDB
700:The nation of Qatar also kicked in $1 million for Bill Clinton's birthday party, so nice. But, as WikiLeaks showed the Clinton's ripped off the people of Haiti as they were suffering and dying after the earthquake. ~ Donald Trump, #NFDB
701:These were the moments when adulthood was formed, not a birthday but the realization that she was now the one pouring a handful of candy into children’s bags, that she was now the one expected to give, not receive. ~ Brit Bennett, #NFDB
702:Happy Birthday."
Adrian came to a sudden halt. The words were soft and small, spoken tentatively, but easily discerned by vampire ears. Slowly, he turned around and found Jill Mastrano standing shyly before him. ~ Richelle Mead,#NFDB
703:I am now in my twenty-second year and yet the only birthday which I can clearly distinguish among all the rest is my twelfth, for it was on that damp and misty day in September I met the Captain for the first time. ~ Graham Greene, #NFDB
704:I was going to put what birthday it was on the sign," he said, "but Jace said that after twenty, you're just old, so it doesn't matter anyway."
Jace stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth.
"I said that? ~ Cassandra Clare,#NFDB
705:My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. ~ Dylan Thomas,#NFDB
706:thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
707:When the school day ends and nothing extraordinary has happened, it’s a tiny heartbreak. It’s like eleven o’clock on the night of your birthday, when you realize no one’s throwing you a surprise party after all. ~ Becky Albertalli, #NFDB
708:and there was a birthday present waiting to be read, a boxed set of the Narnia books, which I took upstairs. I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway. My ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
709:Be good children, and we shall all meet in Heaven. I want to meet you all, white and black, in Heaven. Our Federal Union! It must be preserved! [Toast at a celebration of Thomas Jefferson's birthday, April 13 1830] ~ Andrew Jackson, #NFDB
710:I'll never forget my 24th birthday when my tooth got punched out. And for a second I was like, it would be really hilarious if I sold it on eBay. But I can't, that's just too creepy. I don't think I can go there. ~ Evan Rachel Wood, #NFDB
711:When I was 9, I went to a birthday party. We were supposed to see a cowboy movie, but the programming got screwed up and we saw 'The Bad Seed' instead. Horrifying. For years I was frightened of girls with pigtails. ~ Robert Englund, #NFDB
712:(And long after that, and even when we had returned to Israel, we always ate Chinese food on Joshua’s birthday. I’m told it became a tradition not only with those of us who knew Joshua, but with Jews everywhere.) ~ Christopher Moore, #NFDB
713:Happy birthday, Bright Side. I hope you’re in charge of showtime tonight. I’m expecting nothing short of fucking incredible on behalf of your big day, just so you know. No pressure, but you’d better step up and do epic. ~ Kim Holden, #NFDB
714:her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
715:I only had time for twenty-four people(tops) in my life, and I already had six siblings. Twenty-four people was an average of two birthdays a month. Ain't nobody got time for more than two birthday celebrations a month. ~ Penny Reid, #NFDB
716:When my phone rang at the bakery, this usually meant someone wanted to order a birthday cake.
When Brock’s rang at the Station, this usually meant someone had a cap busted in their ass.
My job was WAY better. ~ Kristen Ashley,#NFDB
717:I didn’t know his favourite foods, or pet peeves, or even his birthday. I didn’t know if he was allergic to anything or how many assets he owned. I’d given him my life all because he proved he could love so fiercely. ~ Pepper Winters, #NFDB
718:In June 1968, five days before my mother's forty -sixth birthday, the world fell apart again. Sirhan Sirhan shot Bobby Kennedy, who died the next day. Why were people shooting all the Kennedys? Had the country gone mad? ~ Lorna Luft, #NFDB
719:Magnus had often thought of getting a pet, but he had never considered acquiring a sullen teenage vampire. Once Raphael was gone, he thought, he was getting a cat. And he would always throw his cat a birthday party. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
720:Except, now that I don’t have a car, I can’t really make good on my birthday promise.” Sydney thought about it for several moments. “Well. I’ve got a car.” An hour later, I vowed I’d never make fun of that Mazda again. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB
721:If your parents are still alive, call them today and ask them to describe the day you were born. Write the details down here, on the following pages. Tell the story every year on your birthday until you know it by heart. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
722:I had Halloween parties every year, as it was my birthday five days before. My parents would actually put prosthetic noses on, and my dad would wear a top-hat and tails, put on a fake curly moustache, and hold a pipe. ~ Bat for Lashes, #NFDB
723:I told my father I wanted to play the banjo, and so he saved the money and got ready to give me a banjo for my next birthday, and between that time and my birthday, I lost interest in the banjo and was playing guitar. ~ Jackson Browne, #NFDB
724:It was my 16th birthday - my mom and dad gave me my Goya classical guitar that day. I sat down, wrote this song, and I just knew that that was the only thing I could ever really do - write songs and sing them to people. ~ Stevie Nicks, #NFDB
725:Pain is annoying and unnecessary, like getting an e-mail in all caps. It's like a six-year-old who alerts you every fifteen seconds that he wants Hungry Hungry Hippos for his birthday. Yes, I understand. Message received. ~ A J Jacobs, #NFDB
726:She calls every year on my birthday.
I've stopped asked her when she's coming.
Pops and I get on just fine.
I've learned not to be angry.
Sometimes the best way to love someone
is to let them go. ~ Elizabeth Acevedo,#NFDB
727:Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
728:Your daughter went to bed on the eve of her thirteenth birthday as a sweetheart, and woke up the next morning a bitch. You never stopped loving her, but goddamn, you had a lot of days when you didn’t like her. At all. ~ Suanne Laqueur, #NFDB
729:For Mum, life was fundamentally hell. You went blind, you got raped, people forgot your birthday, Nixon got elected, your husband fled with a blonde from Beckenham, and then you got old, you couldn't walk and you died. ~ Hanif Kureishi, #NFDB
730:How could I be happy to have a judge rule that my love was persistently and acutely disabled? I fought so hard to protect him and felt that I failed miserably. It was Kaitlin’s birthday today. What a sad birthday for her. ~ Ken Dickson, #NFDB
731:I believe that at least 70 percent of parenting goes to the mother. In our house, I'm the one who knows about all the school stuff, helps with the homework, organizes the play dates, and remembers the birthday parties. ~ Cindy Crawford, #NFDB
732:If Christmas is for families, what do you do when there are families scattered all over the country? I am pretty sure God wants to make sure I touch all the bases, even if I spend his actual birthday with Delta Airlines. ~ Gail Collins, #NFDB
733:I often imagine what it would be like if my father were still here to mark his 100th birthday, if Alzheimer's hadn't clawed away years, possibilities, hopes. What would he think of all the commemorations and celebrations? ~ Patti Davis, #NFDB
734:I read somewhere that a man should tell the story of his life at the age of forty, and this deadline is fast approaching as I write these lines, only a few short weeks remain before this ominous birthday arrives. ~ Juan Gabriel V squez, #NFDB
735:Sometimes, I’d buy a whole series of numbers, search the Web for the names and addresses of large families (birthday party announcements on blogs were a good source), and then register the cards to those people. ~ Daniel Domscheit Berg, #NFDB
736:Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish. ~ Sylvia Plath, #NFDB
737:If we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday at a time of presidential inaugurals, this is thanks to Ronald Reagan who created the holiday, and not to the Democratic Congress of the Carter years, which rejected it. ~ David Horowitz, #NFDB
738:My whole family's gonna be set for life and I'm not stopping rappin until that happens. I already know I got a five year plan. I'm 26 now and I'm gonna bow out on my 31st birthday. Peace, later, holla, I'm gone. ~ Jayceon Terrell Taylor, #NFDB
739:So happy birthday to Frank Sinatra at 99! As the song says, "Fly me to the moon, . . . let me swing among the stars." I’ll bet he’s doing that right now! Happy birthday, Frank. Your many fans around the globe truly miss you. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
740:As far as those kinds of things, I also played at the concert to call for the release of Nelson Mandela when he was a political prisoner in South Africa. We were celebrating his 70th birthday and calling for his release. ~ Jackson Browne, #NFDB
741:birthdays need to be celebrated. i think it is more important to celebrate a birthday than a successful exam or promotion or a victory. because to celebrate a birthday means to say to someone "thank you for being you". ~ Henri J M Nouwen, #NFDB
742:IT WAS HER FORTIETH birthday. Madame Wu sat before the tilted mirror of her toilet case and looked at her own calm face. In her mind she was comparing it with the face she had seen in this same mirror when she was sixteen. ~ Pearl S Buck, #NFDB
743:Hillary showed off a new set of White House china at the mansion's 200th birthday dinner Thursday. She said she helped design it. It's thanks to her that all the White House china looks like it's been glued back together. ~ Argus Hamilton, #NFDB
744:I am not insecure enough to count the bouquets I receive on my birthday, I don't assess my popularity by the number of magazine covers I am on, I don't get worried if my song is on the seventh position on countdown charts. ~ Shahrukh Khan, #NFDB
745:What math concept do people find most counterintuitive? The idea that there is more than one kind of infinity. Or that, in a room with 23 randomly chosen people, the chance that two share a birthday is greater than 50 percent. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
746:no birthday, concert, hangout session, or party can be enjoyed without taking the time to distance yourself from what you are doing” to make sure that those in your digital world know instantly how much fun you are having. ~ Daniel Goleman, #NFDB
747:He looked up as Tristan reached him. No doubt he had tears mixed with the rain sliding down his face. “It’s my birthday,” he whispered. “That’s when he gave me the queen. He said it’s because I was the strongest person he knew. ~ Riley Hart, #NFDB
748:I broke up with Ren a year and nine months ago. Soon it will be two springs.
My 20th birthday is in march. I'm working hard to buy myself a present.
A one-way ticket to Tokyo.
I will just carry my guitar and cigarettes. ~ Ai Yazawa,#NFDB
749:I don’t want to live my life in such a hurry that I’m always closing the fridge door with my foot and scribbling out birthday cards in my car at the last minute. I want to make bread, or at least find the time to toast it. ~ Emily P Freeman, #NFDB
750:Happy Birthday, Jennifer.
And a pencil-line drawing of a house. And under a piece of Scotch tape a ring, just a cheap ring with a blue glass stone.
I'm back, it read.
Love,
Cameron Quick. ~ Sara Zarr,#NFDB
751:It me birthday and nobody came...Bigfoot decide do something nice for self for big day and sneak in they house at night and pick out own present and blow out flickering candle of life in they brains. Make a wish, jerks.
~ Graham Roumieu,#NFDB
752:My birthday is October 10. I like my birthday: 10/10. It would've been great if I'd been born at exactly 10:10 in the morning or at night, but I wasn't. I was born just after midnight. But I still thinking my birthday is cool. ~ R J Palacio, #NFDB
753:You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room. ~ Jennifer Lopez, #NFDB
754:I got my first camera when I was 21 - my boyfriend gave it to me for my birthday - but at that point politics was my life, and I viewed the camera as a tool for expressing my political beliefs rather than as an art medium. ~ Carrie Mae Weems, #NFDB
755:I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books; I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage. ~ Puff Daddy, #NFDB
756:I’m beginning to think a dictionary would have been a far more advantageous birthday gift for you.”
“More advantageous than being eaten alive by a giant, carnivorous bunny? Yes, most things fall in that category, I think. ~ William Ritter,#NFDB
757:I think on my next birthday, I'm going to buy her a present. I think that should be the tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. I think that would be nice. ~ Stephen Chbosky, #NFDB
758:John McCain is falling down on the job. He has gotten weak. He has gotten old. I do want to wish him a happy birthday. He is going to be 80 on Monday and I want to give him the best birthday present ever, the gift of retirement. ~ Kelli Ward, #NFDB
759:Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one's time before the candles are extinguished on one's birthday cake. ~ Daniel Handler, #NFDB
760:According to the book Celebrate Today, June 18th is National Splurge Day. Besides being the birthday of Paul McCartney and Isabella Rossellini, it's also mine. Go ahead; celebrate my birthday and don't worry about the cost! ~ Ernie J Zelinski, #NFDB
761:I threw my 20th birthday party at Brown, and I didn't even have to say to anyone not to put pictures on Facebook. Not a single picture went up. That was when I knew I'd found a solid group of friends, and I felt like I belonged. ~ Emma Watson, #NFDB
762:Well, perhaps she had a little of his pride. She’d certainly found plenty when he was making her sound like some lofty lady who couldn’t live without “fanciful creatures of sugar paste” to decorate her birthday cake. ~ Sabrina Jeffries, #NFDB
763: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. ~ Ava Gardner, #NFDB
764:"Happy birthday," he sighed, and leaned down to touch his lips to mine. I reached up on my toes to make the kiss last longer when he pulled away. He smiled my favorite crooked smile, and then he disappeared into the darkness. ~ Stephenie Meyer, #NFDB
765:If you’re ever dragged from your chambers at midnight, blindfolded and gagged, without being told whether you’re off to a firing squad or a surprise birthday party, you’ll find that you turn and return to that pivotal moment. ~ Gregory Maguire, #NFDB
766:In fact, he was so angry at them that he had thrown both their birthday presents of Honeydukes chocolates away unopened, though he had regretted this after eating the wilting salad Aunt Petunia had provided for dinner that night. ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
767:I read one psychologist's theory that said, "Never strike a child in your anger." When could I strike him? When he is kissing me on my birthday? When he's recuperating from measles? Do I slap the Bible out of his hand on Sunday? ~ Erma Bombeck, #NFDB
768:I think the best thing about my job is that I have my life documented, which not many people get to have. They have a photo here and there and maybe some video footage from a birthday. My kids will be able to see me growing up. ~ Kirsten Dunst, #NFDB
769:We were married at All Saints on a sun-shocked Wednesday in October, two weeks before my seventeenth birthday. The legal marrying age was eighteen then, but my father thought I was old enough, and that seemed good enough for me. ~ Paula McLain, #NFDB
770:Food is one of life's really great pleasures. My 20th birthday party was all about booze, my 30th birthday was about drugs, and now I realise that my 40s are about food. It's something you appreciate more and more as you get older. ~ Alex James, #NFDB
771:I had sort of had a 21st birthday when I was 17, 18-years-old living in Japan. I had all of that stuff sort of happen earlier for me, which happens to a lot of people. My 21st birthday was just a little boring. Not a great story. ~ Sarah Wright, #NFDB
772:imagine never leaving North Idaho again. He’s got his coffee and he’s got his ritual, his work around the cabin, and with the new satellite dish Lydia buys him for his birthday, he’s got nine hundred channels and he’s got Netflix, ~ Jess Walter, #NFDB
773:I worked at an ice cream parlor called Chadwicks. We wore old-timey outfits and had to bang a drum, play a kazoo, and sing 'Happy Birthday' to people while giving them free birthday sundaes. Lots of ice cream scooping and $1 tips. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
774:When Sister Bear received a beautiful golden locket for her birthday, she was surprised and pleased. It was shaped like a heart, and it had her name on it. “Happy birthday, dear!” said Mama and Papa Bear, giving her a big hug. ~ Stan Berenstain, #NFDB
775:You know what I think? I think that if a young woman doesn't engage in the act of occasionally wishing on a star or a flower or a birthday cake full of candles, then we're forfeiting one of the sweetest whimsies of our youth. ~ Robin Jones Gunn, #NFDB
776:As you can experience, the request to retrieve and say aloud your phone number or your spouse’s birthday also requires a brief but significant effort, because the entire string must be held in memory as a response is organized. ~ Daniel Kahneman, #NFDB
777:good piano tuner must have knowledge not only of his instrument but of “Physics, Philosophy, and Poetics,” so that Edgar, although he never attended university, reached his twentieth birthday with more education than many who had. ~ Daniel Mason, #NFDB
778:Happy birthday," he sighed, and leaned down to touch his lips to mine.
I reached up on my toes to make the kiss last longer when he pulled away. He smiled my favorite crooked smile, and then he disappeared into the darkness. ~ Stephenie Meyer,#NFDB
779:I'm a Virgo and I'm more - I don't want to say 'negative' - but I'm the girl who thinks no one's coming to my birthday party, no one's buying my clothes, no one's reading my book, no one's watching my show - that's just how I think. ~ Rachel Zoe, #NFDB
780:The night you gave me my birthday party… you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn’t I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best. ~ Zelda Fitzgerald, #NFDB
781:. . . a ripped out page from a book called The Art of Happiness. Reva had given it to me for my birthday a few years earlier, saying I'd 'get a lot out of the Dalai Lama. He's really insightful.' I'd never read the book. ~ Ottessa Moshfegh, #NFDB
782:Even Confined children deserve a chane of life. That's why there's a retrial on their eighteenth birthday.
- The Chancellor
You know none of them will be pardoned. We can't afford the resources -
-Vice Chancellor RHodes ~ Kass Morgan,#NFDB
783:I couldn’t miss Percy’s fifteenth birthday,” Poseidon said. “Why, if this were Sparta, Percy would be a man today!” "That’s true,” Paul said. “I used to teach ancient history.” Poseidon’s eyes twinkled. “That’s me. Ancient history. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
784:I don’t suppose you could have picked some more public way to self-destruct? Attempted to assassinate the Emperor with your pocketknife during the Birthday Review, say, or raped a sheep in the Great Square during rush hour? ~ Lois McMaster Bujold, #NFDB
785:You know, we'd just had a birthday, he was... you know, he still had a future out of him, and all I can is he was just one of the most beautiful people in the world... a very gifted man, and it's a loss to the world, not just for us. ~ Robin Gibb, #NFDB
786:at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
787:I didn't really like my birthday as a kid. My mother used to say, "Sometimes we'd have a birthday party and you would just wander off." But she said it was just my way in the world. It wasn't anything that I was truly interested in. ~ Kim Basinger, #NFDB
788:MA HAD ALWAYS SAID the autumn moon showed up for Kya’s birthday. So even though she couldn’t remember the date of her birth, one evening when the moon rose swollen and golden from the lagoon, Kya said to herself, “I reckon I’m seven. ~ Delia Owens, #NFDB
789:On the other hand, Andrea had decided last month, on the occasion of her twelfth birthday and for no discernible reason (at least, none that an adult could discern), that from then on her given name would be Fitzwinkle. And then ~ Alan Dean Foster, #NFDB
790:The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best. ~ Zelda Fitzgerald, #NFDB
791:Those grotesque displays of schoolgirls—automata wheeled out in Pyongyang to celebrate the birthday of the Dear Leader or some other such dismal anniversary. And there they were, in prototype. The rictus grins of the brainwashed. ~ Masaji Ishikawa, #NFDB
792:Giving is like any other exercise: The more you do it, the better you get at it and the more you get out of it. You shouldn’t do it on occasion, only in response to an emergency or on someone’s birthday. You should do it all the time. ~ Tim Sanders, #NFDB
793:Your name is Link?" "What was that?" the man yells. He lifts a hand and gently presses a finger to my lips to shush me, making me frown. "What the fuck?" the voice goes on. "Are you wanking off in there during a kids' birthday party? ~ Brynne Asher, #NFDB
794:Except, now that I don’t have a car, I can’t really make good on my birthday promise.”
Sydney thought about it for several moments. “Well. I’ve got a car.”
An hour later, I vowed I’d never make fun of that Mazda again. ~ Richelle Mead,#NFDB
795:For weeks, in secret heresy, I whispered Dear Horus instead of Our Father when we recited the Lord's Prayer at school assemblies. It was a suitably formal address, I thought, having learned it from writing birthday thank-you notes. ~ Helen Macdonald, #NFDB
796:On my fortieth birthday, rather than merely bore my friends by having anything as mundane as a midlife crisis I decided it might be more interesting to actually terrify them by going completely mad and declaring myself to be a magician. ~ Alan Moore, #NFDB
797:All three [of my grandkids] earn money around the house, and all three spend their own money. Now I've noticed that when they have to spend their own money on birthday cards, they have decided that homemade cards are so much nicer. ~ Elizabeth Warren, #NFDB
798:Life. It’s your birthday present. Open it up and play with it. Act like you like it. (The One who gave it to you is watching, after all. Don’t wanna hurt His feelings.) And if you don’t like your life, CHANGE IT. It is all yours. ~ Jill Conner Browne, #NFDB
799:That doesn’t last. By their first birthday, Kuhl found, babies can no longer distinguish between the sounds of every language on the planet. They can distinguish only between those to which they have been exposed in the past six months. ~ John Medina, #NFDB
800:The bond those two share is special... Em treats Xander as if he's a gift she was given, so she never takes it for granted, any of it. Every scrape of the knee, birthday, haircut and swimming class is something to remember and cherish. ~ Alice Tribue, #NFDB
801:We had talked about taking a bus to Cincinnati on your eighteenth birthday. It was the only connection any of the three of us had to anywhere and we knew we needed to leave town. He probably didn't even have time to tell you that plan. ~ Mia Sheridan, #NFDB
802:That evening, the first Americans ever to enter Montana, the first ever to see the Yellowstone, the Milk, the Marias, and the Great Falls, the first Americans ever to kill a grizzly, celebrated their nation’s twenty-ninth birthday. ~ Stephen E Ambrose, #NFDB
803:And for the city's birthday, we will host events in every neighborhood of the city, inviting all of our residents to share in the celebration of Boston's great epic - the story of neighbors who support one another where it matters most. ~ Thomas Menino, #NFDB
804:For him time stood still and then every few years accelerated in a rush, like the quick re-wind of a film, but for Nicole the years slipped away by clock and calendar and birthday, with the added poignance of her perishable beauty. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB
805:I didn’t move; I just waited out the night. The school was quiet around me, and I let the silence calm my heartbreak, lull me into a sleepless trance as I stared past my reflection in the dark glass, and whispered, “Happy birthday, Daddy. ~ Ally Carter, #NFDB
806:It's my birthday today. I'm not 17 anymore. The 17 Janis Ian sang about where one learns the truth. But what she failed to mention is that you keep on learning truths after 17 and I want to keep on learning truths till the day I die. ~ Melina Marchetta, #NFDB
807:Life. It's your birthday present. Open it up and play with it. Act like you like it. (The One who gave it to you is watching, after all. Don't want to hurt his feelings.) And if you don't like your life, CHANGE IT. It is all yours. ~ Jill Conner Browne, #NFDB
808:Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
809:On January 30, 1988, my twenty-seventh birthday, I became a strict vegetarian. I developed a passion for health and nutrition. My diet consists of fruits, vegetables, grains, nuts and legumes only, and has for the past 15 years now. ~ Dexter Scott King, #NFDB
810:Want any of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick?" I didn't answer. Nick?" he asked again. What?" Want any?" No... I just remembered that today's my birthday." I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB
811:Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth. ~ Janet Evanovich, #NFDB
812:Well, normally I’m against big things. I think the world is going to be saved by millions of small things. Too many things can go wrong when they get big.” — Pete Seeger (on how he felt about attending his big 90th birthday bash last year) ~ Pete Seeger, #NFDB
813:Wyatt Royce forced himself not to frown as he lowered his camera without taking a single shot. Thoughtfully, he took a step back, his critical eye raking over the four women who stood in front of him in absolutely nothing but their birthday ~ Penny Reid, #NFDB
814:A phone beeped quietly and she woke. It was morning. Friday the 30th of April. One day before May 1st, and Greta Dapple's birthday, and the Summer of Light, when the world would tear itself apart. What a cheery, happy thought to wake up to. ~ Derek Landy, #NFDB
815:It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from our creator, our very self-consciousness, is also the one thing that divides us from our fellow creatures. It was a bitter birthday present from evolution. ~ Annie Dillard, #NFDB
816:But if you don’t decide what needs to be done about your secretary’s birthday, because it’s “not that important” right now, that open loop will take up energy and prevent you from having a totally effective, clear focus on what is important. ~ David Allen, #NFDB
817:Happy Birthday to Fay Wray, a wonderful actress. She was, of course, in the movie 'King Kong' and would have been 99-years-old today. She was famous because of her love interest with a giant ape, and, wait a minute, that's Maria Shriver. ~ David Letterman, #NFDB
818:I dated a guy for over a year who lied about his age the entire time. I found out after the fact and couldn't believe it! I even threw him a birthday party for the wrong age... I couldn't get over how hard he had tried to keep it a secret! ~ Kirsten Prout, #NFDB
819:I went to George Washington High School for six months before my 16th birthday, when I could legally quit. That was an even worse experience than the Catholic schools. I mean, they were still teaching fractions. But mostly, I played hooky. ~ George Carlin, #NFDB
820:So just tell your friends the truth. Tell them you're angry, sad, annoyed, hurt, tired, anxious; that you'd rather eat poison than go to a birthday party at a fucking nightclub again, and that you'll just take them out for dinner instead. ~ Anne T Donahue, #NFDB
821:I've got nothing against tattoos. I don't have one myself. If I did, it would be right there next to my watch. It would say "Your wife's birthday is August 2nd, your anniversary is September 18th, don't let Ron White drive your car again." ~ Jeff Foxworthy, #NFDB
822:I gave a friend a bottle of mercury for his eightieth birthday—a special bottle that could neither leak nor break—he gave me a peculiar look, but later sent me a charming letter in which he joked, “I take a little every morning for my health. ~ Oliver Sacks, #NFDB
823:Libby was a Christmas baby, which meant she never got the right amount of presents. Patty would hold one extra gift aside—and Happy Birthday to Libby!—but they all knew the truth, Libby got ripped off. Libby rarely felt less than ripped off. ~ Gillian Flynn, #NFDB
824:Sweet sixteen," Hugh said, kissing her affectionately. "Happy birthday, little bear. Your future's all ahead of you." Ursula still harbored the feeling that some of her future was also behind her but she had learned not to voice such things. ~ Kate Atkinson, #NFDB
825:When’s your birthday, Piper?” I ask. “November sixteenth.” “1922?” “Yep.” “Natalie, what day of the week was Piper born?” “Thursday,” Nat says without looking up. “That right?” I ask Piper. Piper doesn’t answer, but her eyes open wider. ~ Gennifer Choldenko, #NFDB
826:After I received the news, Malia walked in and said, "Daddy, you won the Nobel Peace Prize, and it is Bo's birthday!" And then Sasha added, "Plus, we have a three-day weekend coming up." So it's good to have kids to keep things in perspective. ~ Barack Obama, #NFDB
827:Because I am still learning to walk and talk, and it is a million times easier to be cynical and wield a sword, than it is to be open-hearted and stand there, holding a balloon and a birthday cake, with the infinite potential to look foolish. ~ Caitlin Moran, #NFDB
828:By morning she was dead. She had not died of starvation or committed suicide by any conventional means. She had simply willed herself to die, and being a strong-willed woman, she had succeeded. She had missed dying on her birthday by two days. ~ John Berendt, #NFDB
829:I think time just goes faster and faster. I'm saying this a few months away from my fortieth birthday. I don't know when and if one's identity ever does catch up with one's actual age. Personally I feel like I just got the hang of thirty-five. ~ Elif Batuman, #NFDB
830:Martin Luther King was only an activist for 13 years and every year he changed and every year he became more radical. By the end he was calling for revolution. People don't know this because they go to too many prayer breakfasts on his birthday. ~ Bill Ayers, #NFDB
831:When is your birthday?” (…)
Wide silver-gold eyes swung to him. “You don’t know?”
“No.”
Pouting, she twirled a strand of her hair. “How can you not know?”
“Do you know mine?” he asked.
“Of course I do. It’s the day you met me. ~ Gena Showalter,#NFDB
832:At 50, I thought proudly: Here we are, half century! Being 60 was fairly frightening. You want to know how I spent my 70th birthday? I put on a completely black face, a fuzzy black Afro wig, wore black clothes and hung a black wreath on my door. ~ Bette Davis, #NFDB
833:Pauline: "All under-fives are mad Adrian, you used to talk to the moon. You invited it to your birthday party and cried when it didn't turn up."
George: "When it went dark and the moon came up, you ran outside and threw a sausage roll at it! ~ Sue Townsend,#NFDB
834:Anybody can have a birthday. It requires nothing. Murderers have birthdays. It's the opposite of anything that I believe in. And I don't like at work where you stop everything to sing 'Happy Birthday' to someone. I feel like that's for children. ~ Mindy Kaling, #NFDB
835:During the first half of this early period only two major ceremonies befell the child and of these Titus was happily unaware, namely the christening, which took place twelve days after his birth, and a ceremonial breakfast on his first birthday. ~ Mervyn Peake, #NFDB
836:How he’d asked for a telescope for his fourteenth birthday and received a clock radio instead; how he’d saved his allowance and bought himself one. How, sometimes, at dinner, Nath never said a word about his day, because their parents never asked. ~ Celeste Ng, #NFDB
837:I couldn’t miss Percy’s fifteenth birthday,” Poseidon said. “Why, if this were Sparta, Percy would be a man today!”
"That’s true,” Paul said. “I used to teach ancient history.”
Poseidon’s eyes twinkled. “That’s me. Ancient history. ~ Rick Riordan,#NFDB
838:In January 1962, when I was the author of one and a half unperformed plays, I attended a student production of 'The Birthday Party' at the Victoria Rooms in Bristol. Just before it began, I realised that Harold Pinter was sitting in front of me. ~ Tom Stoppard, #NFDB
839:On the evening of Sofia Claremont's seventeenth birthday, she is sucked into a nightmare from which she cannot wake. A quiet evening walk along a beach brings her face to face with a dangerous pale creature that craves much more than her blood. ~ Bella Forrest, #NFDB
840:I filed a brief as a friend of the court in the U. of Michigan to keep affirmative action at the U. of Michigan, which I attended the law school. And I was one of the original sponsors of making the Martin Luther King birthday a federal holiday. ~ Dick Gephardt, #NFDB
841:I saw a birthday card the other day, and it said, "If you didn't know how old you were, how old would you think you were?" I started changing it in my mind right away to, "If you didn't know how sick you were, how sick would you think you were?" ~ Michael J Fox, #NFDB
842:I was hoping to feel something when I saw her. She was my incubating uterus and birthday party thrower for the last seventeen years. I half expected a rush of warmth or memories, some familiarity. I flinch away from the stranger in front of me. ~ Colleen Hoover, #NFDB
843:Beware the Ides of March,” Myron said. “What?” “You were the one who pointed it out to me. The ides are the fifteenth of March. Your birthday was the seventeenth. March seventeenth. Three-one-seven. The code Greg set on his answering machine.” She ~ Harlan Coben, #NFDB
844:I ask for tons of notebooks for my birthday, the ones with college ruled lines, and I carry them with me, pretend they're my friends, and write anything that comes to mind. Something about my stories makes me happy, allows me to drift away a bit. ~ Kenny Porpora, #NFDB
845:It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party, certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time, then two years later you'll be like, 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?' ~ David Sedaris, #NFDB
846:that as he stands in the center, a vein of sobriety running through the jubilation, he’s thinking of his father. Wondering if his dad sees him. Wondering if today, on his birthday, he’s proud. I have no way of knowing, but somehow, I’m sure he is. ~ Kennedy Ryan, #NFDB
847:Then they all began to sing. The tune was “Happy Birthday,” but the lyrics had changed. “Something happened . . . TO YOU! Something happened . . . TO YOU! Something happened, dear Jamie, something happened TO YOU!” That was when I began to scream. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
848:You take advantage. He don’t stay at birthday party like good boy. He come to you for nicky nacky. You slut. I fix you so he see. I give you vordo.” She waved her hand at me, she slapped her ass, and she wheeled around and left the coffee shop. ~ Janet Evanovich, #NFDB
849:Embroidery?" I sucked at embroidery. Aunt Hyacinth had tried to teach me, but we'd both given it up as a lost cause.Lucy, strangely, had picked it up really quickly and embroidered a tapestry of Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow for my last birthday. ~ Alyxandra Harvey, #NFDB
850:Griffin doesn’t send me a dozen roses on my birthday. He hands me a single petal every day. Sometimes it’s a look. Sometimes it’s a whisper. And sometimes it’s opening my door, helping me out, and holding my hand all the way to the top of the steps. ~ Jewel E Ann, #NFDB
851:I can’t get out of here soon enough, he thinks, and glances at his smartwatch—a birthday present from his wife—only to see that it has crashed and frozen on reboot, mocking him with an image of the apple from the tree of knowledge, one bite down. ~ Charles Stross, #NFDB
852:It was like finding Attila the Hun at a yoga class. Like finding Darth Vader playing ultimate Frisbee in the park. Like finding Megatron volunteering at a children's hospital. Like finding Nightmare Moon having a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. ~ Cory Doctorow, #NFDB
853:The doors of our fridges, glimpses of cleavage, images of our birthday cakes, the setting sun: cheap photography makes visible the ways in which we are similar, and have for a long time been similar. Now we have proof, again, and again, and again. The ~ Teju Cole, #NFDB
854:Christmas can be celebrated in the school room with pine trees, tinsel and reindeers, but there must be no mention of the man whose birthday is being celebrated. One wonders how a teacher would answer if a student asked why it was called Christmas. ~ Ronald Reagan, #NFDB
855:Frye’s influence on me lasted twenty years but came to an abrupt halt on my thirty-seventh birthday, July 11, 1967, when I awakened from a nightmare and then passed the entire day in composing a dithyramb, “The Covering Cherub; or, Poetic Influence. ~ Harold Bloom, #NFDB
856:He opened the card. It was from Raj’s shop and featured a big smiling cartoon bear inexplicably wearing sunglasses and Bermuda shorts. Dennis had chosen it from Raj’s shop because it had “Happy Birthday to the Best Dad in the World” written on it. ~ David Walliams, #NFDB
857:Hud? Back here? Oh, man, what a birthday present," Hilde said, giving her another hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I can imagine what seeing him again did to you."
"I still want to kill him," Dana whispered.
"Not on your birthday." Hilde frowned. ~ B J Daniels,#NFDB
858:It’s curious how we sometimes forget something as simple and as immediate as an appointment with the dentist or a birthday, yet never forget something as ephemeral as feeling a drop of cold rain bouncing and rolling on our faces for the first time. ~ Sof a Segovia, #NFDB
859:I've died so many times. I'm 65. On my 40th birthday, my girlfriend gave me a reel with ways I had died, whether it was by knife, or electrocution or drowning or being thrown off a building or whatever it might have been. I've died a lot of times! ~ Jonathan Banks, #NFDB
860:South during the Civil Rights Era. It was during this time that the birthday of Jefferson Davis, the president of the Confederacy, was added as a holiday in Alabama. Even today, banks, state offices, and state institutions shut down in his honor. ~ Bryan Stevenson, #NFDB
861:Well, I started conducting kind of by accident. I wanted to give myself a special birthday present for my fortieth birthday, and I was living in San Francisco at the time and I started attending some of the concerts and then simply dropping hints. ~ Bobby McFerrin, #NFDB
862:All her life she had wanted to squeeze the toothpaste really squeeze it,not just one little squirt...The paste coiled and swirled and mounded in the washbasin. Ramona decorated the mound with toothpaste roses as if it was a toothpaste birthday cake ~ Beverly Cleary, #NFDB
863:He taught me there's a place on a man's back where, if you sink a blade in, you can pierce his heart and sever his spine, all at once,' Sebastian had said. 'I guess we got the same birthday present that year, big brother,' Jace thought. 'Didn't we? ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
864:As he approached his 28th birthday in February 1840, Dickens knew himself to be famous, successful and tired. He needed a rest, and he made up his mind to keep the year free of the pressure of producing monthly installments of yet another long novel. ~ Claire Tomalin, #NFDB
865:Fully 36 percent of parents who answered a recent survey said their children had “touched or scrolled a screen” before they had celebrated their first birthday. An additional 33 percent of parents said their children had done so when they were 1 year old. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
866:Then I reached down into myself and managed to say, 'you should celebrate, your birthday should be celebrated, because the world's a better place with you in it.' May you continue to pile on the years, but with more pleasure from now on. ~ Helen Simpson, #NFDB
867:This was a troublesome supplication, because at the dawn of July, Ukraine was to celebrate the first birthday of its ultramodern constitution, which makes
us feel very nationalistic, and so many people would be on vacation in foreign places. ~ Jonathan Safran Foer,#NFDB
868:If you’ve a story, make sure it’s a whole one, with details close to hand. It’s the difference between a successful lie and getting caught. —From A Workbook for a Young Spy, written and illustrated by Aly’s father and given to her on her sixth birthday ~ Tamora Pierce, #NFDB
869:I'm not romantic at all, ha ha, I need teaching. The closest I ever came was taking a girl out on her birthday and getting her picked up and dropped off at a hotel. The room was all done up, like with flowers and stuff. But that was a struggle for me! ~ Tinchy Stryder, #NFDB
870:I played rugby for years, and I had a rugby jacket that I lost when I was 14. Somehow, my brother found it in storage 15 years later, and he gave it back to me for my 30th birthday. That was amazing and probably one of the best gifts I've ever received. ~ Ryan Reynolds, #NFDB
871:I wrote to my son. ‘Be a pessimist,’ I advised Joseph on his first birthday on 21 November. ‘It is the safest, most pragmatic way to be. Being an optimist may enrich the lives of others (with good cheer and smiling), but it leads you unaware to danger. ~ Pete Townshend, #NFDB
872:On Sofia Coppola's 16th birthday, way back in 1987, I stole a lip gloss from her Sistine Chapel of a bedroom. Years later, I left a Chanel lip gloss in the reception of the Mercer Hotel for her. You know why? I believe that you've got to fix your karma. ~ Courtney Love, #NFDB
873:All her life she had wanted to squeeze the toothpaste really squeeze it,not just one little squirt. [...] The paste coiled and swirled and mounded in the washbasin. Ramona decorated the mound with toothpaste roses as if it was a toothpaste birthday cake ~ Beverly Cleary, #NFDB
874:On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley's birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for Joshua Mayhew. For the first time in many years, it seemed beautiful to him. For the first time in many years, it was beautiful. ~ Tara Hudson, #NFDB
875:Want any of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick?"
I didn't answer.
Nick?" he asked again.
What?"
Want any?"
No... I just remembered that today's my birthday."
I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,#NFDB
876:Francis Huntrodds and his wife Mary died within five hours of one another on their 80th birthday – their joint 80th birthday. They were both born on 19 September 1600, and both died on 19 September 1680. For completeness, they got married on 19 September too. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
877:If I have the power to post 'Happy Birthday' on someone's Facebook page and make them feel really good, it feels really good to make other people feel really good. I love it. I'm a huge Facebook and Twitter person. And I love talking to my fans. It's fun. ~ Rebecca Mader, #NFDB
878:On my tenth birthday a bicycle and an atlas coincided as gifts, and a few days later I decided to cycle to India...However, I was a cunning child so I kept my ambition to myself, thus avoiding the tolerant amusement it would have provoked among my elders. ~ Dervla Murphy, #NFDB
879:Happy birthday, Nicaragua. I drank a toast in the best rum in the world, Flor de Caña Extra Seco. Mixed with Coke, it was called a Nica-libre, and after a few glasses I was ready to take on the salsa champions and knock them dead. I went outside to dance. ~ Salman Rushdie, #NFDB
880:Looking for a supernova, therefore, was a little like standing on the observation platform of the Empire State Building with a telescope and searching windows around Manhattan in the hope of finding, let us say, someone lighting a twenty-first birthday cake. ~ Bill Bryson, #NFDB
881:Sometimes life seems to chug along, moving forward at a near-glacial pace day to day, until something happens that makes you stop and take notice and realize that a ton of time has passed while you weren't looking. (An anniversary, a birthday, a holiday.) ~ Jill Santopolo, #NFDB
882:Stop it. This is serious! (Selena) Serious? Please. I’m standing out here on my twenty-ninth birthday, barefoot and in jeans my mother would burn, holding a stupid book to my chest in an effort to summon a Greek love-slave from the great beyond. (Grace) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon, #NFDB
883:Diplomacy, n : 1. The patriotic art of lying for one's country. 2. The art of letting someone have your way. 3. The art of saying 'nice doggy' until you can find a rock. A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ~ Robert Frost, #NFDB
884:I can put my legs behind my head and sing 'Happy Birthday.' Because that's something that me and my friends used to do when we were in gymnastics class as kids, and I can still do it. I was doing it since I was 8 and 9. They used to call me Gumby. Very bendy. ~ Emmy Rossum, #NFDB
885:I love my mom so much. I don’t care if that’s corny to say. I think on my next birthday, I’m going to buy her a present. I think that should be the tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. ~ Stephen Chbosky, #NFDB
886:my fantasies. “I think it’s time we changed that rule, and I’ll start. I have a request. Call it a birthday present. You do still owe me one, and as you said, you didn’t even get me a cake.” Owen paused and Jeremy felt his stomach knot. “I’d like to see it. ~ R G Alexander, #NFDB
887:When I was in high school, I was dating this girl and wanted to make her birthday really special. I showed up early to school and went around to every single one of her classes and left a rose with her teachers. Each rose had a note with a little inside joke. ~ Dave Franco, #NFDB
888:The hideous thing is this: I want to forgive him. Even after everything, I do. A baby before my 17th birthday and a future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but somehow forgot. ~ Katie Cotugno, #NFDB
889:The other day, the way people [do] who are approaching their 80th birthday, I was thinking about all the last business - funerals and where do you want to be buried - and I thought if anything were to be inscribed on my tombstone, I said let it be that. ~ Frederick Buechner, #NFDB
890:It's a strange poverty of the English language, and indeed, of many other languages, that we use this same word, "depression" to describe how a kid feels when it rains on his birthday, and to describe how somebody feels the minute before they commit suicide. ~ Andrew Solomon, #NFDB
891:No matter what, I'm never going to get an anthology from an actual publisher, though I could always score another music anthology. But if this is going to be a document of a multiplicity of my writings, it'll do. It feels like a birthday party or something. ~ Richard Meltzer, #NFDB
892:Relax" is a real tough one for me. Another tough one is "smile." "Smile" doesn't really work either. Telling me to relax or smile when I'm angry is like bringing a birthday cake into an ape sanctuary. You're just asking to get your nose and genitals bitten off. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
893:Relax' is a real tough one for me. Another tough one is 'smile.' 'Smile' doesn't really work either. Telling me to relax or smile when I'm angry is like bringing a birthday cake into an ape sanctuary. You're just asking to get your nose and genitals bitten off. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
894:Relax” is a real tough one for me. Another tough one is “smile.” “Smile” doesn’t really work either. Telling me to relax or smile when I’m angry is like bringing a birthday cake into an ape sanctuary. You’re just asking to get your nose and genitals bitten off. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
895:Stop it. This is serious! (Selena)
Serious? Please. I’m standing out here on my twenty-ninth birthday, barefoot and in jeans my mother would burn, holding a stupid book to my chest in an effort to summon a Greek love-slave from the great beyond. (Grace) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,#NFDB
896:Fuck, baby, I can’t wait. I need to get inside you.”
“It’s my birthday! Don’t I get a say?”
“After this, I need to take the edge off.” Chris scoots up the bed, thrusting inside me, hard and fast. “Goddamn, eating that pussy gets me so fucking hard. ~ Alexa Riley,#NFDB
897:No, sitting up with you when you were sick, and you falling asleep in my lap, was one of my best nights. It wasn’t comfortable, I didn’t sleep worth a shit, but I brought in your nineteenth birthday with you, and you’re actually pretty sweet when you’re drunk. ~ Jamie McGuire, #NFDB
898:What it made me think about above all is how incredibly much we learn from our birthday to last day - from where the horsies live to the origin of the stars. How rich we are in knowledge, and in all that lies around us yet to learn. Billionaires, all of us. ~ Ursula K Le Guin, #NFDB
899:When I get older losing my hair many years from now. Will you still be sending me a Valentine. Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four? ~ John Lennon, #NFDB
900:I changed schools a lot when I was in elementary school because some girls were mean. They were less mean in middle school, because I was doing all right; although this one girl gave me invitations to hand out to her birthday party that I wasn't invited to. ~ Jennifer Lawrence, #NFDB
901:So it’s your death suit.” “Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?” “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don’t wear it on dates.” His eyes lit up. “We’re on a date?” he asked. I looked down, feeling bashful. “Don’t push it. ~ John Green, #NFDB
902:And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully — I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples — though I wouldn’t say no to a large bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhisky! ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
903:Jewellery's not a big thing for me. The only thing I wear is a gold cross on a chain that I got for my 21st birthday. You have to take it off every day for filming, but that's the only time I'm not wearing it. You won't find me in rings, bracelets or earrings. ~ Jonas Armstrong, #NFDB
904:Today marks Christopher Robin Milne’s 100th birthday. He was a shy, gentle man who loved nature and believed in kindness, empathy and compassion. “All I can say for it now is that, if it hadn’t been for Christopher Robin, I shouldn’t have written it.” ~ A.A.Milne #winniethepooh, #NFDB
905:Two aisles, each a quarter of a mile long, were entirely devoted to camouflage clothing in every possible colour: desert brown, forest green, arctic grey, and hot pink, just in case your spec-ops team needed to infiltrate a child's princess-themed birthday party. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
906:Wow," I remarked to an older man who
had just turned away from a group. "That's
what I call a birthday cake. You think
someone's going to jump out of that thing?"
"Hope not," he said in a gravelly voice.
"They might catch fire from all the candles. ~ Lisa Kleypas,#NFDB
907:Cimil’s eyes lit. “The Niccolo DiConti? What an honor!” Niccolo stood a little taller then. “Yes, I seek your assistance.” Cimil rolled her eyes. “Well, no duh. You didn’t abandon your queen’s side, risking her wrath, to see me in my fabulous birthday suit. ~ Mimi Jean Pamfiloff, #NFDB
908:Diane never really spoke to Evan at work. She had seen him many times. They had shared comments at birthday and pinata parties like "Good cake, right?" or "Champagne at work! Great!" or "The sky seemed especially vast and unending this morning." The usual chitchat. ~ Joseph Fink, #NFDB
909:Hey, when’s your birthday?” “You going to buy me something?” “Easy there.” “Coming up, actually,” I say. “So’s mine.” “November eleventh.” She gawks. “That’s my birthday, too.” “You’re kidding.” “I am not. Eleven eleven.” I lift my glass. “To eleven eleven.” We toast. ~ A J Finn, #NFDB
910:I like to photograph miniature constructed scenes - I'll buy a very sad cake decoration like a plastic computer for a dreary office birthday party and construct a wildly colorful scene to put on its screen, or do a series of dollhouse chairs frozen in ice cubes. ~ Matthea Harvey, #NFDB
911:Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Harry's list again.
'Just yer wand left -- oh yeah, an I still haven't got yeh a birthday present.'
Harry felt himself go red.
'You don't have to --'
'I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal. ~ J K Rowling,#NFDB
912:Silas baked me a cake for my birthday. It was awful. I think he forgot the eggs. But it was the most beautiful chocolate failure I’ve ever seen. I was so happy that I didn’t even make a gag face when I ate a slice. But, oh god, it was so bad. Best boyfriend ever. ~ Tarryn Fisher, #NFDB
913:Millard! Who's the prime minister?"
"Winston Churchill," he said. "Have you gone daft?"
"What's the capital of Burma?"
"Lord, I've no idea. Rangoon?"
"Good! When's your birthday?"
"Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace! ~ Ransom Riggs,#NFDB
914:Those who think they can revive the stinking corpse of the usurping and fake Israeli regime by throwing a birthday party are seriously mistaken. Today the reason for the Zionist regime's existence is questioned, and this regime is on its way to annihilation. ~ Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, #NFDB
915:When Uncle Bob (or Ted or Ray) promised to send a shooting star over the house to mark a young listener's birthday, the young listener, who had hung out the window for an hour without seeing the star, questioned not Uncle Bob (or Ted or Ray), but his own eyesight. ~ Vincent Canby, #NFDB
916:For the guests of Mr. Hosokawa’s birthday party, most of the day was spent wandering from window to window, maybe playing a hand of cards or looking at a magazine, as if the world had become a giant train station in which everything was delayed until further notice. ~ Ann Patchett, #NFDB
917:I'm over the moon to be involved in the 'Doctor Who' Christmas special. I can't quite believe it as it's a part of the family tradition at the Jenkins household. I heard the news that I got the role on my 30th birthday and it was the best birthday present ever. ~ Katherine Jenkins, #NFDB
918:It’s cliché, but you know sorry doesn’t actually do anything, right? It’s like a birthday card a month after the day has passed. It’s just a, a, a… a token, a word that makes you feel like you did something but that doesn’t do anything to fill the hole inside of me. ~ Chuck Wendig, #NFDB
919:I was born full grown in the middle of a hurricane and an earthquake on 10 September 1954, 12.52 P.M. When I found out that I had missed lunch, I gave such a shout that the Earth stopped and spun backwards two days. That's why I celebrate my birthday on 8 September. ~ Jon Scieszka, #NFDB
920:Oh! Well, Many happy returns of the day, Eeyore."
"And many happy returns to you, Pooh Bear."
"But it isn't my birthday."
"No, it's mine."
"But you said 'Many happy returns'--"
"Well, why not? You don't always want to be miserable on my birthday, do you? ~ A A Milne,#NFDB
921:Every minute of every day, a child under 15 is infected with HIV - the overwhelming majority of children under 15 who are HIV-positive get infected through their mothers at birth. Without treatment, half of these children die before they reach their second birthday. ~ Gabriel Byrne, #NFDB
922:For a fact, the Christians stole Christmas. We don't mind sharing it with them, but we don't like this pretense of theirs that it is the birthday of Jesus. It is the Birthday of the Unconquered Sun-Dies Natalis Invicti Solis. Christmas is a relic of sun worship. ~ Anne Nicol Gaylor, #NFDB
923: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. ~ Laura Wiess,#NFDB
924:We didn't have a whole lot of money when I was growing up either. I would always ask for magic books or magic tricks for my birthday or for Christmas and the rest of the year I either had to mow lawns or find part time jobs to help supplement the cost of doing magic. ~ Lance Burton, #NFDB
925:Gwen stopped putting her money in the bag. "You're giving your father a picture of a door for his birthday?" And she'd thought Mitch marking up pages in her copy of Vogue and telling her, "This is what I'd get you for your birthday if I had money" had been cheap. ~ Shelly Laurenston, #NFDB
926:precisely the same way the pastoral novels of George Sand, which she was giving me for my birthday, were regular lumber-rooms of antique furniture, full of expressions that have fallen out of use and returned as imagery, such as one finds now only in country dialects. ~ Marcel Proust, #NFDB
927:Since graduation, I have measured time in 4-by-5-inch pieces of paper, four days on the left and three on the right. Every social engagement, interview, reading, flight, doctor's appointment, birthday and dry-cleaning reminder has been handwritten between metal loops. ~ Sloane Crosley, #NFDB
928:Studies show that even a brief connection with a role model can vastly increase unconscious motivation. For example, being told that you share a birthday with a mathematician can improve the amount of effort you’re willing to put into difficult math tasks by 62 percent. ~ Daniel Coyle, #NFDB
929:I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
930:She lit another cigarette and smiled. “And that, kid, is when they added the S to the end of my last name.” I laughed right through the kumquats. I miss her. She died early on the morning of my birthday in 1989, and I got my flowers and the card from her that afternoon. ~ Carol Burnett, #NFDB
931:But it is crucial to let your son know that when unmarried couples live together when their child is born, by the child's third birthday, 40 percent of those children will have no regular contact with their dad for the next two years- between the ages of three and five. ~ Warren Farrell, #NFDB
932:I celebrated [my 50th birthday] by throwing a big bowl on the pottery wheel, then going for a water ski at the lake on our property in the Catskills, and that night, skinny-dipping under the stars. Just being free and joyful. And that's how I [felt] about turning 50. ~ Marcia Gay Harden, #NFDB
933:On her eighteenth birthday, my mother had disposed of a man-eating tiger that had ravaged the villages in the hills north of Hanoi. Now, without a moment's hesitation, she raised my father's gun, took aim and put a single, irreproachable bullet through my husband's head. ~ Angela Carter, #NFDB
934:That's the great thing about New Year's, you get to be a year older. For me, that wasn't such a joke, because my birthday was always around this time. When I was a kid, my father used to tell me that everybody was celebrating my birthday. That's what the trees are all about. ~ Alan King, #NFDB
935:There is a minute in the day, a minute for everyone, though most everyone is too distracted to notice its arrival. A minute of gifts coming from the world like birthday presents. A minute given to every day that seems to create a golden bubble available to everyone. ~ Luis Alberto Urrea, #NFDB
936:Yeah, the princess and the pea. Only the pea was Daddy, getting thrown in jail for bribing a judge or forgetting my birthday because he and Mom were off in Europe.” “At least you had parents.” Baldwin looked into his wineglass, and Taylor reached over and touched his hand. ~ J T Ellison, #NFDB
937:After we got McDonald’s going and built a larger staff, they all called her “Mother Martino.” She kept track of everyone’s family fortunes, whose wife was having a baby, who was having marital difficulties, or whose birthday it was. She helped make the office a happy place. It ~ Ray Kroc, #NFDB
938:Greg had been nearly out the door, on his way next door to Shari’s birthday party, when the phone rang.
“Hi, Greg. Why aren’t you on your way to my party?” Shari had asked when he’d run to pick up the receiver.
“Because I’m on the phone with you,” Greg had replied dryly. ~ R L Stine,#NFDB
939:I would say a magical thing happened on when the big 40th birthday came. I felt like a light kind of just went off, and maybe that's because I felt like at 40 I had the right to say and be who I wanted to be, say what I wanted to say, and accept what I didn't want to accept. ~ Halle Berry, #NFDB
940:I'm going back!" I shouted, standing to put some distance between us in case I was yanking her chain too hard and she came after me. "I'll show him," I said, waving an arm. "I'll sneak in. I'll steal his freaking glasses and mail them back to him in a freaking birthday card! ~ Kim Harrison, #NFDB
941:I thought a bit of poetry might be interesting - I even write a few lines myself. I composed a short poem for my mum's 70th birthday recently. When I recited it I saw the glint of a tear in her eye...although I guess it wasn't the quality of the poetry was that making her cry! ~ Iain Dowie, #NFDB
942:It will be my birthday on Tuesday. Last year, I reached the painful conclusion that there wasn't enough time left to read every book ever written. This year, my gloomy realisation is even more painful - I will not be able to correct everyone's mistakes before I depart. ~ Daniel Finkelstein, #NFDB
943:I would stay at my grandma's house on my birthday every year and I remember she had a bookshelf of murder mystery books along with really frightening books, like one on Jack the Ripper. She also had a poster of a shark in the closet which also terrified me at the time. ~ Christopher Bollen, #NFDB
944:No, you can’t have a bouncy house at your birthday party…. What do you mean why? Have you ever thought to yourself, where would I put a goddamned bouncy house in our backyard?…Yeah, that’s right, that’s the kind of shit I think about, that you just think magically appears. ~ Justin Halpern, #NFDB
945:Rich people can be generous, even the ones with bloodcurdling political views can be generous, but most believe in generosity on their own terms, and underneath (not so deep, either), they’re always afraid someone is going to steal their presents and eat their birthday cake. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
946:Scarlet’s hand instinctively went to her lower back, where a small pistol was warm against her skin. Her grandma had given it to her on her eleventh birthday with the paranoid warning: You just never know when a stranger will want to take you somewhere you don’t mean to go. ~ Marissa Meyer, #NFDB
947:So it’s your death suit.”
“Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?”
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don’t wear it on dates.”
His eyes lit up. “We’re on a date?” he asked.
I looked down, feeling bashful. “Don’t push it. ~ John Green,#NFDB
948:Some children like to make castles out of their rice pudding, or faces with raisins for eyes. It is forbidden -- so sternly that, when they grow up, they take a horrid revenge by dying meringues pale blue or baking birthday cakes in the form of horseshoes or lyres or whatnot. ~ Julia Child, #NFDB
949:Fourth of July. My birthday is July first, and my best friend's birthday is July fifth, so it's always been a favorite holiday. It's all about having a cooler full of sodas, hot dogs, and just hanging out and shooting off firecrackers, being low-key, watching the fireworks. ~ Hilarie Burton, #NFDB
950:Pumpkin Bunny. Bridget's eyes drifted to the bookshelf where her favorite childhood toy sat propped up in the corner. It had been a gift from her dad from before she could remember, a soft, fluffy stuffed bunny popping out of a pumpkin like a stripper from a birthday cake. ~ Gretchen McNeil, #NFDB
951:The most successful marketer becomes part of the lives of their followers. They follow back. They wish happy birthday. They handle problems their customers have with products or service. They grow their businesses and brands by involving themselves in their own communities. ~ Marsha Collier, #NFDB
952:"I'm going back!" I shouted, standing to put some distance between us in case I was yanking her chain too hard and she came after me. "I'll show him," I said, waving an arm. "I'll sneak in. I'll steal his freaking glasses and mail them back to him in a freaking birthday card!" ~ Kim Harrison, #NFDB
953:When I went back into the kitchen, I wanted to sit on my mum's lap. I know that sounds stupid and babyish , but I couldn't help it. On my sixteenth birthday, I didn't want to be sixteen, or fifteen or anyteen. I wanted to be three or four, and too young to make any kind of mess ~ Nick Hornby, #NFDB
954:196. "Look on the bright side, suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping
Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma, Ecto-skeletal
Obituary birthday
Your scent is still here in my place of recovery!" ~ Kurt Cobain,#NFDB
955:Rich people can be generous, even the ones with bloodcurdling political views can be generous, but most believe in generosity on their own terms, and underneath (not so deep, either), they’re always afraid someone is going to steal their presents and eat their birthday cake. How ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
956:We invest less in our friendships and expect more of friends than any other relationship. We spend days working out where to book for a romantic dinner, weeks wondering how to celebrate a partner or parent's birthday, and seconds forgetting a friend's important anniversary. ~ Mariella Frostrup, #NFDB
957:Josiah became King of Judah at the age of eight. Joan of Arc led the French Army at nineteen. King Tut led all of Egypt at age nine. Age isn't everything you think it is. Your heart and your spirit speak more than a simple candle count on your birthday cake. ~Tony (Exposing ELE) ~ Rebecca Gober, #NFDB
958:This would be a perfect day if Ray were here with us, but he's not far away. He's doing well, and I know he'd like to enjoy yourself, Ana. To all of you, thank you for coming to share my beautiful wife's birthday, the first of many to come. Happy birthday, my love." - Christian Grey ~ E L James, #NFDB
959:Don't lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don't have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You are a writer because you write. Keep writing and quit your bitching. Your book has a birthday. You don't know what it is yet. ~ Cheryl Strayed, #NFDB
960:Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You are a writer because you write. Keep writing and quit your bitching. Your book has a birthday. You don’t know what it is yet. ~ Cheryl Strayed, #NFDB
961:For Swan's birthday, Calla made pineapple upside-down cake, which is not the kind of cad you put candles on. So there was nothing to blow and make wishes on. Nobody missed the candles, because when you're eating pineapple upside-down cake, there is nothing much left to wish for ~ Jenny Wingfield, #NFDB
962:My wife always knows exactly,” he said. There was a bit of tobacco on his wet lip. “But that’s probably because she only lets me do it twice a year, Valentine’s and my birthday, so it’s not hard to figure.” He stepped out the door and then turned to say, “I got two kids born in ~ Alice McDermott, #NFDB
963:Yeah, I know,” he agreed. “It was a surprise,” he admitted. “I mean, who the hell would have expected a ninety-seven-year-old man to just up and die?” Bill’s dad had indeed been only three years from his one-hundredth birthday when he shocked everyone by waking up dead one morning. ~ Hope Jahren, #NFDB
964:I suffered a lot when there was, like, a birthday party and I was not invited. Not because I was ugly or stupid; I was not invited because the parents would say to the kids, "Don't invite him, because he's poor and he comes from the south of Italy, and he can't give you nothing." ~ Riccardo Tisci, #NFDB
965:When I was young and it was someone's birthday, I didn't have the money to buy nice presents so I would take my mom's camera and make a movie parody for whoever's birthday it was. When I'd show it them, they'd die laughing. That reaction was a high for me, and I loved that feeling. ~ David Henrie, #NFDB
966:For his birthday, she'd bought him an iPhone, which he'd returned to the store. He'd apologized, saying that it was a thoughtful gift, but he didn't want to carry a tiny high-powered mainframe on which he could compute astronomical algorithms, or check Facebook. He wanted a phone. ~ Laura Kasischke, #NFDB
967:The thing about being barren is that you’re not allowed to get away from it. Not when you’re in your thirties. My friends were having children, friends of friends were having children, pregnancy and birth and first birthday parties were everywhere. I was asked about it all the time. ~ Paula Hawkins, #NFDB
968:Why is it that, next to the birthday of the Savior of the world, your most joyous and most venerated festival returns on this day (the 4th of July)? Is it not that, in the chain of human events, the birthday of the nation is indissolubly linked with the birthday of the Savior?. ~ John Quincy Adams, #NFDB
969:I love my mom so much. I don't care if that's corny to say. I think on my next birthday, I'm going to buy her a present. I think that should be a tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. It think that would be nice. ~ Stephen Chbosky, #NFDB
970:So I rented out a roller rink, bought out an entire wig store, and threw the biggest drunk, roller-skating, wig birthday extravaganza the world has ever seen. The older I get, the more I realize what a gift a true friend is. Especially since my mom can't make me return those." (pg 14) ~ Tyler Oakley, #NFDB
971:When I try to picture heaven, I see a place where it's always December, every radio station plays hair bands, and every time I check my pockets they're full of Hershey's Kisses. There's a Christmas parade on every street, every day is my birthday, and the sun always sets at 4:58 p.m. ~ Damien Echols, #NFDB
972:All I watch is the Food Network. I took a cheese making class a few weeks ago, and I told my family and friends to only get me kitchen stuff on my birthday. I'm into every kind of cookbook and anything by Anthony Bourdain. I'd love to own a restaurant if I could find the right chef. ~ Jesse McCartney, #NFDB
973:And now," he continued, speaking to Milo, "where were you on the night of July 27?" "What does that have to do with it?" asked Milo. "It's my birthday, that's what," said the policeman as he entered "Forgot my birthday" in his little book. "Boys always forget other people's birthdays. ~ Norton Juster, #NFDB
974:I love my mom so much. I don’t care if that’s corny to say. I think on my next birthday, I’m going to buy her a present. I think that should be the tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. I think that would be nice. ~ Stephen Chbosky, #NFDB
975:It takes a long time to learn to live without God, and some people never do. They would rather have a false God than none at all. ~ Ursula K. Le Guin, The Birthday of the World, in David G. Hartwell (ed.) Year's Best SF 6, p. 246 (Originally published in Fantasy & Science Fiction magazine, June 2000), #NFDB
976:Our birthday is celebrated every year to commemorate the very first instant we came into the world, and a funeral is held to mark the day we leave it. But lately I’ve been wondering… what can be said of all the moments in between our birth and our death? The moments when we are reborn… ~ Taylor Swift, #NFDB
977:You only get one senior year of high school, and I want you to enjoy it. You have a hot boyfriend and you got into a great school. Your birthday is coming up soon. This is the time to just be young and celebrate and enjoy each other!”
“Yes, within reason, of course,” Daddy says hastily. ~ Jenny Han,#NFDB
978:A few years ago, for my birthday, Sean Price Williams said, "I'll give you one free day of shooting." He shot Kati with an I and co-shot Fake It So Real. While we've always worked together, I didn't want him to do it for free, so he cashed in his birthday chip and came for this one day. ~ Robert Greene, #NFDB
979:This is your birthday treat, and you're supposed to enjoy it, I reminded myself. It was part of my normal existence to give myself instructions like this. Maybe other people acted and lived in total naturalness. I often wondered if they did. But me? I needed an operating manual. ~ Lauren Myracle, #NFDB
980:Except ye become as little children, except you can wake on your fiftieth birthday with the same forward-looking excitement and interest in life that you enjoyed when you were five, "ye cannot enter the kingdom of God." One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again. ~ Dorothy L Sayers, #NFDB
981:Anything invented before your fifteenth birthday is the order of nature. That's how it should be. Anything invented between your th and th birthday is new and exciting, and you might get a career there. Anything invented after that day, however, is against nature and should be prohibited. ~ Douglas Adams, #NFDB
982:Lost friend, lost child, lost parent, sister, brother, husband, wife, we will not so discard you! You shall hold your cherished places in our Christmas hearts, and by our Christmas fires; and in the season of immortal hope, and on the birthday of immortal mercy, we will shut out Nothing! ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
983:Ramos drank a shot, then he lit up and dragged the smoke deep into his lungs. 'Ahh," he said on the exhale. Sometimes I envy people who smoke. They always look so happy when they suck in that first lungful of tar. I can't think of many things that make me that happy. Maybe birthday cake. ~ Janet Evanovich, #NFDB
984:Love is like the little red toy wagon you get for your Christmas or your sixth birthday. It makes you deliriously happy and you just can't leave it alone. But sooner or later the wheels come off. Then you leave it in a corner and forget it. Falling in love is great. Being in love is a disaster ~ Mario Puzo, #NFDB
985:The first memory I have, anyway, I guess - I think it was my second birthday and the cake came out with the candles and I was very excited and I was, like, "Oh! A cake!" and then my cousin blew out the candles. I was so disappointed. It just broke my heart. And so that's stamped in my brain. ~ Heath Ledger, #NFDB
986:Dad had once said, Trust your mind, Rob. If it smells like shit but has writing across it that says Happy Birthday and a candle stuck down in it, what is it?
Is there icing on it? he'd said.
Dad had done that thing of squinting his eyes when an answer was not quite there yet. ~ George Saunders,#NFDB
987:''Just think, never to be glad or disappointed. Never to like anyone and get cross at him and forgive him. Never to sleep or feel cold, never to make a mistake and have a stomach-ache and be cured from it, never to have a birthday party, drink beer, and have a bad conscience... How terrible. ~ Tove Jansson, #NFDB
988:Well, what if we meet new friends waiting in line for one of the shows?” Paige asks. “And we end up staying in the same hotel as them. And then one of them has a birthday. We would want to decorate their hotel room door, wouldn’t we?” She grins and holds up the plastic bag. “Thus, balloons! ~ Rachel Schurig, #NFDB
989:And again, this connection that you get: I meet Joe at church. Joe's connected to a whole network of people I don't know. Joe likes me. He invites me over to his son's birthday party, and I meet his whole family. I meet his friends. I get to know his neighborhood. That happens all the time. ~ Michael Emerson, #NFDB
990:I was sad that nobody had come to my party, but happy that I had a Batman figure, and there was a birthday present waiting to be read, a boxed set of the Narnia books, which I took upstairs. I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
991:I wondered if that was why the lines in his face were deeper – because it was his birthday. Maybe these things didn’t happen progressively but in waves, in cycles, and when it was your birthday your body realized it had to keep pace with the number indicative of your age, give or take a year. ~ Adriana Lisboa, #NFDB
992:Just think, never to be glad nor disappointed. Never to like anyone and get crossed at him and forgive him. Never to sleep or feel cold, never to make a mistake and have a belly-ache and be cured from it, never to have a birthday party, drink a beer and have a bad conscience...
How terrible. ~ Tove Jansson,#NFDB
993:''Just think, never to be glad or disappointed. Never to like anyone and get cross at him and forgive him. Never to sleep or feel cold, never to make a mistake and have a stomach-ache and be cured from it, never to have a birthday party, drink beer, and have a bad conscience...
How terrible. ~ Tove Jansson,#NFDB
994:She dropped the matter, and his birthday remained May 28. Armed with the Social Security card, the birth certificate, and the letter from Principal Simpson of the Briarcrest Christian School, they drove the next day to the Department of Motor Vehicles. This time they had Collins in tow. Collins ~ Michael Lewis, #NFDB
995:The first time I met Prince he invented me to his birthday party in Minneapolis. It was a costume party and I came as a beatnik - a beret and a charcoal goatee. He was dressed like an executioner. I talked to him for awhile and he didn't know who I was, and when I told him he was real surprised. ~ Paul Reubens, #NFDB
996:Travis lifted me off the ground, twirling me around.
“Happy birthday, Pigeon,” he said with a soft expression.
I stared into his warm, brown eyes for a moment, feeling lost inside of them. The room was frozen in time as we stared at each other, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. ~ Jamie McGuire,#NFDB
997:Hoping is a vague, unsophisticated, and largely uninteresting state of mind. One associates it with children and their feelings about birthday presents and snow days. Compared to the surgical precision of sentence adverbs like presumably, ostensibly, and understandably, hopefully is a bowl of mush. ~ Ben Yagoda, #NFDB
998:I never liked lobster in my life, and mainly because I’d never tried it. On my eightieth birthday I tried it. I can’t say I’m greatly excited over lobster still, but I have no doubt as to its taste now, and I don’t fear it. I dare say death will be a lobster, too, and I can come to terms with it. ~ Ray Bradbury, #NFDB
999:Work was one of the reasons I wasn’t paying enough attention when Sally died. I hadn’t taken parenting classes. I hadn’t had enough experience. I didn’t realize a dad has to be there as much as a mom, for all the everyday things as well as the birthday parties. My ignorance cost us our child. ~ Karen Rose Smith, #NFDB
1000:I joined the army on my seventeenth birthday, full of the romance of war after having read a lot of World War I British poetry and having seen a lot of post-World War II films. I thought the romantic presentations of war influenced my joining and my presentation of war to my younger siblings. ~ Walter Dean Myers, #NFDB
1001:That winter the son’s need for his father’s love was again disappointed. On November 10, three weeks before his twelfth birthday, he wrote to him, ‘You never came to see me on Sunday when you were in Brighton.’ This was the second time his father had been in Brighton but had not gone to see him. ~ Martin Gilbert, #NFDB
1002:And yes, I like to crochet. Again, I’ll ask that you not fucking judge me, because it’s my birthday, because my charity, Hookers for the Homeless, has provided over two thousand caps, gloves, and scarves to people in need, and because my Instagram account—Hockey Hooker—has over a million followers. ~ Lili Valente, #NFDB
1003:Shame is also a covert and effective bullying method. All those bullies from the seventh grade didn’t simply evaporate. They grew up, too, and it’s pretty safe to assume that the majority did not seek therapy on their eighteenth birthday to explore their disturbing childhood need for cruelty. ~ Augusten Burroughs, #NFDB
1004:Sunshine Has Filled The Room
Sunshine has filled the room
with clear golden specks of dust.
I woke up and remembered,
dear, it was your birthday.
But far beyond my windows
snow has covered the ground,
And made me forget, so now to atone,
I sleep without dreams.
~ Anna Akhmatova,#NFDB
1005:You're so cynical,'' Tiny says, waving his hand at me.
''I'm not cynical, Tiny,'' I answer. ''I'm practical.''
''You're a robot,'' he says. Tiny thinks that I am incapable of what humans call emotion because I have not cried since my seventh birthday, when I saw the movie All Dogs Go to Heaven. ~ John Green,#NFDB
1006:Tendai remembered his last birthday. It seemed one shouldn't make wishes idly. Who knew which spirits were listening. He considered a moment and then thought, I wish for courage. Because with courage, you weren't afraid to look at the truth. You weren't afraid to ask questions or do the right thing. ~ Nancy Farmer, #NFDB
1007:these years later and from stirring it up I started having dreams again about the combat, only the dreams were all mixed in with things I started doing for certain people after the war. I was discharged on October 24, 1945, a day before my twenty-fifth birthday, but only according to the calendar. ~ Charles Brandt, #NFDB
1008:Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth. ~ Francesca Lia Block, #NFDB
1009:And now," he continued, speaking to Milo, "where were you on the night of July 27?"
"What does that have to do with it?" asked Milo.
"It's my birthday, that's what," said the policeman as he entered "Forgot my birthday" in his little book. "Boys always forget other people's birthdays. ~ Norton Juster,#NFDB
1010:I laugh, and it was amazing! I swear I could see my laughter floating around me like puffy things you blow off a dandelion, only instead of being white it was birthday-cake-frosting-blue. wow! Who knew hitting my head and passing out would be so much fun? I wonder if this was what it was like to be high. ~ P C Cast, #NFDB
1011:For my eleventh birthday, Mom and Dad gave me my camera, the vintage one you already know about, with a purple strap and an old-school flash and an aperture that you rotate by hand. All the kids at school use their phones as cameras—but I wanted something solid, something real. It was love at first ~ Victoria Schwab, #NFDB
1012:He does cry a lot. It's nothing new, nothing special! And actually I think everyone was crying in my box, so I think he wasn't the only one. I was crying, as well. But my dad is very emotional. I have that from him. It's my dad. He has a birthday tomorrow, so I'm just glad that he has a nice present. ~ Petra Kvitova, #NFDB
1013:Ten yeaars ago, on my sixth birthday, my father disappeared.
No, he didn't leave. Leaving would imply suitcases and empty drawers, and late birthday cards with ten-dollar bills stuffed inside.Leaving would imply he was unhappy with Mom and me, or he found a new love elsewhere. None of that was true. ~ Julie Kagawa,#NFDB
1014:The Count was Prince Humperdink's only confidant. His last name was Rugen, but no one needed to use it - he was the only Count in the country, the title having been bestowed by the Prince as a birthday present some years before, the happening taking place, naturally, at one of the Countess' parties. ~ William Goldman, #NFDB
1015:What happened on your twenty-first birthday?’ asked Rosie. Had Rosie read my thoughts? What happened on my twenty-first birthday was that I decided that I needed to take a new direction in my life, because any change was better than staying in the pit of depression. I actually visualised it as a pit. ~ Graeme Simsion, #NFDB
1016:Man, first I’m shot, now I’m going to be a friggin’ zombie. At this rate, I’ll never live to have my first date or a driver’s license. Ah, gah! I’ve come too far to die a predestrian virgin. Bubba, you can’t let me die…I only have seventeen more months and three days to my sixteenth birthday! (Nick) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon, #NFDB
1017:She was always making silly mistakes when it came to preparing her son’s food—mistakes that anybody could have made, really. Like sprinkling chilli powder instead of cinnamon into his birthday cake batter every year, or accidentally spreading crushed cockroaches instead of tuna onto his tuna sandwiches. ~ Tiffany Tsao, #NFDB
1018:The Emperor’s Birthday is the traditional end of the fiscal year, for each count’s district in relation to the Imperial government. In other words, it’s tax day, except—the Vor are not taxed. That would imply too subordinate a relationship to the Imperium. Instead, we give the Emperor a present. ~ Lois McMaster Bujold, #NFDB
1019:Children are grateful when Santa Claus puts in their stockings gifts of toys or sweets. Could I not be grateful to Santa Claus when he put in my stockings the gift of two miraculous legs? We thank people for birthday presents of cigars and slippers. Can I thank no one for the birthday present of birth? ~ G K Chesterton, #NFDB
1020:God heals, and the doctor takes the fees. Energy and persistence conquer all things. He that is good for making excuses is seldom good for anything else. How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, his precepts! Oh, it's easier to keep Holidays than Commandments. Well done is better than well said. ~ Benjamin Franklin, #NFDB
1021:I'm not an atheist," he says suddenly.
"Oh?"
He nods. "Because on the night of my fifth birthday, I prayed for an angel to watch over me." He slurps his milk, then looks up at me with a milk mustache. "And God brought you to the dock."
My eyes well up with tears as I watch him turn back to his mug. ~ Sarah Jio,#NFDB
1022:lives. In some cultures, it’s even considered to be the start of passage into womanhood. My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it was more like the passage into hell on earth. March 12 was the day my dreams died and my life was sent into a downward spiral of pain, grief and terror. My sixteenth birthday ~ Kirsty Moseley, #NFDB
1023:Maybe for Mom’s birthday. I have to go. Things might get ugly.” The cell phone speaker made Helen’s laugh a hissing, pitchless thing. “Listen to you, sounding all badass. I bet you’re just listening to a CD called ‘The Sounds of Crime’ while you cruise for chicks outside the Old Navy in your Camaro. ~ Maggie Stiefvater, #NFDB
1024:a happy birthday this evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness. I could easily have switched on a lamp, but I wanted to ride the day down into night, to sit alone, and smooth the unreadable page with the pale gray ghost of my hand ~ Ted Kooser, #NFDB
1025:I thought I was long done with the Firsts. First Easter since his death, First Birthday, First Trip to IHOP, First Phillies Game. But everything we ever did together, that we'd never share again--like Longwood Gardens at Christmas--still waited before me. In that moment, I dreaded the rest of my life. ~ Jeri Smith Ready, #NFDB
1026:Your daughter went to bed on the eve of her thirteenth birthday as a sweetheart, and woke up the next morning a bitch. You never stopped loving her, but goddamn, you had a lot of days when you didn’t like her. At all. Eighth grade to sophomore year, Alex often referred to Deane as “the exchange student. ~ Suanne Laqueur, #NFDB
1027:This morning a terrible family tragedy has occurred, we are devastated to report that our beloved brother, son, and friend, Sawyer Sweeten, took his own life. He was weeks away from his 20th birthday. At this sensitive time, our family requests privacy and we beg of you to reach out to the ones you love. ~ Madylin Sweeten, #NFDB
1028:I can’t even help it. There’s just this thread of anticipation that I can’t seem to quell. So when the school day ends and nothing extraordinary has happened, it’s a tiny heartbreak. It’s like eleven o’clock on the night of your birthday, when you realize no one’s throwing you a surprise party after all. ~ Becky Albertalli, #NFDB
1029:In fact, all three are so readily respectful and nice to my mother that I feel bad about how I go around feeling so superior to them. Who knows who I would be or what I would talk about if I'd been raised in the Capitol? Maybe my biggest regret would be having feathered costumes at my birthday party, too. ~ Suzanne Collins, #NFDB
1030:I think my craziest hair was when I first went red for my 30th birthday. My idea was The Little Mermaid because I always wanted to be her and then I was going to be I love Lucy and every red-haired character that you can imagine. It was really cartoon red and now I'm in the more natural believable tones. ~ Elizabeth Jagger, #NFDB
1031:Faith and patience be damned! You have just got to make up Your mind whose side You are on. You must come to my assistance, so that I may dispatch the entire German Army as a birthday present to your Prince of Peace. “Sir, I have never been an unreasonable man; I am not going to ask You to do the impossible. ~ Bill O Reilly, #NFDB
1032:Children are grateful when Santa Claus puts in their stockings gifts of toys or sweets. Could I not be grateful to Santa Claus when he put in my stockings the gift of two miraculous legs? We thank people for birthday presents of cigars and slippers. Can I thank no one for the birthday present of birth? ~ Gilbert K Chesterton, #NFDB
1033:How to celebrate the 50th birthday: Go on your knees and thank God (Jesus Christ) for the life of T.B. Joshua. Pray for the Church of God for a strong bond of love. Pray for your nation and the whole world. As you rededicate yourself to the acts of giving for the rest of your life, God bless you. Happy Birthday! ~ T B Joshua, #NFDB
1034:if you are 42 years old, you only have 36 more Christmases left with your family. If you are 57 years old, you only have 21 more summers to enjoy at the lake. If you’re 63 years old, that’s 15 more birthday cakes with your family. Fifteen! That’s nothing! It makes you view life more seriously, doesn’t it? ~ Terri Savelle Foy, #NFDB
1035:I wanted to be the next Dana Carvey. This was my ultimate goal. If I ever cut into a birthday cake and made a wish, I would wish to be on 'Saturday Night Live.' If I threw a coin into a fountain, I would wish to be on 'Saturday Night Live.' If I saw a shooting star, I would wish to be on 'Saturday Night Live.' ~ Jimmy Fallon, #NFDB
1036:I was sad that nobody had come to my birthday party, but happy that I had a Batman figure, and there was a birthday present waiting to be read, a boxed set of the Narnia books, which I took upstairs. I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories.
I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway. ~ Neil Gaiman,#NFDB
1037:Sadly, people boycotted me, and I don´t even have internet access permanently right now, and i am pretty much ruined... Incase you didnt forget about me, I live in Lore Kullmer Straße 3, Rainsboro (Regensburg), Appartment Roth/ Bülbül. Happy Birthday too btw. Greetings, the Guy from the tshirt/ the lyrics one. ~ Taylor Swift, #NFDB
1038:He thinks giving your kids everything is what makes you a good parent. Like, 'Here's an Xbox, and by the way, I won't be able to make it to your birthday again.' You can't buy your kid's love. He shakes his head, a sad, hollow laugh escaping him. But you wanna know the craziest part? I still want his approval. ~ Michelle Krys, #NFDB
1039:I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality I knew was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger. I saw the world from above and below. I saw that there were patterns and gates and paths beyond the real. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
1040:I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I’d give you . . . me.”
He puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snuggles in beside me, pulling me into his arms against his chest so that we’re spooning.
“It’s perfect. Like you. ~ E L James,#NFDB
1041:Of course she is. Because she’s eight kinds of wonderful, and that’s just her legs.” Jeb furrows his brow.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Taelor has all the diplomacy of a black widow spider. Garnet’s her birthstone. You’re wearing her birthday on your lip. Talk about spinning you up in her web. ~ A G Howard,#NFDB
1042:You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too!” Nine-year-old Frank Hardy looked at his brother, Joe, and laughed as their friend Paul McMahon blew out the candles on his huge birthday cake, which was decorated to look like a dinosaur. Everyone cheered as Paul blew out all ten candles on the first try. ~ Franklin W Dixon, #NFDB
1043:On my seventh birthday party:
No, you can't have a bouncy house at your birthday party...What do you mean, why? Have you ever thought to yourself, where would I put a god-damned bouncy house in our backyard?...Yeah, that's right, that's the kind of shit I think about , that you just think magically appears. ~ Justin Halpern,#NFDB
1044:Time travel and parenting are both difficult enough on their own. Combining them . . . ? Let’s just say that when your five-year-old daughter discovers that every day really could be her birthday party, your cupcake and piñata budget is going to need to be revised.”- Journal of Dr. Harold Quickly, 1992 The ~ Nathan Van Coops, #NFDB
1045:A preschool child does not emerge from your toddler on a given date or birthday. He becomes a child when he ceases to be a wayward, confusing, unpredictable and often balky person-in-the- making, and becomes a comparatively cooperative, eager-and-easy-to-please real human being--at least 60 per cent of the time. ~ Penelope Leach, #NFDB
1046:A tofu birthday cake dosn't wreak a marriage; but if you cut the tofu into lewd shapes, you are probably asking for trouble. Looking back, I think we stopped being kind to each other. And we became competitors....
Love cannot be sustained under these conditions, any more that yeast will proof in cold water. ~ Michael Lee West,#NFDB
1047:We were probably the last people in the country to get a VCR and we didn't have cable. There wasn't any admiration of glamour, no, 'I want to look like them or have that lifestyle', because everyone in my town had the same lifestyle. So I didn't think, 'Ooh, a movie star's birthday!' I just thought, 'What?' ~ Christina Hendricks, #NFDB
1048:For her fourteenth birthday, Mathilde's uncle took her out to dinner. In three years, they had never shared a meal. She'd opened her bedroom door to see the red dress he'd laid on her bed like a skinny girl thrown backward. Beside it was her first pair of high heels, three inches tall and black. She dressed slowly. ~ Lauren Groff, #NFDB
1049:You need a lesson on the birds and the bees?” Paul asks. “You put tab A into slot B.” He makes a crude gesture with his fingers. “Or tab A into slot C.” He grins. “Or Tab A into slot D. But some girls don’t like that, so don’t start there. You might even save that for a birthday or special occasion. Yours. Not hers. ~ Tammy Falkner, #NFDB
1050:The Queen of Crafts herself, Martha Stewart, and I have the same birthday. I prefer to think it's the glue-gun wielding, perfect-tart-producing Martha and not the copper pan-throwing, jail-going Martha. But I suppose if I am going to share a calendar square with some of Martha, I have to share it with all of Martha. ~ Sloane Crosley, #NFDB
1051:I've got some incredible fans actually - so loyal and they make me birthday cards and Christmas cards. I got this package of poems and artwork based around Jennifer Bofinger, media spokeswoman for the animal rights group People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, said despite the shabby treatment of deer just loves it! ~ Debby Ryan, #NFDB
1052:I was working in a long-term-care facility, and there was a celebration for one of the residents. It was her 100th birthday. She was quite somnolent as the party began, so I asked her, “Do you know how old you are today?” “No, how old am I?” “You’re 100 years old.” “Well, no wonder I’m so tired.” Source: healthdegrees.com ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1053:1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite colour?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What, in you opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be? ~ J K Rowling,#NFDB
1054:I thought, Sir," Jane said to the King Cobra, "that lions and birds, and tigers and little animals are natural enemies."
"You are right. But not on the Birthday," said the King Cobra. "Tonight the small are free from the great and the great protect the small. Even I can meet a Goose without any thought2 of dinner. ~ P L Travers,#NFDB
1055:Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you are not forgettable.” His voice deepened and sounded gruff with frustration. “I can’t have you believing that. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since Will’s birthday party, and trust me, I’ve tried. I have a spider plant at home that is very much alive as proof. ~ L H Cosway,#NFDB
1056:The day she was going to tell her aunts about the boy she had met.
She had come home, having forgotten it was her birthday. Time was both important and irrelevant in the woods; stars marked seasonal changes, the moon waxed and waned, the solstices were strictly observed... but normal days and weeks and months weren't. ~ Liz Braswell,#NFDB
1057:Any time women come together with a collective intention, it's a powerful thing. Whether it's sitting down making a quilt, in a kitchen preparing a meal, in a club reading the same book, or around the table playing cards, or planning a birthday party, when women come together with a collective intention, magic happens. ~ Phylicia Rashad, #NFDB
1058:I am travelling from my birthday,” he resumed, “because it has always been a dreary day to me. My first free birthday coming round some five or six weeks hence, I am travelling to put its predecessors far behind me, and to try to crush the day — or, at all events, put it out of my sight — by heaping new objects on it. ~ Charles Dickens, #NFDB
1059:Maybe my movie isn't over, I say, because sometimes moviemakers trick the audience with a false bad ending, and just when you think the movie is going to end badly, something dramatic happens, which leads to the happy ending. This seems like a good spot for something dramatic to happen, especially since it's my birthday. ~ Matthew Quick, #NFDB
1060:The few other shoppers were women like herself. Widows, perhaps, but grandmothers surely, out hunting for birthday gifts or bargains to store away for next winter. They shuffled in a daze from bin to bin, and Margaret read in every face some suffering or disappointment, their hopes and dreams marked down, 40 percent off. ~ Keith Donohue, #NFDB
1061:During the months after a child’s first birthday, I recommend doing time-outs several times a week. That helps your tot learn your I’m not kidding! signal. Your serious tone of voice, disapproving frown, and counting to three will make him remember, Uh-oh … when my mom counts like that I always get grounded.… I better stop! ~ Harvey Karp, #NFDB
1062:Have a good time"
Yesterday it was my birthday.
I hung one more year on the line.
I should be depressed.
My life's a mess.
But I'm having a good time.
I've been loving and loving and loving.
I'm exhausted from loving so well
I should go to bed.
But a voice in my head says,
"Ah, what the hell ~ Paul Simon,#NFDB
1063:My birthday is May 10. I'm so Taurus, you would not even believe. All the Tauruses I know have this connection to the earth and the environment. We are very curious people, very loyal, very aware of and respectful of our surroundings. Also we're stubborn, but that's our way. We understand what we want, which is not bad. ~ Francisco Costa, #NFDB
1064:We are starting to learn more about Osama bin Laden. For his birthday one year, somebody gave him a $4 Timex. We know that. He is married to the daughter of a guy named Mullah Muhammed Omar. I think her name is Tiffany Omar. Insiders say that the marriage is not working out. Apparently they are living in separate caves. ~ David Letterman, #NFDB
1065:You not only do you appreciate the sacrifices people have made and the hours they've kept and the soccer games they missed and the birthday parties, but I also had a lot of young people who came in here [to White House], and this probably, you know, echoes with you, in your own experience, you were young when you got here. ~ Barack Obama, #NFDB
1066:Are you sure you’re not too tired?” Taylor taunted, lacing her fingers through his hair and pulling him between her legs. “Although you do seem to have a lot of energy for a thirty-nine-year-old.”
Jason grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her mouth to his. “Thirty-eight, smart-ass. I have a December birthday. ~ Julie James,#NFDB
1067:Have you ever considered how often we judge ourselves by our intentions while we judge others by their actions? Yet intention without action is an insult to those who expect the best from you. ‘I intended to bring you flowers, but I didn't.’ ‘I meant to finish this work on time.’ ‘I was going to be there for your birthday … ~ Andy Andrews, #NFDB
1068:I’m on holiday in France at the moment and I didn’t know how I was going to send this to you — what if they’d opened it at customs? — but then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change. I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
1069:The extraordinary dedication of the young Mozart, under the guidance of his father, is perhaps most powerfully articulated by Michael Howe, a psychologist at the University of Exeter, in his book Genius Explained. He estimates that Mozart had clocked up an eye-watering 3,500 hours of practice even before his sixth birthday. ~ Matthew Syed, #NFDB
1070:The Summer after high school, when we first met, we make out in your Mustang, to Radiohead, and on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoes, Used to steal your parents liquor, then climb to the roof, Talk about our future like we had a clue, Never thought I'd wondering I'd be losing you In another life, I would be your belle ~ Katy Perry, #NFDB
1071:and she lost her footing and dropped her Kewpie doll. It fell between a crosshatch of sticks and logs too small to climb through. She began bawling. She’d gotten the doll less than two weeks ago for her sixth birthday, and it was her prized possession. I told her it was okay, I’d get it, and so I climbed off the dam and made ~ Jeremy Bates, #NFDB
1072:Oh right. What about Wendy?" I ask
"What about her?"
"It's her birthday, too. I'm the worst friend ever. I should have sent her something. Did you exchange gifts?"
"Not yet." He turns toward me. "But she gave me the perfect gift."
The way he's looking at me sends butterflies into my stomach. "What?"
"You. ~ Cynthia Hand,#NFDB
1073:I got comments about being too small, too short, there haven't been any Asian players and who am I to go out there and turn pro before my 16th birthday? And that's all good and fine. People want to have their comments and their opinions. Ultimately, you do what you believe in your heart. I think for me, things turned out OK. ~ Michael Chang, #NFDB
1074:I set a personal record on Christmas. I got my shopping done three weeks ahead of time. I had all the presents back at my apartment, I was halfway through wrapping them, and I realized, 'Damn, I used the wrong wrapping paper.' The paper I used said, 'Happy Birthday.' I didn't want to waste it, so I just wrote 'Jesus' on it. ~ Demetri Martin, #NFDB
1075:Last night, I went to a birthday party, and this girl brought a cake and a cheesecake. And the other girls that lived in the apartment, I swear to God, all night long: 'You're taking that cake with you when you go. That cake's not staying in this house.' Like it's this evil, Hope Diamond, nuclear, horrifying cursed thing. ~ Janeane Garofalo, #NFDB
1076:Aimee saw more of the world before her first birthday than most people do in a lifetime. I just wish I’d been sober for more of it. I was there physically, but not mentally. So I missed things you can never do over again: the first crawl, the first step, the first word.
If I think about it for too long, it breaks my heart. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,#NFDB
1077:The Owl & Moon would never lack for customers. If a person came in for Chocolate Bomb cookies for her daughter's birthday, while she waited to have them boxed she'd smell the paper-thin rosemary-garlic Cheese Pennies, and pick up two dozen. Then she'd ask for a taste of the gleaming slab of Chocolate Cherry Thunder fudge. ~ Jo Ann Mapson, #NFDB
1078:Funny story: I was hanging out with Adam Shankman for Samantha Ronson's birthday, and Lance Bass was there. I don't really know Lance, but he comes over to me and goes, 'Hey, I just wanted to let you know I'm a fan of 'Pretty Little Liars' and I'm rooting for your character.' It was surreal! That's how 'PLL' has changed my life. ~ Ryan Guzman, #NFDB
1079:My father always said I would do something big one day.‘I’ve got a feeling about you, John Osbourne,’ he’d tell me, after he’d had a few beers.‘You’re either going to do something very special, or you’re going to go to prison.’
And he was right, my old man.
I was in prison before my eighteenth birthday. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,#NFDB
1080: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. ~ Nicole Krauss, #NFDB
1081:Shortly before Remus Lupin’s fifth birthday, as he slept peacefully in his bed, Fenrir Greyback forced open the boy’s window and attacked him. Lyall reached the bedroom in time to save his son’s life, driving Greyback out of the house with a number of powerful curses. However, henceforth, Remus would be a fully fledged werewolf. ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
1082:The last time I had sex,” I said, “was Halloween.”
He nodded slowly. “That was my birthday.”
I choked on my waffle. This was getting worse and worse. “No!”
“Why do you think they called me ‘Poe’?” I had always guessed it was because he was morose and taciturn and creepy.
“Um ... because ‘Hotstuff’ was taken? ~ Diana Peterfreund,#NFDB
1083:There are some supremely agreeable moments in life that are best savoured alone -- the first barefoot step into a cold sea, the reading of certain books, the revelation that it has snowed in the night, waking up on one's birthday... And others the full wonder of which can only be achieved if someone else is there to observe. ~ Penelope Lively, #NFDB
1084:Everything I had been carting from one stage of my life to another, to remind me of me, was in the boxes that surrounded me. And there were so many of them now, just days before my thirty-seventh birthday. But so little left of me. At the end of a marriage, no one wins. There is only anger, sorrow, guilt, emptiness, and defeat. ~ Padma Lakshmi, #NFDB
1085:That is my reality. It's that important to nurture and foster my own creativity. There are plenty of birthday parties I haven't been able to go to, weddings I haven't been able to go to because I've been working. Those are things that have not been easy to give up, but at the same time, it is my reality. It's my responsibility. ~ Sarah Paulson, #NFDB
1086:a happy birthday
this evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride the day down into night,
to sit alone, and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand ~ Ted Kooser,#NFDB
1087:On one of my birthdays I did 1,000 chin-ups and 1,000 push-ups. For my 70th birthday I towed 70 boats with 70 people in it, my feet and hands tied-my hands were in handcuffs, my feet were tied together-and I towed these boats a mile-and-a-half in Long Beach Harbor. For my 93rd birthday I'm going to tow my wife across the bathtub. ~ Jack LaLanne, #NFDB
1088:Cathy gets up early to clean the house every Saturday, no matter what. It could be her birthday, it could be the morning of the Rapture—Cathy will get up early on Saturday to clean. She says it’s cathartic, it sets her up for a good weekend, and because she cleans the house aerobically, it means she doesn’t have to go to the gym. ~ Paula Hawkins, #NFDB
1089:But something had changed in me, even if I didn’t know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time since my birthday. From wherever she was, Cass had finally spoken to me, reaching out from dreamland to where I stood in this waking world, half-asleep and wobbly, under those bright, bright stars. ~ Sarah Dessen, #NFDB
1090:My phone rings on my bare thigh as I scroll through my recorded Ellens, and I hit pause to glance at the number. Ah… case in point. My sister has sent me a birthday message along with a picture of a guy who knows her husband’s co-worker’s aunt, and she just knows we are meant to be! She’s ready to set me up with him for this weekend. ~ Cassie Mae, #NFDB
1091:It was my 16th birthday-my mom and dad gave me my Goya classical guitar that day. I sat down, wrote this song, and I just knew that that was the only thing I could ever really do-write songs and sing them to people. [...] Everything on this record is what I really wanted to say, and I'm back to being the poet I always thought I was. ~ Stevie Nicks, #NFDB
1092:Three months before Cadel’s eleventh birthday, his French teacher left the classroom, briefly, to answer an urgent phone call. When she returned, she found the entire class in an uproar with everyone fighting and shouting - except Cadel. He satin the midst of this chaos, quietly finishing the exercise she had set for all of them. ~ Catherine Jinks, #NFDB
1093:He remembered the story of an old man who went into a church one day to reprimand God for never having helped him win the lottery—not once, not even a single little prize, and he was about to celebrate his ninety-seventh birthday. And then, from within a celestial ray of light, God’s voice boomed down to him: “Try buying a ticket first. ~ Marc Levy, #NFDB
1094:I thought it would be cool to Skype with fans on their birthday and spend, like, a half-hour with them. I did a couple of two-hour Skypes. I just hang out with them and play songs and stuff. At first they're kind of shy, but after a while they open up. I've had a lot of people tell me I'm doing something no one has ever done before. ~ Austin Mahone, #NFDB
1095:I was wondering,” he began, murmuring the words into my cheek as I rolled over. “Seeing as it’s my birthday, do you think we could get away with spending the entire day in bed?”
I smiled and forced my sleepy eyes open. “And who will run the country?”
“No one. Let it fall to pieces. So long as I have my America in my arms. ~ Kiera Cass,#NFDB
1096:Since you've been gone, Piper, I've become as bad with the sighing as Mom. Sometimes it's the part of a sob that I jsut can't hold back. Sometimes the sigh's more like blowing out birthday candles to make a wish. And sometimes I do it hoping that it'll make you appear—even for just one instant—to laugh at me and tell me to stop. ~ Kate Karyus Quinn, #NFDB
1097:The feeling that washes over you when another summer nears its end. Or when you recognize that you haven’t got your whole life left to find out where you belong. Or the slight sense of grief when a friendship doesn’t develop as you thought, and you have to continue your search for a lifelong companion. Or those birthday morning blues. ~ Nina George, #NFDB
1098:Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That’s the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it’s snowing, I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going. ~ Ogden Nash, #NFDB
1099:If you’re not asking every child in the class, you don’t hand out the invitations on the playground,” said Madeline. “Every mother knows that. It’s a law of the land.” “I could talk about this subject all day long,” said Ed. “I really could. There is nothing else I want to talk about today other than Amabella’s fifth-birthday party. ~ Liane Moriarty, #NFDB
1100:For my birthday this year, my girlfriends - who knew I'd just inherited my dad's turntable - gave me a carton of albums like "Blue Kentucky Girl," by Emmylou Harris, and "Off the Wall," by Michael Jackson. It's all stuff we grew up with. I mean, you can't have a music collection without Prince's "Purple Rain" - it just can't be done! ~ Connie Britton, #NFDB
1101:I do not say this is a decree,” she wrote, her beautiful writing brushing the page with firm yet delicate strokes. “Let it be greeting and invitation, a hope that we may meet again with quiet hearts and wise minds. Come, then, before the ceremonies for my sixtieth birthday. Let us spend an hour together before we mingle with the Court. ~ Pearl S Buck, #NFDB
1102:If Frankie and I hadn't wanted ice cream that stupid day, he'd still be alive. If I hadn't gotten his heart all worked up kissing him every night since my birthday, he'd still be alive. If I'd never been born, he'd still be alive. If I could find the butterfly that flapped its wings before we got into the car that day, I would crush it. ~ Sarah Ockler, #NFDB
1103:George Jones and I happen to share the same birthday. The first and only time I met him (which I believe was at the Opry if my memory serves me), I told him that. His response, 'You must be trouble.' Takes one to know one, I am so proud to say. George, his music and his mischievous trouble, will all be missed. He is a country legend. ~ Jennifer Nettles, #NFDB
1104:It was also incredibly serendipitous that I would later learn I shared a birthday with Whoop [Goldberg ]. I went on to be inspired by many other artists and forms of art, and was soon directed to a place that would help harness my experiences and develop my voice within the craft, LaGuardia High School of Performing Arts in New York City. ~ Aisha Hinds, #NFDB
1105:Of course you do, but today is different.”
Understanding rippled across his features, a slight widening of his eyes and nostrils. A moment of surprise, and seeing that caused pain to flicker through my chest, because he hadn’t expected me to remember.
Seth expected so very little sometimes.
“Happy birthday. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,#NFDB
1106:Shakespeare is God, of course. I have studied his plays for the vast majority of my sentient life. When I was a kid, my parents found an old copy of the LP recording of Richard Burton in John Gielgud's Broadway production of Hamlet and they gave it to me for my birthday. I listened to it till the grooves wore thin and I was off and running. ~ Ken Ludwig, #NFDB
1107:I was always proud of him. Even when he had to leave in the middle of birthday parties or missed them altogether. His job sounded so larger-than-life to me. Like something a superhero would do. People got hurt. And my father went to save the day. I missed him, I'm sure I had tantrums, but mostly I remember feeling proud. My daddy was cool. ~ Lisa Gardner, #NFDB
1108:There were far too many at my birthday party, and I wouldn't have invited any of them. I couldn't see them at first, because it takes a few days for the eyes to open, but they made their presence felt. Try having breakfast with a football team, all of them fighting to get hold of the same piece of toast, and you'll know what I went through. ~ Peter Mayle, #NFDB
1109:When someone says, “Happy birthday and many happy returns of the day,” I usually say, “If God takes up my option.” In the motion picture business there were once options, usually yearly. If taken up, your contract was extended for another year by the studio. It is appalling to realize that God has taken up my option for seventy-eight years. ~ Bette Davis, #NFDB
1110:A cupcake temple?' Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims upon the Path of Delectable Righteousness delivering daily tributes of almond paste and raspberry filling. . . . ~ Lisa Mantchev, #NFDB
1111:This thinking is well-intended but overly simplistic, reminiscent perhaps of the four-year-old who proudly presents his mother with a red truck for her birthday because that is the present he wants. So the best managers reject the Golden Rule. Instead, they say, treat each person as he would like to be treated, bearing in mind who he is. ~ Marcus Buckingham, #NFDB
1112:You guys missed my cue,” I said. “No one noticed.” “I did.” “Relax, it was great.” “Relax” is a real tough one for me. Another tough one is “smile.” “Smile” doesn’t really work either. Telling me to relax or smile when I’m angry is like bringing a birthday cake into an ape sanctuary. You’re just asking to get your nose and genitals bitten off. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
1113:His malaise couldn’t snuff his imagination and love of his work, however. He refocused his efforts on commercially viable machinery and—in 1906, on his 50th birthday—presented a 200-horsepower bladeless turbine engine to the world. He was also contracted by the Waltham Watch Company to build the world’s first and only air-friction speedometer, ~ Sean Patrick, #NFDB
1114:It can hardly be coincidence that at just that same time, in 508, the Athenians radically changed their political constitution to transfer ultimate power to the people (demos)—in other words, they inaugurated the world’s first democracy. So the first performance of the Oresteia may well mark the fiftieth birthday both of democracy and of theater. ~ Aeschylus, #NFDB
1115:I went to the little church in the country after ten years in the city. And part of my dream was to sit on people's front porches with glasses of iced tea, and all that happened. I was able to send birthday cards to everyone in the parish and able to know everyone who was there on Sunday by name. And that was what I'd been looking for. ~ Barbara Brown Taylor, #NFDB
1116:I have an awful feeling I’m supposed to know, and that this is some kind of treat. I don’t think it’s my birthday, but perhaps an anniversary. Patrick’s death? It would be just like Helen to remember and make it a “special occasion.” But I can see from the bare trees out on the street that it’s the wrong time of year. Patrick died in the spring. ~ Emma Healey, #NFDB
1117:Daphne didn’t know much about the old woman, but apparently a young man had smiled at her on her twenty-first birthday and she’d gone straight to bed with an attack of the vapors and stayed there, still gently vaporizing, until she completely vaporized at the age of eighty-six, apparently because her body was fed up with having nothing to do. ~ Terry Pratchett, #NFDB
1118:I tried to compete with my ill-fitting Calvin Klein button-up shirts that I got at Ross and my imitation mini-ish skirts I got from the DEB. If you’re not familiar with DEB, it’s like the trashy stepsister of Forever 21 that takes F21 out for her twenty-first birthday, pumps her full of Jell-O shots, and convinces her to get a bald-eagle tattoo. ~ Grace Helbig, #NFDB
1119:When will I go home?” Patricia asked. “What, do you want to go home for your birthday?” Cinque sneered. Patricia would turn twenty on February 20. This was, perhaps, the most unnerving thing that Cinque had said to her. He knew her birthday. It underlined that this was no random attack. They had been researching her life, which was chilling. — ~ Jeffrey Toobin, #NFDB
1120:He smiled at me, and it was a thing of dark malevolence. “It means,” he said, “that we can double date. Just the four of us. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” And I thought there was a distinct possibility that I would rather be waterboarded. With bleach. On my birthday. In Kentucky. “Great,” I said. “Super great. Like, the greatest idea you’ve ever had. ~ T J Klune, #NFDB
1121:Do you think that the day you reach forty you will be any different than you were at thirty-nine or forty-one for that matter? People create little ideas about ages so they can write silly self-help books, stick stupid comments in birthday cards, create names for internet chat rooms and look for excuses for crises that are happening in their life. ~ Cecelia Ahern, #NFDB
1122:He may not dig through a mountain for you, but he will do other things. Little things like remembering your birthday, bringing you gifts for no reason, making sure you get the bigger half of a sandwich. It’s the little things that turn into big things, anyway. That can change someone absolutely ordinary into someone who you can one day love back. ~ Tanaz Bhathena, #NFDB
1123:I hope that on the morning of my forty-ninth birthday, in Hemingway’s last moments, he might have been thinking, if his sorrow and depression allowed him such a luxury as coherent thought, not only of his final, decisive, twelve-gauge gesture of ultimate defiance but also of any victories he had won in his long-running war against invisible enemies. ~ Dan Simmons, #NFDB
1124:They had invited Dakota to Holly's birthday party! Hopefully they'd remember to feed their guests. He'd take some food along, just in case... She said only Dakota was invited to the birthday party, not them. She said it was probably a 'drop off party.' He didn't know what she was talking about. He would take meatballs, maybe. A case of champagne. ~ Liane Moriarty, #NFDB
1125:Jack chuckled bitterly. "Just because the social worker wrote that date on the form doesn't make it my birthday. I don't know when my real birthday is."
Aunt Haddie shook her head. "Then let EVERY day be your birthday. Today's a new day. Besides, the day doesn't belong to you or anyone else. It's the Lord's. He's just letting you enjoy it. ~ Christopher Greyson,#NFDB
1126:The first page held a picture of a hazel blossom that Catherine had drawn. It had been pulled from its file, laminated with clear plastic, and secured to the album with gold photo corners. Below the drawing was my daughter's name, Hazel Jones-Hastings, in Elizabeth's elegant script, and her birthday, March 1, which wasn't her birthday at all. ~ Vanessa Diffenbaugh, #NFDB
1127:birthday. Step out of a car in many areas of the eastern Congo during the war, and you were often confronted with children suffering from kwashikor, or clinical malnutrition. It was a bizarre sight to see such listless children surrounded by lush hills. Congo is not Niger or Somalia, where famine and malnutrition are closely linked to drought. Here, ~ Jason Stearns, #NFDB
1128:I want to remember to celebrate more. I want to remember to experience more joy. I want to allow myself to be happy more frequently. I want to remember, forever, this look on Aaron's face, as he's bullied into blowing out his birthday candles for the very first time.
This is, after all, what we're fighting for, isn't it?
A second chance at joy. ~ Tahereh Mafi,#NFDB
1129:On January 1, 1919, all the yearlings in the big stable celebrated their second birthday. It didn’t matter that all of them had some months to go before they were actually two years of age. Officially, in the eyes of the Thoroughbred Racing Association, they were two-year-olds, grown up and old enough to begin their racing careers the following spring. ~ Walter Farley, #NFDB
1130:We've decided that your birthday present will be a car", said Marion.
Danny was touched. "But the thing I can't figure out is, why would I need a new car?"
"You can't very well gate a girl to the movies, Danny," Leslie replied.
"I think you're overlooking the biggest point here," said Danny. "I don't need a CAR so I can date. I need a GIRL. ~ Orson Scott Card,#NFDB
1131:So instead of naming me Harmony or Mary, they agreed to let me decide...And then on my seventh birthday, my present was that I got to pick my name. Cool, huh? So I spent the whole day looking at my dad's globe for a really cool name. And so my first choice was Chad, like the country in Africa. But then my dad said that was a boy's name, so I picked Alaska. ~ John Green, #NFDB
1132:Yesterday I wrote the majority of a song called 'Burn the Nightclub Down' which was about kind of driving into Cleveland full of dread at the prospect of playing at this night club and actually just the night before I had called my girlfriend whose birthday it was. And it's her birthday and here I am on the road in some hellhole in Ann Arbor in Michigan. ~ Rhett Miller, #NFDB
1133:Grief took a terrible toll. It was paid at every birthday, every holiday, each Christmas. It was paid when glimpsing the familiar handwriting, or a hat, or a balled-up sock. Or hearing a creak that could have been, should have been, a footstep. Grief took its toll each morning, each evening, every noon hour as those who were left behind struggled forward. ~ Louise Penny, #NFDB
1134:Her thirteenth birthday was on the horizon, and her choice to live only by the skills that did not require manipulation had made her more aware of what those skills are.
Politeness, it turned out, was almost as effective when you wanted someone to do something for you. And kindness went further toward lasting admiration than any amount of mind control. ~ Marissa Meyer,#NFDB
1135:It was Friday, July 24, 1992, when I stepped on the train. Every year I think of it. I see it as my real birthday: the birth of me as a person, making decisions about my life on my own. I was not running away from Islam, or to democracy. I didn't have any big ideas then. I was just a young girl and wanted some way to be me; so I bolted into the unknown. ~ Ayaan Hirsi Ali, #NFDB
1136:I've had this look for about a year. I usually grow this beard out around Christmas. I like to go to malls dressed as Jesus, and I like to then walk around the mall and go, 'No! No! This wasn't what it was supposed to be about, people!' Then if there's a Santa at the mall, I walk up to him and say, 'Listen, fat man, you're just a clown at my birthday party.' ~ Marc Maron, #NFDB
1137:Adam took one hand off the handlebars and fingered the envelope in his inside pocket like a schoolboy the day before his birthday feeling the shape of a present in the hope of discovering some clue as to its contents. He felt certain that whatever it contained would not be to anyone's advantage now his father was dead, but it did not lessen his curiosity. ~ Jeffrey Archer, #NFDB
1138:Dido-my solitary bridesmaid- hadn't yet married Reggie Southover, and she didn't bring him to the wedding. For the first time, I thought she was jealous of me.
'My, my, Lady Farr,' she said, checking the hang of my wedding dress. 'Do I have to curtsey?'
'Only on my birthday. And you can always call me Amory when we're alone.'
'Fuck off! ~ William Boyd,#NFDB
1139:I mean, what is an un-birthday present?" A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course." Alice considered a little. "I like birthday presents best," she said at last. You don't know what you're talking about!" cried Humpty Dumpty. "How many days are there in a year?" Three hundred and sixty-five," said Alice. And how many birthdays have you?" One. ~ Lewis Carroll, #NFDB
1140:I’m happy to blame you, as long as that means I wasn’t the cause of any delay in Aunt Mary’s birthday celebration,” Celeste said with a smile as she headed for her great-aunt. She kissed the woman’s lined cheek as the familiar scent of Mary’s favorite White Shoulders perfume washed over her. “Happy birthday, my dear. You are still just as stunning as ever. ~ RaeAnne Thayne, #NFDB
1141:The thing about being barren is that you’re not allowed to get away from it. Not when you’re in your thirties. My friends were having children, friends of friends were having children, pregnancy and birth and first birthday parties were everywhere. I was asked about it all the time. My mother, our friends, colleagues at work. When was it going to be my turn? ~ Paula Hawkins, #NFDB
1142:This woman did not know me, but she knew this stretch of trail. She didn't know if I was kind or mean, gentle or abrasive, honest or a liar. She didn't need to know what I had accomplished in life or what I had wasted. She just knew that if I was there in her hospital on my birthday, I was probably feeling a little lost. On that basis alone, i mattered to her. ~ Russ Ramsey, #NFDB
1143:6. Sleep with a bra on every night in fear of your boobs dropping should you forget. Intermediate: Don't wear a bra in the daytime. Advanced: Forget bras and wear the Hear Comes Trouble T-shirt you got for your eighth birthday. Act offended if anyone stares at the new shape of the word Trouble. Wear the shirt until your mother asks what smells. ~ Tupelo Hassman, #NFDB
1144:A big birthday party, a family vacation, or other large-scale events like those are all wonderful, precious, and such a treat. But it's the day-to-day little things that we do - cleaning our home and our bodies, caring for ourselves in sickness and in health, nurturing a new baby - that carry the biggest impact in our lives and the lives of our children. ~ Amanda Blake Soule, #NFDB
1145:You are everything that’s ever been my favorite thing,” she wanted to tell him. “You are my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby’s laugh. You’re a snow angel, crème brulée, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you’ll never catch up, because I’ve gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed. ~ Lisa Kleypas, #NFDB
1146:You are everything that's ever been my favourite thing," she wanted to tell him. "You're my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby's laugh. You're a snow angel, crème brulée, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you'll never catch up, because I've gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed. ~ Lisa Kleypas, #NFDB
1147:My dad's been having a hard time lately. Keeps on losing his keys. Can't hang on to a set of keys to save his life. And he has tried everything too: little hook next to the door, little bowl next to his bed, keychain makes a noise when you whistle. Nothing worked. So finally, this year for his birthday, the whole family chipped in - and we put him in a home. ~ Anthony Jeselnik, #NFDB
1148:Toren can't make me feel that way. He's old. Okay, not old, but way older than me. He's practically family. He freakin' babysat me. He's been to all my birthday parties and all my school events. He's taken care of me when I was sick. He taught me how to ride a bicycle. He held me when I cried for my mom. He knows all my secrets and dreams. He's... ... everything. ~ Carian Cole, #NFDB
1149:As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more enraged and mystified by the idiot decisions made by my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity them, for I understood how innocent and natural it was for them to behave so abominably, and with such abominable results: They were doing their best to live like people invented in story books. ~ Kurt Vonnegut, #NFDB
1150:It's decided then. I'm just going to lie here and have a little pity party for myself because who spends the night of their eighteenth birthday alone in their bedroom playing Angry Birds on a phone where the settings are all in Arabic, wearing a heart-shaped locket their mom gave them? Oh yeah, that's right, someone with no life. And no prospect of ever getting one. ~ Mila Gray, #NFDB
1151:You don't have to give us your name and we don't ask for your email address. We don't know your birthday. We don't know your home address. We don't know where you work. We don't know your likes, what you search for on the internet or collect your GPS location. None of that data has ever been collected and stored by WhatsApp, and we really have no plans to change that. ~ Jan Koum, #NFDB
1152:Booking an act for my Dad's 70th birthday, I wanted a great act and went straight to John Archer- his reputation in the magic world is among the very best. I was so pleased he was able to do it, and he absolutely brought the house down. It was brilliant, hysterically funny, and perfectly pitched for the occasion. He made the evening. I'd recommend him unreservedly. ~ Derren Brown, #NFDB
1153:Get out of my computer immediately. I’m willing to move past the fact that you hacked me, but it ends now.”
“No more backdoor?”
“No more backdoor.”
He appeared crestfallen. “Ever?”
“Never,” Kate said firmly.
“Not even on my birthday or like a special occasion?”
“Are we still talking about my computer?” she asked.
“You probably are. ~ Tracey Garvis Graves,#NFDB
1154:He underwent spontaneous viral amplification two months and six days after his ninth birthday. Posthumous examination of his corpse displayed a final body weight of sixty-two pounds, six ounces. Lisa took her own life. And me? I found a new career. One where I’m still allowed to tell the truth. —From Another Point of True, the blog of Richard Cousins, April 21, 2040 ~ Mira Grant, #NFDB
1155:But the girl shook her head, clucked her tongue in distaste. 'If I marry him, my children will be ugly,' she declared.
That night, lying next to Edward in his room, Yaw listened as his best friend told him that he had explained to the girl that you could not inherit a scar.
Now, nearing his fiftieth birthday, Yaw no longer knew if he believed this was true. ~ Yaa Gyasi,#NFDB
1156:Every year, on the Emperor's birthday, he makes a resolution to begin a new life and not get into debt. And so he gets drunk. And comes home late at night, stands in the kitchen with drawn sword, and commands an entire regiment. The pots are platoons, the teacups are units, the plates are companies. Simon Demant is a colonel, a colonel in the service of Franz Joseph I. ~ Joseph Roth, #NFDB
1157:Tommy’s three years old today, that means you raised him for three years. You. And you did an amazing job because look at him,” she says, pointing to the pictures. “Look how beautiful he is. How happy he is. You did that, Josh. You gave him a life worth smiling about.” She pauses a beat. “We’re not just here to celebrate Tommy’s birthday. We’re all here to celebrate you. ~ Jay McLean, #NFDB
1158:You are everything that’s ever been my favorite thing,” she wanted to tell him. “You are my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby’s laugh. You’re a snow angel, crème brulée, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you’ll never catch up, because I’ve gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed.” Someday ~ Lisa Kleypas, #NFDB
1159:Chris explained. Beginning on the day after Regan’s birthday—and following Howard’s failure to call—she had noticed a sudden and dramatic change in her daughter’s behavior and disposition. Insomnia. Quarrelsome. Fits of temper. Kicked things. Threw things. Screamed. Wouldn’t eat. In addition, her energy seemed abnormal. She was constantly moving, touching, turning ~ William Peter Blatty, #NFDB
1160:Peter was a birthday party, all candles and cake and balloons. Now the party was over. Sudhir was the rest of the year, the real deal, the place where she'd built her nest. What she and Sudhir had constructed together, someone like Peter could only dream about. If he was even smart enough to realize and envy them what they had, that is. Which she somehow doubted he was. ~ Thrity Umrigar, #NFDB
1161:All I want for my birthday is to get fucked unconscious with no strings attached.” Not a lie.
“What a coincidence. I’ve got a big dick, a bar tab, and the local cab company’s number on speed dial.” The guy’s eyes bore into me from behind the dark lenses, and I have a momentary lapse in vaginal secretion control.
Clean up on aisle twelve, stat! ~ Kendall Grey,#NFDB
1162:Birthday Talk For A Child
(IRIS.)
DADDY dear, I'm only four
And I'd rather not be more:
Four's the nicest age to be-Two and two, or one and three.
All I love is two and two,
Mother, Fabian, Paul and you;
All you love is one and three,
Mother, Fabian, Paul and me.
Give your little girl a kiss
Because she learned and told you this.
~ Edith Nesbit,#NFDB
1163:I'll tell you a little fun fact about the film, though. Me, the little boy playing Chip, Emma Thompson, and Emma Watson, all have the same birthday. We were all in on the same day and they all sang us "Happy Birthday." That will never happen in my life again: Four of us having the same birthday on the same film, and we're all in on the same day. It was an extraordinary thing. ~ Luke Evans, #NFDB
1164:On my birthday, every year since I turned eighteen, she called me at twelve twenty in the morning to wish me happy birthday and tell me how much joy I brought her. She’d told me she was sorry she couldn’t do it when I turned thirty, and handed me a box filled with little bits of paper. She’d written Happy Birthday to my baby boy on every one. There must have been fifty of them. ~ T A Webb, #NFDB
1165:What's your name?"
"What?" I asked, squinting at the light.
"Your name." I recognized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.
"You know my name."
"I want you to tell me."
"Rose. Rose Hathaway."
"Do you know your birthday?"
"Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"
Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off. ~ Richelle Mead,#NFDB
1166:If you have a relationship with God through Jesus, you don’t need to fear death. It is the door to eternity. It will be the last hour of your time on earth, but it won’t be the last of you. Rather than being the end of your life, it will be your birthday into eternal life. The Bible says, “This world is not our home; we are looking forward to our everlasting home in heaven.”9 ~ Rick Warren, #NFDB
1167:I mean, what is an un-birthday present?"
A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course."
Alice considered a little. "I like birthday presents best," she said at last.
You don't know what you're talking about!" cried Humpty Dumpty. "How many days are there in a year?"
Three hundred and sixty-five," said Alice.
And how many birthdays have you?"
One. ~ Lewis Carroll,#NFDB
1168:Jessica reminded us all that it was Jesus who said that if we give a man a fish, we feed him for a day, but if we teach him how to fish, we feed him for a lifetime. Since we are celebrating the birthday of Jesus, we decided to use his little motto for our theme for the upcoming year. This year, I hope you will join the Jennings family as we urge others to “Grab your pole! ~ Jennifer Coburn, #NFDB
1169:As soon as he woke he’d be desperate to give Celeste his gift. He loved giving presents. The first time she knew she wanted to marry him was when she saw the anticipation on his face, watching his mother open a birthday present he’d bought for her. “Do you like it?” he’d burst out as soon she tore the paper, and his family had all laughed at him for sounding like a big kid. ~ Liane Moriarty, #NFDB
1170:(Commentary by J.-P. Quélin, food critic for Le Monde). [New York and London chefs] are cooking, he says, at a level of originality that defies judgment, defies criticism, defies the grammar of cuisine. (This I think is true. When I took my brother to L'Arpege for his birthday we got fourteen -small- courses ... that made even the best of the old cuisine look like sludge.) /289 ~ Adam Gopnik, #NFDB
1171:La Lowell wanted nothing; she lived for the day, unfettered, free, fearless; she wasn't afraid of poverty, loneliness, or infirmity. She accepted everything with good grace; for her, life was an entertaining voyage that inevitably led to old age and death. There was no point in accumulating wealth since in the end, she maintained, we all go to the grave in our birthday suit. ~ Isabel Allende, #NFDB
1172:As he sat on the side of the bed, he felt the room, the house and the night as empty. In the next room Nicole muttered something in her sleep. For him time stood still and then every few years accelerated in a rush, like the quick re-wind of a film, but for Nicole the years slipped away by clock and calendar and birthday, with the added poignance of her perishable beauty. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB
1173:Louise Wolcott slipped out of her granddaughters’ lives as easily as she had slipped into them, becoming a distant name that sent birthday cards and the occasional gift (most confiscated by her son and daughter-in-law), and was one more piece of final, irrefutable proof that adults, in the end, were not and never to be trusted. There were worse lessons for the girls to learn. ~ Seanan McGuire, #NFDB
1174:A few days earlier, in front of his guests at his own birthday celebration, this man had started smashing his own crockery and tearing his and his wife's clothes, because he was not offered enough vodka; then he went on to break every stick of furniture in his house and smash all the windows, and he did it all for the "beauty" of the gesture, as Mr. Karamazov had just now. ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, #NFDB
1175:I smiled, then shivered. “It’s dark so early these days.”
“Today’s Winter Solstice—shortest day of the year.”
“Gee, thanks a lot. Way to pick the shortest day of the bleeping year for my birthday.”
He laughed and put his arms around me. “Ah, but the longest night . . .”
“Scandalous!”
He blinked innocently at me. “What? More time for movies, right?”
“Sure . . . ~ Kiersten White,#NFDB
1176:We are now friends! Now you can see what I eat for lunch, posted in my very favorite filter, and see pictures of my running shoes as I take an above shot to let you know I work out. And read my sentimental posts about how I date the best guy in the universe (posted on his birthday or our anniversary). Every pretentious, made up moment of my life will be yours. Welcome, follower! ~ Tarryn Fisher, #NFDB
1177:Ky gives me three gifts for my birthday. A poem, a kiss and the hopeless, beautiful belief that things might work.
When I open my eyes... I say, "I didn't give you anything for your birthday, i don't even know when it is." And he says, "Don't worry about that" and I say, "What can I do?" and he answers, "Let me believe in this, all of this, and you believe it too."
And I do. ~ Ally Condie,#NFDB
1178:Now give me a kiss, say you love me and off you go."
"Sure, Aunt Lu," I said, and I gave her the kiss she wanted. Then I ran out and caught my bus. I didn't say I loved her. I guess I did. But asking someone to say they love you--and she always asked--is like buying yourself a birthday present. It's more than likely exactly what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it. ~ Avi,#NFDB
1179:For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself... Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity. ~ Albert Camus, #NFDB
1180:He called after me, “How old am I, Maya?”
I turned. “How the hell should I know? Whatever you’ve told the school, I’m sure it’s a lie anyway.”
“I’m sixteen, just like you. Or like you will be tomorrow, from what I heard. My birthday was last month.”
“Congratulations.” I started walking again. “I’ll send you a card next year, if you hang around that long, which I doubt. ~ Kelley Armstrong,#NFDB
1181:As the mother's womb holds us for ten months, making us ready, not for the womb itself, but for life, just so, through our lives, we are making ourselves ready for another birth...Therefore look forward without fear to that appointed hour- the last hour of the body, but not of the soul...That day, which you fear as being the end of all things, is the birthday of your eternity. ~ Seneca the Younger, #NFDB
1182:I hear you have a birthday today."
Sally laughed. "I don't know where you could have possibly heard that."
"It might have been from a certain blonde running around the mansion reminding everyone of the party of the century taking place in honor of, and I quote, 'the most bad ass gypsy healer known to man', which was followed up with a, 'no offense to Rachel, but fact is fact. ~ Quinn Loftis,#NFDB
1183:Sara gave her the scarf that it would be her last birthday? There were so many unanswered questions. Was Mama partial to the blue-and-black scarf because I gave it to her? Gulping in air and swallowing past the lump in her throat, Sara couldn’t hold back her tears any more than she could all the others she had shed since her mother’s death. Watching Mama slip away so fast had ~ Wanda E Brunstetter, #NFDB
1184:We’ve by far had the most success inviting people into our community life by inviting them to serve alongside us. As a matter of fact, that’s about the only thing that’s worked consistently as far as “official” church activities go. The other thing that has worked is parties—birthday parties, Super Bowl parties—where we invite churched friends and unchurched friends just to connect. ~ George Barna, #NFDB
1185:Authors also create lovable, friendly characters, then proceed to do terrible things to them, like throw them in unsightly librarian-controlled dungeons. This makes readers feel hurt and worried for the characters. The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties. ~ Brandon Sanderson, #NFDB
1186:Did I hear it's going to be someone's birthday?" a familiar male's voice said from behind me.
I didnt even bother turning around and continued walking, but that didn't stop my nemesis from disturbing me. He jumped in front of me, blocking my way.
"It's been a whole year, has it?" he asked in a syrupy tone. "Maybe this birthday I'll finally give you what you've always wanted. ~ Ellen Schreiber,#NFDB
1187:So I like slept till eleven, because we’re on Christmas break, only it’s called winter break now because Jesus is AN OPPRESSIVE ZOMBIE BASTARD AND WE DO NOT BOW DOWN TO HIS BIRTHDAY! At least not at Allen Ginsberg High School, we don’t. (Go, Fighting Beatniks!) But it’s all good, ’cause I’m going to have to get used to getting up later if I’m going to be a creature of the night. ~ Christopher Moore, #NFDB
1188:That was when I saw their hate come out. They fought on the front lawn. Balloons and my birthday cake stood witness as I watched every regretful blow from my mother. I knew my sister was at war with my mother, but I never knew what her cruelty was capable of. My mother’s military was larger than Jayme’s. My mother already had my father, and she had her five children, including me. ~ Joseph McGinnis, #NFDB
1189:When I was four, I think I just wanted to make noise. When I was about 10 years old I was given five CDs for my birthday: Pink Floyd's 'Dark side of the Moon,' the Sex Pistols, Prodigy, Jimi Hendrix, and I can't remember the fifth one, but really different kinds of music. That's when I started to grasp it and enjoy it, listening to it. Then I started being in bands at school. ~ Eliot Paulina Sumner, #NFDB
1190:All through my sixties I felt I was still within hailing distance of middle age, not safe on its shores, perhaps, but navigating its coastal waters. My seventieth birthday failed to change this because I managed scarcely to notice it, but my seventy-first did change it. Being 'over seventy' is being old: suddenly I was aground on that fact and saw that the time had come to size it up. ~ Diana Athill, #NFDB
1191:I take four or five heavy steps beyond the front door and Mom comes rushing down the hallway. "Shane! What in the hell-" Now she sees me, in all my dignified glory. I tell her I'm fine. Swear I stuck up for my sister, not an alien but an angel. By the time I get to, "I think I might need stitches," Mom is my mommy. She may have forgotten my birthday. But today she remembers me. (154) ~ Ellen Hopkins, #NFDB
1192:Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year has gone by and how little we've grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, with each flicker of the candles on the cake, we know it's not to be, that for the rest of our sad, wretched pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably; happy birthday? No such thing. ~ Jerry Seinfeld, #NFDB
1193:She asks to see my diploma, holds it in her hands and smiles, reads it out loud before handing it back to me, and I hold it tightly on my lap, this piece of paper, the proof they won't find me dead on a couch on my thirty-eighth birthday or in some basement bathtub with my eyes wide and lifeless or alone in the bed I slept in as a child with a Baggie of white powder under my mattress. ~ Kenny Porpora, #NFDB
1194:eat here every day if I could. I’m surprised you never heard about this place, seeing as you’re part Texan.’ The jab had her smiling. ‘My grandmother was a great cook, and we ate in almost all the time. As a kid I’d beg to go to a fast food joint, but she’d never allow it unless it was my birthday. Looking back I can see what a dope I was as a kid.’ ‘My mother was either working or going ~ Mary Burton, #NFDB
1195:I figure if Doc is right about the time I have left,I should wrap up my adolescence in the next few days, get into my early productive stages about the third week of school, go through my midlife crisis during Martin Luther King Jr's birthday, redouble my efforts at productivity and think about my legacy, say, Easter, and start cashing in my 401(k)s a couple weeks before Memorial Day. ~ Chris Crutcher, #NFDB
1196:A slice of cake never made anyone fat. You don't eat the whole cake. You don't eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that's safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what is served on the happiest days of your life. ~ Jeanne Ray, #NFDB
1197:You need a lesson on the birds and the bees?” Paul asks. “You put tab A into slot B.” He makes a crude gesture with his fingers. “Or tab A into slot C.” He grins. “Or Tab A into slot D. But some girls don’t like that, so don’t start there. You might even save that for a birthday or special occasion. Yours. Not hers.” I pick up a pillow and throw it at his head. He laughs and catches it. ~ Tammy Falkner, #NFDB
1198:All of the people in the room seemed to take so much for granted: that they would be invited to social events, that they would have friends and family to talk to, that they would fall in love, be loved in return, perhaps create a family of their own. How would I celebrate my own fortieth birthday? I wondered. I hoped I would have people in my life to mark the occasion when the time came. ~ Gail Honeyman, #NFDB
1199:Be sure to incorporate your pooch into your daily activities to make her feel like a true family member. You can do this by signing your dog's name - or her paw print - on birthday cards, by getting 'from our dog to your dog' holiday cards, or by including your dog when asked the number of family members in your household. These small, considerate actions will make you an ideal petowner. ~ Joyce Jillson, #NFDB
1200:I was never really that aware of commercial things. The stuff that was really influential to me were bands like the Misfits or the Birthday Party, or things like that. If someone said, "Do you love Judas Priest?" - I never really even had a Judas Priest record. That's not what I grew up with. That wasn't really my scene, you know? That's why White Zombie never really fit. I still don't fit. ~ Rob Zombie, #NFDB
1201:Dreamed of maman again. She was telling me—O cruelty!—that I didn’t really love her. But I took it calmly, because I was so sure it wasn’t true.
The idea that death would be a kind of sleep. But it would be horrible if we had to dream eternally.
(And this morning, her birthday. I always gave her a rose. Bought two at the little market of Mers Sultan and put them on my desk) ~ Roland Barthes,#NFDB
1202:For her seventh birthday, Mazy Gulliver got a Play Bride set that included a white veil, a plastic bouquet and a rhinestone ring. She immediately organized a wedding celebration under the basketball goal where she married Termy Latham, the boy next door. An argument could be made that the incident was merely the first in a long series of hasty, ill-conceived and unwise decisions about men. ~ Pamela Morsi, #NFDB
1203:For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room. ~ David Nicholls, #NFDB
1204:My breasts are small,” I said in a whisper, but immediately despised myself because it sounded as if I were making excuses, excuse me if I can’t offer you big tits, I hope you enjoy yourself anyway, idiot that I was, if he liked little tits, good; if not, the worse for him, it was all free, a stroke of luck had fallen to this shit, the best birthday present he could hope for, at his age. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
1205:Betsy hadn't had sex, actual; sex-sex, full sex, in two hundred and fifty-three days. She decided on her thirty-seventh birthday that she wouldn't sleep with anyone unless it was in the context of a committed relationship which had some sort of future, and she was only gradually coming to the realization of what happens when a woman her age makes a decision like that: she never has sex again. ~ Sarah Dunn, #NFDB
1206:He makes you feel like you're the only person worth having a conversation with, and then he goes a year without having a conversation with you. The disappointment is vast. He will never build that model car with you, he will cancel dinner plans and birthday plans and vacation plans. He will choose work and someone else over you. He will break your charmed hopeful heart time and time again. ~ Tarryn Fisher, #NFDB
1207:She looked up and their eyes locked. “Want to be my birthday present?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
Chase’s mother didn’t raise any fools. He released her hips and trailed his hand down her arm until their fingers entwined.
“Let’s get out of here.”
He tugged her from the dance floor, trying not to rush like he was running from a fire. But, damn. There was a fire in his britches. ~ Tamara Hoffa,#NFDB
1208:The date was in your paperwork.” Miss Larsen smiles, handing me a slice of currant bread. “My landlady made this.” I look at her, not sure I understand. “For me?” “I mentioned that we had a new girl, and that your birthday was coming up. She likes to bake.” The bread, dense and moist, tastes like Ireland. One bite and I am back in Gram’s cottage, in front of her warm Stanley range. ~ Christina Baker Kline, #NFDB
1209:An economic blockade may cause more deaths by a factor of a hundred, but it does so silently and behind closed doors. Its first victims are the very young, the very old and the very sick. The numbers of children dying before their first birthday increased from one in thirty when sanctions were imposed to one in eight seven years later. Many Iraqis were simply not getting enough to eat. I ~ Patrick Cockburn, #NFDB
1210:Don’t get offended at me for this,” he whispered, then his warmth disappeared and I whimpered at the loss. The hand not holding the shot glass came around my hips and squeezed me in close to let me know he heard that.
“Here’s to honor. Get on her. Stay on her. If you fall off. Get back on her. If you can’t cum in her. Cum on her! Happy Birthday Man!” Jaxon shouted in his deep voice. ~ Kimberly Lauren,#NFDB
1211:As she swam she gloried in the fact that there was nowhere to be, nothing to do, no one to worry about. No jazz pickup or karate drop-off, no homework to supervise, no birthday gifts to buy, no doctors’ appointments to book; the endless multitude of teeny-tiny details that made up her life. Each obligation on its own seemed laughably easy. It was the sheer volume that threatened to bury her. ~ Liane Moriarty, #NFDB
1212:her he doesn’t want her anymore? “I just can’t stay, Catherine. It hurts too much.” His eyes are filled with pain and regret. “Daddy, I love you! Please don’t go. I won’t cry anymore. I’ll be good,” I plead as I look into the dark brown eyes that mirror mine. My heart is begging for understanding from all this confusion and change. It’s my ninth birthday, we finished cake and presents, and ~ Corinne Michaels, #NFDB
1213:The test of all happiness is gratitude; and I felt grateful, though I hardly knew to whom. Children are grateful when Santa Claus puts in their stockings gifts of toys or sweets. Could I not be grateful to Santa Claus when he put in my stockings the gift of two miraculous legs? We thank people for birthday presents of cigars and slippers. Can I thank no one for the birthday present of birth? ~ G K Chesterton, #NFDB
1214:Your career won't take care of you. It won't call you back or introduce you to its parents. Your career will openly flirt with other people while you are around. It will forget your birthday and wreck your far. You career will blow you off if you call it too much. IT's never going to leave its wife. Your career is fucking other people and everyone knows but you. Your career will never marry you. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
1215:Must buy me flours every day. Must say I’m beatifull minnamum five times a day but must say it in diffarant ways and be convinsing. Must buy ten thoussend dollars of joowelry minnemam every month exseppt my birthday and Chrismiss and other holladays then must buy more. My cloathng alloence fifty thouzend a month. He takes care of the cubs I doant chang diapers we get three nannees for kids. ~ Georgette St Clair, #NFDB
1216:...the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing room; indestructable presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flasks, cigar cases, tobacco jars, jockeys, elaborate meerschaum pipes, button hooks and hat brushes. ~ Evelyn Waugh, #NFDB
1217:An extra year of play against players younger than you is a huge advantage. Your body becomes bigger, stronger, and faster every day, giving you an opportunity to truly stand out from your birthday-handicapped peers. This extra developmental time predisposes you for selection onto more elite teams, which in turn leads to more ice time and better coaching, which advances your abilities even further. ~ Sean Patrick, #NFDB
1218:At 7 in the morning, Rob Zombie calls. I just let the machine answer it, because I'm like, "Who's calling me at 7 in the morning?" It's Rob leaving this message, going, "That was the best birthday present I ever got in my whole life. I looked at Halloween script from cover to cover. No one else will ever get their fingers on this. It's wrapped in plastic. It's going in my vault. I love it. Thank you." ~ P J Soles, #NFDB
1219:Inspiring all Holmes's championship of free expression was his seeking spirit, his doubt that he or anyone had an avenue to the absolute. "The great act of faith," he wrote to his friend William James (who hardly needed the advice), "is when man decides that he is not God." On his ninetieth birthday he was still reminding young men that his "discovery I was not God" was his "secret of success. ~ Daniel J Boorstin, #NFDB
1220:What's your name?" what?" i asked, squinting at the light. your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. you know my name." I want you to tell me." Rose. Rose Hathaway." Do you know your birthday?" Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?" Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB
1221:That's definitely true! It was before my father died, so I can't attribute it to an obsession with death. When I was seven, I loved those old Sherlock Holmes movies with Basil Rathbone. The Scarlet Claw was one of my faves. And I loved all the Halloween's and that film about the haunted house... Burnt Offerings, with Oliver Reed. Every birthday party was a slumber party and we'd watch horror films. ~ Cate Blanchett, #NFDB
1222:We all take Mother's Day seriously and then it's like a month later, a bunch of kids get together and say, "I guess we should do this for the old man, too." Father Day's is weird. It's like celebrating Darth Vader's birthday. It's odd I think. Even the gifts we give dads. Like neckties, which are just like a silk noose. Or books. Would you ever want someone from another generation to give you a book? ~ Jim Gaffigan, #NFDB
1223:It was Don Paolo's birthday and all the people of the village were gathered in the piazza to celebrate him. The band played, the wine flowed, the children danced, and, as he stood for a moment alone under the pergola, a little girl approached the the beloved priest. "But Don Paolo, are you not happy?" she asked him. "Of course I am happy," he assured the little girl. "Why, then, aren't you crying? ~ Marlena de Blasi, #NFDB
1224:Indifferent to this, and grieving only as much as he needs to and for as little time as possible — over the death of a son, for example, whom he will forget as the years pass, except on his birthday; over the loss of money, which he mourns until he gets some more or becomes used to the loss — humanity continues digesting and loving. Life recovers and carries on. The dead are buried. Losses forgotten. ~ Fernando Pessoa, #NFDB
1225:I need dating advice. Fast...Julian, how did you meet your wife?"
Julian shrugged. "My brother the sex god cursed me into a book for two thousand years. Grace got drunk on her birthday and summoned me out of it."
Vane rolled his eyes. "That's useless. Kyrian? What about you?"
"I woke up handcuffed to Amanda."
Vane could work with that. "So I need to get a set of handcuffs? ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,#NFDB
1226:But the first bedtime story he ever did read me was Kim.' River could tell she recognised the title, so didn't elaborate. 'After that, well, Conrad, Greene. Somerset Maugham.'
'Ashenden.'
'You get the picture. For my twelfth birthday, he bought me le Carré's collected works. I can still remember what he said about them.'
They're made up. But that doesn't mean they're not true. ~ Mick Herron,#NFDB
1227:The test of all happiness is gratitude; and I felt grateful,
though I hardly knew to whom. Children are grateful when Santa Claus puts in their
stockings gifts of toys or sweets. Could I not be grateful to Santa Claus when he put in my
stockings the gift of two miraculous legs? We thank people for birthday presents of cigars
and slippers. Can I thank no one for the birthday present of birth? ~ G K Chesterton,#NFDB
1228:I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that, too, but I wouldn't understand why. I would site there with the tight elastic thread of the birthday hat parting the pudge of my underchin, with the grainy frosting of the cake bluing my teeth, and I would try to figure out why it was fun. ~ Gillian Flynn, #NFDB
1229:Then a month after Bernard’s sixteenth birthday, Sir Aubrey came down to breakfast, and so did Dudley and so did Joan. They helped themselves to kedgeree and scrambled eggs and kidneys and bacon. Then Sir Aubrey rang for the footman to bring fresh coffee and said, “Where’s Bernard? The wretched boy is late again.”
But Bernard wasn’t late--he was gone, and nobody from Westwood ever set eyes on him again. ~ Eva Ibbotson,#NFDB
1230:Certainly we do not believe in the present ecclesiastical arrangement called Christmas: first, because we do not believe in the mass at all, but abhor it, whether it be said or sung in Latin or in English; and, secondly, because we find no Scriptural warrant whatever for observing any day as the birthday of the Savior; and, consequently, its observance is a superstition, because not of divine authority. ~ Charles Spurgeon, #NFDB
1231:return of the masked boss who had visited them on the first day. Cheerful and optimistic, he brought the news that they might be released before December 9, the date of the election for the Constituent Assembly. This had special significance for Maruja because December 9 was her birthday, and the thought of spending it with her family filled her with anticipatory joy. But it was an ephemeral hope: ~ Gabriel Garc a M rquez, #NFDB
1232:You still don't get it," Dawn ran a hand through her soft, blond curles. "Yes, Jagger would do anything to protect you. But he'll also stand with you. That night Axle crashed my birthday party and you pulled your gun on him, Jagger was beside you. He could have taken over, but he didn't. And that was a hell of a message. You had his support and he would kill anyone who hurt you, but it was your damn show. ~ Sarah Castille, #NFDB
1233:Grinning again, Hayes walks back to his office. “I’ll visit your douche-in-law after I get a few other things done.” “Thank you.” “Remember these heartwarming moments when I forget your birthday or name down the road. Oh, and I’m not giving you shit for Secretaries Day.” “I’ll steal some of your emergency cash from the sugar container and buy myself something for Secretaries Day.” I hear Hayes laugh quietly. ~ Bijou Hunter, #NFDB
1234:My mother died of colon cancer one week after my eleventh birthday, and that fact has shaped my life. All that I have become and much that I have not become, I trace directly or indirectly to her death. ... In my professional and personal life, I have lived with the awareness of death's imminence for more than half a century, and labored in its constant presence for all but the first decade of that time. ~ Sherwin B Nuland, #NFDB
1235:On the evening of her eighteenth birthday, Maddy opened her journal and made a list of the jewels and precious stones she'd held. Gold, diamond, emerald; ruby, turquoise, pearl; amber, jade, marble… There were some she had forgotten. Beneath these she listed what she thought were the most perfect tastes and smells. Coffee, cinnamon, peaches; vanilla, honey, basil; baking bread, fresh bread, toasting bread. ~ Sonya Hartnett, #NFDB
1236:But it was this very politeness that finally first began to grate upon my nerves, and hen to cause despair to rise up within my throat and threaten to choke me. For, no matter how smooth and correct the words issuing from the courtiers' mouths were, they couldn't quite hide the scorn or laughter in their eyes. And so, on the night of my sixteenth birthday, I saw myself as they saw me for the very first time. ~ Cameron Dokey, #NFDB
1237:The birthday celebrations in Sergiyev Posad emphasized St. Sergius’s role in shaping a unified Russia, a narrative that dovetails with the nationalism and conservative morals that Mr. Putin espouses. Some historians and church figures are crying foul, however, over what they say are the Kremlin’s efforts to reshape the saint’s legacy to enhance political goals, fostering what one critic called “an official cult. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1238:Allan Karlsson hesitated as he stood there in the flower bed that ran along one side of the Old Folks’ Home. He was wearing a brown jacket with brown trousers and on his feet he had a pair of brown indoor slippers. He was not a fashion plate; people rarely are at that age. He was on the run from his own birthday party, another unusual thing for a 100-year-old, not least because even being 100 is pretty rare. ~ Jonas Jonasson, #NFDB
1239:He started touching me. 'How old are you?' He ran his hands over my nose, my mouth, my eyes. I was paralysed. 'Nine. What about you?' 'Nine.' 'When's your birthday?' 'The twelfth of September. And yours?' 'The Twentieth of November.' 'What's your name?' 'Michele. Michele Amitrano. What year are you in at school?' 'The fourth. What about you?' 'The fourth.' 'Same.' 'Same' 'I'm thirsty.' I gave him the bottle ~ Niccol Ammaniti, #NFDB
1240:And I thought, eight years ago, when I began carefully charting the progress of American Gods, nervously dipping my toes into the waters of blogging, would I have imagined a future in which, instead of recording the vicissitudes of bringing a book into the world, I would be writing about not-even-interestingly missing cups of cold camomile tea? And I thought, yup. Sounds about right. Happy Eighth birthday, blog. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
1241:Let's make my birthday, July the 7th at noon, Peace and Love Day. Everybody go, 'Peace and love.' In the office, on the bus, wherever. It's still peace and love for me, I'm a product of the 60s and it was a very influential period in my life, and you know, my head was turned around a bit, my eyes were opened as it were. In fact, I even have it on my arm, 'Peace and love'. I see nothing wrong with peace and love. ~ Ringo Starr, #NFDB
1242:we are dealing with a return to what might be a far more normal relationship between the West and Russia. Russia is what it is that we see. It's not dressed up in its birthday costume. It is what it is. It regards its national interests as important enough to fight for. And the difference on the whole Ukraine situation is that the Russians are prepared to fight for their position on Ukraine, and the West is not. ~ Marvin Kalb, #NFDB
1243:Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again. ~ Mira Grant, #NFDB
1244:No. I wasn’t there. I was back in Gladstone, Pennsylvania, and I was twelve years old. Two state troopers were in the driveway, with a white car parked . . . and swiftly they were striding to interrupt a birthday party to tell us all that Daddy was dead. Killed in an accident on Greenfield Highway.
“Chris! Chris!” I screamed, terrified he might have gone.
“I’m here. I’m coming. I knew you’d need me. ~ V C Andrews,#NFDB
1245:Poseidon put his weathered hand on my shoulder. “Percy, lesser beings do many horrible things in the name of the gods. That does not mean we gods approve. The way our sons and daughters act in our names . . . well, it usually says more about them than it does about us. And you, Percy, are my favorite son.” He smiled, and at that moment, just being in the kitchen with him was the best birthday present I ever got. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
1246:When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the table. But she missed. It wasn't my life she was after. It was more. She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother. ~ Denis Johnson, #NFDB
1247:Here’s the thing. Your career won’t take care of you. It won’t call you back or introduce you to its parents. Your career will openly flirt with other people while you are around. It will forget your birthday and wreck your car. Your career will blow you off if you call it too much. It’s never going to leave its wife. Your career is fucking other people and everyone knows but you. Your career will never marry you. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
1248:Three days later, just as I set off for work, the postman handed me a letter. I opened it on the bus, thinking it might be an early birthday card from some distant cousin. It read, in computer- ized text:
Dear Clark,
This is to show you that I am not an entirely selfish arse. And I do appreciate your efforts.
Thank you.
Will
I laughed so hard the bus driver asked me if my lottery numbers had come up. ~ Jojo Moyes,#NFDB
1249:Was it tacky to get a cake during a hostage crisis? What was the protocol? She pictured chocolate frosting with white lettering: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOPE YOUR DAUGHTER ISN’T DEAD. But this year was her fiftieth, a year with a zero. Veronica had to do something. So on her way to the condo she’d swung by a bakery and picked up a small German chocolate cake. It was her mom’s favorite—or at least it had been, a decade ago. ~ Rob Thomas, #NFDB
1250:We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at its feet, and felt that only the earthly robe we loved so much was there. The pure, tender, loving spirit which loved us so tenderly, is above us - loving us, praying for us, and free from all suffering and woe - yes, that is a comfort, and that first birthday in another world must have been a far brighter one than any in this poor world below! ~ Queen Victoria, #NFDB
1251:And I thought, eight years ago, when I began carefully charting the progress of American Gods, nervously dipping my toes into the waters of blogging, would I have imagined a future in which, instead of recording the vicissitudes of bringing a book into the world, I would be writing about not-even-interestingly missing cups of cold camomile tea? And I thought, yup. Sounds about right.
Happy Eighth birthday, blog. ~ Neil Gaiman,#NFDB
1252:I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality I knew was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger. I saw the world from above and below. I saw that there were patterns and gates and paths beyond the real. I saw all these things and understood them and they filled me, just as the waters of the ocean filled me. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
1253:We might laugh at the notion of plastic tea sets in the jungle, but it is a time-honored ritual for Western travelers to collect preindustrial artifacts to use as home decorations...Possession of primitive artifacts suggests worldly knowledge, just as in the highland communities of Borneo an electronic wristwatch that plays "Happy Birthday" is the mark of a great traveler. Funny thing how travel can narrow the mind. ~ Eric Hansen, #NFDB
1254:Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again. ~ Seanan McGuire, #NFDB
1255:There was a table laid with jellies and trifles, with a party hat beside each place, and a birthday cake with seven candles on it in the center of the table. The cake had a book drawn on it, in icing. My mother, who had organized the party, told me that the lady at the bakery said that they had never put a book on a birthday cake before, and that mostly for boys it was footballs or spaceships. I was their first book. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
1256:And then I knew for sure what I had been trying to avoid for so long. Everything rushed to the surface. I cried as I remembered throwing the dress I had received for my third birthday on the floor. I cried as I remembered wanting to be best friends with a girl in fifth grade because she was so pretty. I cried as I remembered always rescuing the girl, played by a stuffed animal, while pretending to be Indiana Jones. I ~ Sara Farizan, #NFDB
1257:It’s Thursday, March twenty-ninth!” she basically screamed, a demented smile plastered to her face. “You are really excited about knowing the date!” I yelled back. “HAZEL! IT’S YOUR THIRTY-THIRD HALF BIRTHDAY!” “Ohhhhhh,” I said. My mom was really super into celebration maximization. IT’S ARBOR DAY! LET’S HUG TREES AND EAT CAKE! COLUMBUS BROUGHT SMALLPOX TO THE NATIVES; WE SHALL RECALL THE OCCASION WITH A PICNIC!, etc. ~ John Green, #NFDB
1258:Tell me about your relationship with food."
How can I tell her anything she'd understand? Has she ever eaten a pan of brownies in one sitting? A half dozen salad-bar baked potatoes? A baker's dozen?
What is it about slippery-sweet ice cream, about half-melted chocolate chips or moist homemade birthday cake, juicy steak seared on the grill, creamy potato salad, watermelon freshly cut and dripping with juice? ~ Jennie Shortridge,#NFDB
1259:he was known for throwing elaborate parties, known as “freak dinners”—perhaps most notably the “Gondola Party” he hosted in 1905 at the Savoy Hotel in London, where he filled the hotel’s courtyard with water, dressed everyone in Venetian garb, and served dinner to guests aboard a giant gondola. Lest this be deemed insufficient, he arranged to have a birthday cake—five feet tall—brought in on the back of a baby elephant. ~ Erik Larson, #NFDB
1260:never having seen any authentic record containing it. By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday. They seldom come nearer to it than planting-time, harvesttime, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time. A ~ Frederick Douglass, #NFDB
1261:she was a bookkeeper for the Port Authority, one week shy of her sixtieth birthday. She had limped down about one thousand steps from the 73rd floor, hobbled by fallen arches, a bad leg from having been hit by a car several months earlier, and assorted maladies. An office manager and others had helped Josephine to get this far, but she could go no farther and had sent her helpers ahead to safety. Now she was alone. ~ Mitchell Zuckoff, #NFDB
1262:Sophie could feel Syrena’s sigh; the mermaid’s body beneath her sagged with it. “Can’t even be mad at you,” the mermaid said, her voice little more than a mumble. “You too stupid to even be mad at. You live in world without poetry, without poets. You think poet’s job to tell your mother happy birthday. You are such a fool you don’t even know you are a fool. How can I be mad at such fool? Poet’s job to create the world. ~ Michelle Tea, #NFDB
1263:Treat your career like a bad boyfriend. Here’s the thing. Your career won’t take care of you. It won’t call you back or introduce you to its parents. Your career will openly flirt with other people while you are around. It will forget your birthday and wreck your car. Your career will blow you off if you call it too much. It’s never going to leave its wife. Your career is fucking other people and everyone knows but you. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
1264:When I'm about to blow the candles on my birthday cake and everybody is telling me I must make a wish, I just go into a tailspin. I'm thinking: what do I wish?, and I just can't seem to think about anything. Then I close my eyes, take a deep breath and there comes my wish. I don't know how to explain what goes on inside of me, but that's what happens: breathing is the key to understand what's really important to me. ~ Kristen Stewart, #NFDB
1265:As Mama once told me, “We called him Boy for the first two months of his life, but when his third-month birthday came around and we saw that sweet smile—especially when you were close to him, reaching out for him—we realized that he had chosen life. So we named him Chaim after your zaide, your grandfather, but also because ‘chaim’ in Hebrew means ‘life.’” I cannot imagine what my life would have been like without my twin. ~ Jane Yolen, #NFDB
1266:As I approach my fortieth birthday without having accomplished any one of the things I intended to accomplish—without ever having achieved the deep creativity that I have worked toward for all this time—I feel that I take a minor, an obscure, a dim position that is not my destiny but that is my fault, as if I had lacked, somewhere along the line, the wit and courage to contain myself competently within the shapes at hand. ~ John Cheever, #NFDB
1267:I put my hand over my erection and turned away. "No. That's not for you. I have to go to the bathroom." "Well get up! I have a whole day of birthday activities planned and you're spoiling my fun with your sleeping...and your pee boner." I laughed. "I hate it when you call it that." "Yeah? Well I hate that I can't play with it. Why the hell is it so hard if I'm not supposed to play with it? That's false advertising, Mister. ~ C J Roberts, #NFDB
1268:what's your name?"
what?" i asked, squinting at the light.
your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.
you know my name."
I want you to tell me."
Rose. Rose Hathaway."
Do you know your birthday?"
Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"
Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine, ~ Richelle Mead,#NFDB
1269:All right, New York City! Welcome to Madison... Square... Jericho! And after tonight, when I become the true, undisputed Intercontinental champion, the Jerichoholics of the Big Apple will throw a celebration party that will make the millennium bash in Times Square look like my sister's seventh birthday party! It'll be a celebration so huge, so grandiose, so spectacular, that it will never, EEEEEEEEVER, be forgotten again! ~ Chris Jericho, #NFDB
1270:Our darling Roberta,
No sorrow shall hurt her
If we can prevent it
Her whole life long.
Her birthday's our fete day,
We'll make it our great day,
And give her our presents
And sing her our song.
May pleasures attend her
And may the Fates send her
The happiest journey
Along her life's way.
With skies bright above her
And dear ones to love her!
Dear Bob! Many happy
Returns of the day! ~ E Nesbit,#NFDB
1271:They shared a look, and Tess felt a wave of emotion. How quickly she'd found an affinity with Isabel, a woman so unlike her, they might have been from different species. Only a short time ago they had been strangers. Now she couldn't imagine not knowing Isabel, her guileless and fragile sister. They shared a birthday, they shared their father's DNA, but the bond now ran deeper than that; it ran as deep as blood and secrets. ~ Susan Wiggs, #NFDB
1272:I don’t always want to see and be seen at the best parties, because I’ve done that for too many years. I want something real and true.” I pause and shoot him a sideways look. “I want a real partner, not a boyfriend who brings home a twenty two year old twink to make up a threesome for my birthday present.”
“What the fuck?”
I look at him and start laughing helplessly. “I just wanted the latest Jeremy Clarkson biography. ~ Lily Morton,#NFDB
1273:I miss you, Eleanor. I want to be with you all the time. You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met, and the funniest, and everything you do surprises me. And I wish I could say that those are the reasons I like you, because that would make me sound like a really evolved human being …‘But I think it’s got as much to do with your hair being red and your hands being soft … and the fact that you smell like homemade birthday cake ~ Rainbow Rowell, #NFDB
1274:It is no parlor trick: There is a skull and, in the dark, it is glowing. Somehow it is now floating above us all. Listen: The skull is speaking. It is saying your name. It knows about you and your favorite flower and all about your tenth birthday. But it does not matter. You are not convinced. For some reason, you are still full of doubt. You stare into the dark, looking for wires. Grasping for strings, you hold your hands out. ~ Joe Meno, #NFDB
1275:On my twelfth birthday, I got a new bicycle as a present from my folks, and I rode it to a fair that was being held at the Columbia Gymnasium, and when I come out, my bike was gone. I was so mad I was crying, and a policeman, Joe Martin, come up and I told him I was going to whip whoever took my bike. He said I ought to take some boxing lessons to learn how to whip the thief better, and I did. That's when I started fighting. ~ Muhammad Ali, #NFDB
1276:Everyone goes,” I said. “The whole class.”
“Yeah, I know. Hayley asked if I was going, but I kind of figured that didn’t exactly count as an invitation. Unless I went with her, which I’d really rather not.”
I had to laugh at his expression. “Don’t blame you. But you can now consider yourself officially invited by the birthday girl. It’s an easier way to meet people than hanging out at the smoking pit. Healthier, too. ~ Kelley Armstrong,#NFDB
1277:My grandfather so throughly considered cooking to be "women's work" that he wouldn't even enter the kitchen to get his own glass of water. My husband, born sixty-one years after my grandfather, shows his love by bringing me coffee every morning and whipping up chocolate-chip cookies for friends' birthday parties. I think it's fair to say that few young men these days feel less masculine for knowing their way around a kitchen. ~ Emily Matchar, #NFDB
1278:Shortly after her older brother died, Chloe (who had just celebrated her eighth birthday) went through a deeply philosophical stage. "I began to question everything," she told me, "I had to figure out what death was, that's enough to turn anyone into a philosopher." Chloe would put her hand over her eyes and tell the family her brother was still alive because she could see him in her mind just as well as she could see them. ~ Alain de Botton, #NFDB
1279:Then I took a second look. Their faces. Their phony smiles. You must have seen them on TV. Those grotesque displays of schoolgirls—automata wheeled out in Pyongyang to celebrate the birthday of the Dear Leader or some other such dismal anniversary. And there they were, in prototype. The rictus grins of the brainwashed. Of course, I didn’t fully understand what I was seeing at the time, but even then, I knew it was nonsense. ~ Masaji Ishikawa, #NFDB
1280:While I was gone Hugh, Manuela, and Dario attended Franck’s surprise fortieth-birthday party. One of the guests was a sophisticated mother of three who announced that she hated the zoo at the Jardin des Plantes because it was cruel to keep the animals in such small cages. She went on and on and then, at the end of the evening, she unlocked her car and released her golden retriever, who’d spent the last six hours in the trunk. ~ David Sedaris, #NFDB
1281:Look through the Bible and nowhere does Jesus say, “Worship me.” His call to us was “follow me.” There’s a big difference. By making Jesus out to be a hero, we miss the whole point. Jesus wasn’t saying, “I’m cool. Make statues of me; turn my birthday into a huge commercial holiday.” He was saying, “Here, look what is possible. Look what we humans are capable of.” Jesus is our brother, our legacy, the guy we’re supposed to emulate. ~ Pam Grout, #NFDB
1282:On my 70th birthday, I was asked how I felt about mankind's prospects. This is my reply: We are behaving like yeasts in a brewer's vat, multiplying mindlessly while greedily consuming the substance of a finite world. If we continue to imitate the yeasts, we will perish as they perish, having exhausted our resources and poisoned ourselves in the lethal brew of our own wastes. Unlike the yeasts, we have a choice. What will it be? ~ Farley Mowat, #NFDB
1283:Perfect! You guys are the same age. I bet you have a lot in common.”
Classic adult logic. Reid and I are vaguely the same age, so of course we’re basically soul mates. It’s like horoscopes. Somehow I’m supposed to believe that I’m similar in some meaningful way to every single person born on my birthday. Or every single Sagittarius. I mean, I barely have anything in common with Cassie, and we were born six minutes apart. ~ Becky Albertalli,#NFDB
1284:Thanks to all the moving around Mom and I had done, I hadn't had a birthday party since I was eight years old. That had been at Chuck E. Cheese. Something told me the Council had something more elaborate in mind.
"They don't need to do that," I said, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Especially with all that's going on right now."
Nick flashed me a wolfish grin. "That's Prodigium for you. Very 'fiddle while Rome burns. ~ Rachel Hawkins,#NFDB
1285:Whenever I go into Bloomingdales, I head to the womens shoe section and think, Hmm, maybe Ill get my next girlfriend a pair of those. I always buy my mom Louboutins or Jimmy Choos for her birthday. I have a pretty good sense of style, all in all. Once I figure out a woman, I know what she should wear - which comes in handy when you have a mom and girlfriends. You can always make them happy with a nice bag or a pair of pumps. ~ Josh Hutcherson, #NFDB
1286:felt abandoned by her when she drank, but as long as I wasn’t hurt and she was accounted for and alive, I could justify that everything was all right. Never really knowing what I was going to come home to established a constant underlying sense of anxiety in my gut. I remained unrealistically optimistic that every day would be different. Mom would keep her promise and not get drunk at that birthday or that particular function. ~ Brooke Shields, #NFDB
1287: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,#NFDB
1288:I want a room decorated with bones!" Dan said. "Where'd they come from?" "Cemeteries," Amy said. "Back in the 1700s, the cemeteries were getting overcrowded, so they decided to dig up tons of old bodies–all their bones–and move them into the Catacombs. The thing is...look at the dates. See when they started moving bones into the Catacombs?" Dan squinted at the screen. He didn't see what she was talking about. "Is it my birthday? ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
1289:I walk up a dune to a beach and look out to sea, but it's 100km away. The ships lie askew in their dry beds, at anchor for ever. Today is my son's birthday. Thousands of miles from here, his healthy lungs are blowing out candles. I should be there but I'm here with another boy, who puts his face close to mine and laughs. I smile back but realise he can't see it, because I'm wearing an antiseptic muzzles to protect me from his breath. ~ A A Gill, #NFDB
1290:Ever wonder exactly how much time you've wasted posting--and poring over--photos and status updates on Facebook? So did we. In advance of the social network's 10th birthday on Feb. 4, TIME's Chris Wilson created an interactive calculator that lets you find the precise number of days, hours and minutes you've logged since joining. Check it out at time.com/wastebook ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1291:Wait, you clean my dildo?’ I ask, slowly. ‘Every week, I clean it with the polish.’ ‘With furniture polish?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Jesus.’ Sophie got me the dildo for my birthday present three years ago. I have never used it. No matter how little sex I get, I’ve never been able to get turned on by a piece of rubber. And thank God; I’d probably have died of toxic poisoning by now with half a gallon of Mr Sheen being wedged up my vagina. ‘Katya, ~ Dawn O Porter, #NFDB
1292:I blushed when he stepped behind me, encircling my waist with his arms.
His lips brushed against my ear. “I believe the answer that will not get me in trouble with you is: the happiest day of my life. Or something along those lines. Definitely not the end of my carefree days or when I get a ball and chain. Hmmm, I’m just realizing that I’m going to have to buy you birthday and anniversary presents at the same time. What a pain. ~ Andrea Cremer,#NFDB
1293:Is it not that in the chain of human events, the birthday of a nation is indissolubly linked with the birthday of the Savior? That it forms a leading event in the progress of the Gospel dispensation? Is it not that the Declaration of Independence first organized the social compact on the foundation of the Redeemer’s mission upon earth? That it laid the cornerstone of human government upon the first precepts of Christianity? ~ John Quincy Adams, #NFDB
1294:They [the New World Order] want to reduce the population [to 500 million] and their target date is May 5th of 2000. [.....] The demons who call themselves spirit guides have told them. "You know, you have to reduce the population by May 5th." Because May 5th is Karl Marx's birthday, you know, enter the Age of Aquarius. [.....] I suspect they may use Y2K as an excuse to create some little problems here, we shall have to wait and see. ~ Kent Hovind, #NFDB
1295:Tiffany knew what the problem was immediately. She'd seen it before, at birthday parties. Her brother was suffering from tragic sweet deprivation. Yes, he was surrounded by sweets. But the moment he took any sweet at all, said his sugar-addled brain, that meant he was not taking all the rest. And there were so many sweets he'd never be able to eat them all. It was too much to cope with. The only solution was to burst into tears. ~ Terry Pratchett, #NFDB
1296:personal email address, too. I knew that was not the official school email he had on his revised syllabus. I studied the email for a moment and wondered what the “J” stood for in “ajstone.” The last four numbers looked like they could possibly be his birthday. That meant he was an Independence Day baby. How cute. Bringing myself out of my mental tangent, I focused back on the topic of his email. I was planning on meeting up with Maddy ~ Rene Folsom, #NFDB
1297:Both [of my granddaughters] Octavia and Lavinia have May birthdays. I've just been birthday shopping with them. But the shopping has a budget. I say, "Okay, if you pick this out, then you'll have how much left?" I wait for them to do the calculation, and they'll say, "$18." And we stand there and talk about, hmm, is that sweater really worth that much? And the girls work it through.Doing that takes away some of the magic of money. ~ Elizabeth Warren, #NFDB
1298:Did you get Mom a birthday present?" Helen asked. "Yes," Gansey replied. "Myself." "The gift that keeps on giving." "I don't think that minor children are required to get gifts for their parents. I'm a dependent. That's the definition of dependent, is it not?" "You, a dependent!" his sister said, and laughed. "You haven't been a dependent since you were four. You went straight from kindergarten to old man with a studio apartment. ~ Maggie Stiefvater, #NFDB
1299:If you are a boy who has just had his tenth birthday, your next one seems an eternity away. That’s because the single year that stretches ahead amounts to 10 per cent of the time you have been on earth. It’s a different sensation when you turn 50, because the distance to your 51st birthday amounts to just 2 per cent of the time you have been alive. As you get older and more experienced, you start to think about how you allocate time. ~ Alex Ferguson, #NFDB
1300:I want a room decorated with bones!" Dan said. "Where'd they come from?"
"Cemeteries," Amy said. "Back in the 1700s, the cemeteries were getting overcrowded, so they decided to dig up tons of old bodies–all their bones–and move them into the Catacombs. The thing is...look at the dates. See when they started moving bones into the Catacombs?"
Dan squinted at the screen. He didn't see what she was talking about. "Is it my birthday? ~ Rick Riordan,#NFDB
1301:People associate long hair with drug use. I wish people associated long hair with something other than drug use, like an extreme longing for cake. And then strangers would see a long haired guy and say, "That guy eats cake!" "He is on bundt cake!" Mothers saying to their daughters, "Don't bring the cake eater over here anymore. He smells like flour. Did you see how excited he got when he found out your birthday was fast approaching?" ~ Mitch Hedberg, #NFDB
1302:The stars seemed to be dancing up there, to be swirling around in grand and complicated patterns like women at a wedding decked out in their finery, women shining white and green and red with diamonds, emeralds and rubies, brilliant women dancing in the sky, dripping with fiery jewels. And the dance of the stars was mirrored in the city streets; people came out with tambourines and drums and celebrated, as if it were somebody’s birthday. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1303:But until you’ve experienced the incredible mix of emotions that a sibling brings to your life it’s really very hard to imagine. The love and the hate, the fun and the fights, the rivalry and the kinship. No one else knows your world like a sibling does. They’re there, every crap summer holiday, every day off school, every time your parents argue, every boring Christmas Day, every birthday party, they’re there. And they are a part of you. ~ Lisa Jewell, #NFDB
1304:IT IS HIS BIRTHDAY, and Hugh and I are seated in a New York restaurant, awaiting the arrival of our fifteen-word entrées. He looks very nice, dressed in the suit and sweater that have always belonged to him. As for me, I own only my shoes, pants, shirt, and tie. My jacket belongs to the restaurant and was offered as a loan by the maître d’, who apparently thought I would feel more comfortable dressed to lead a high-school marching band. ~ David Sedaris, #NFDB
1305:When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me Well just today I had my birthday I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore I've got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar. ~ Harry Chapin, #NFDB
1306:If you don’t find your tribe in high school, relax; some of the best people don’t. We’re merely meant to make it out alive despite an oversaturated environment of both the best and worst examples of human existence, and then go on to assemble our tribes from the people we meet throwing up in bathrooms on our birthday, quoting Caddyshack in line at the DMV, and digging through piles of jeans at the Gap looking for the one size 18. Until ~ Brittany Gibbons, #NFDB
1307:And if you're going to criticize me for not finishing the whole thing and tying it up in a bow for you, why, do us both a favor and write your own damn book, only have the decency to call it a romance instead of a history, because history's got no bows on it, only frayed ends of ribbons and knots that can't be untied. It ain't a pretty package, but then it's not your birthday that I know of so I'm under no obligation to give you a gift. ~ Orson Scott Card, #NFDB
1308:Things I will never forget: my name, my made-up birthday, the rattle of a train in a tunnel. The sweet grit of toothpaste. The bitterness of coffee and blood. The dark of the Hospital at night. My mother’s face, when she was young. * * * Things other people will forget: where they come from, how old they are, the faces of the people they love. The right words for bowl and sunshine and sidewalk. What is a beginning and what is an end. ~ Laura van den Berg, #NFDB
1309:To have a man kiss you in a women’s jail is a gift better than any birthday or Christmas present. It’s better than a bouquet of roses. It’s better than a warm shower. I could imagine living in this jail for years and living for every workshop day and that male kiss on my cheek. That kiss was rain, sunshine, and the sweet air of outside. Yes. I knew I’d even sit there and glue stupid things onto cardboard sheets just to get that kiss again. ~ Jennifer Clement, #NFDB
1310: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. ~ Augusten Burroughs,#NFDB
1311:Did you get Mom a birthday present?" Helen asked.
"Yes," Gansey replied. "Myself."
"The gift that keeps on giving."
"I don't think that minor children are required to get gifts for their parents. I'm a dependent. That's the definition of dependent, is it not?"
"You, a dependent!" his sister said, and laughed. "You haven't been a dependent since you were four. You went straight from kindergarten to old man with a studio apartment. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,#NFDB
1312:Why are you here?"
"'Here' as in your bedroom, or 'here' as in the great, spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking me whether this is all some cosmic coincidence or if there's a greater meta-ethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, modern-day reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but-,"
-"I'm going back to bed."
-"I'm here because Hodge reminded me it's your birthday. ~ Cassandra Clare,#NFDB
1313:JACKSON’S DARK BROWN HAIR curled up on his shirt collar. Black lashes and heavy brows framed his blue eyes. A few crow’s-feet around his eyes were the only sign that he’d just passed his fortieth birthday and they were minimized in the dim restaurant lights. His jeans were creased and stacked up over his highly polished black boots just the right way. Waitresses stopped what they were doing and gazed at him over their shoulders as he passed. Their ~ Carolyn Brown, #NFDB
1314:Politicians and bureaucrats clearly have no idea how complicated markets are. Every day people make countless tradeoffs, in all areas of life, based on subjective value judgements and personal information as they delicately balance their interests, needs and wants. Who is in a better position than they to tailor those choices to best serve their purposes? Yet the politicians believe they can plan the medical market the way you plan a birthday party. ~ John Stossel, #NFDB
1315:Tiffany knew what the problem was immediately. She'd seen it before, at
birthday parties. Her brother was suffering from tragic sweet
deprivation. Yes, he was surrounded by sweets. But the moment he took any
sweet at all, said his sugar-addled brain, that meant he was not taking
all the rest. And there were so many sweets he'd never be able to eat
them all. It was too much to cope with. The only solution was to burst
into tears. ~ Terry Pratchett,#NFDB
1316:A film about the love generation - the birthday party of the Aquarian Age showing actual ceremonies to make Lucifer rise. Lucifer is the Light god, not the devil - the Rebel Angel behind what's happening in the world today. His message is that the key of joy is disobedience. Isis (Nature) wakes. Osiris (Death) answers. Lilith (Destroyer) climbs to the place of Sacrifice. The Magus activates the circle and Lucifer - Bringer of Light - breaks through. ~ Kenneth Anger, #NFDB
1317:I wished for you," he whispered, so quietly that I struggled to hear.
"What did that feel like? I've never made a wish in my life." My voice was as shaky as my words were stupid.
"Everybody wishes for something, Charli."
I put just enough space between us to be able to look at him. "Not me. I've saved them all up. Birthday candles, shooting stars, stray eyelashes...ladybugs. I've saved hem all up. I figure I'm owed hundreds of wishes now. ~ G J Walker Smith,#NFDB
1318:Before we knew it a year had passed, then two more, and we were celebrating the passage of Joshua’s seventeenth birthday in the fortress. Balthasar had the girls prepare a feast of Chinese delicacies and we drank wine late into the night. (And long after that, and even when we had returned to Israel, we always ate Chinese food on Joshua’s birthday. I’m told it became a tradition not only with those of us who knew Joshua, but with Jews everywhere.) ~ Christopher Moore, #NFDB
1319:Treat your career like a bad boyfriend. Here's the thing. Your career won't take care of you. It won't call you back or introduce you to its parents. Your career will openly flirt with other people while you are around. It will forget your birthday and wreck your car. Your career will blow you off if you call it too much. It's never going to leave its wife. Your career is fucking other people and everyone knows but you. Your career will never marry you. ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
1320:Was it tacky to get a cake during a hostage crisis? What was the protocol? She pictured chocolate frosting with white lettering: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOPE YOUR DAUGHTER ISN’T DEAD. But this year was her fiftieth, a year with a zero. Veronica had to do something. So on her way to the condo she’d swung by a bakery and picked up a small German chocolate cake. It was her mom’s favorite—or at least it had been, a decade ago.-page 218 of The Thousand Dollar Tan Line ~ Rob Thomas, #NFDB
1321:It’s not that Gus doesn’t understand Siri’s not human. He does — intellectually. But like many autistic people I know, Gus feels that inanimate objects, while maybe not possessing souls, are worthy of our consideration. I realized this when he was 8, and I got him an iPod for his birthday. He listened to it only at home, with one exception. It always came with us on our visits to the Apple Store. Finally, I asked why. “So it can visit its friends,” he said. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1322:The most exciting things to happen in Dullsville in my lifetime, in chronological order:
1. The 3:10 train jumped its tracks, spilling boxes of Tootsie Rolls, which we devoured.
2. A senior flushed a cherry bomb down the toilet, exploding the sewage line, closing school for a week.
3. On my sixteenth birthday a family rumored to be vampires moved into the haunted mansion on top of Benson Hill!
-Vampire Kisses: The Beginning ~ Ellen Schreiber,#NFDB
1323:I had loved him since the moment he’d taken the pudding from me. When my father had announced on Dez’s eighteenth birthday that he supported a match between us, I’d never been happier than I was in that moment. I was young. And stupid. When Dez had disappeared the very next day, I experienced a heartache that I thought would swallow me whole and never spit me out. He’d been more than a crush. He had been my best friend, my confidant and my world. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout, #NFDB
1324:The fourteen-man snake moved in spasms. . . Their eyes flickered rapidly back and forth as they tried to look in all directions at once. They carried Kool-Aid packages, Tang — anything to kill the chemical taste of the water in their plastic canteens. Soon the smears of purple and orange Kool-Aid on their lips combined with the fear in their eyes to make them look like children returning from a birthday party at which the hostess had shown horror films. ~ Karl Marlantes, #NFDB
1325:Every two years on the Eve of Lughnasa—which also happened to be my birthday—the kings of the Four Tribes came together to feast and toast each other with wide smiles and enough thick, foamy beer to strengthen the bonds of friendship forged in the alliances of years past. This would be Aeddan’s first time there as king, newly returned from a long period of exile in Rome after his father was killed, executed for selling vital information to the Romans. ~ Lesley Livingston, #NFDB
1326:I found a Bill Evans record in the bookcase and was listening to it while drying my hair when I realized that it was the record I had played in Naoko's room on the night of her birthday, the night she cried and I took her in my arms. That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often-too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
1327:Looking back at it, it seems to me that I was blown here and there like a dead leaf whipped about by the autumn winds till at last it finds lodgment in some cozy fence corner. When I left school at fourteen I was as unsophisticated as a boy could be; I knew no more of the world and its strange ways than the gentle, saintly woman who taught me my prayers in the convent. Before me twentieth birthday I was on the docket of criminal court, on trial for burglary. ~ Jack Black, #NFDB
1328:There were no more long summers. The last was when she had played hide-and-seek with Vesey and the children. Since then the years had slipped by, each growing shorter than the one before. It had not seemed a long time, her married life. Summer and winter had run into one another. Betsy had not so much grown up as unrolled – as if she were all there at the beginning, but that each birthday unrolled more of her, made more visible, though suggesting more. ~ Elizabeth Taylor, #NFDB
1329:High school basically continued with bouts of her getting drunk and then stopping for a day. There was not one major moment or birthday celebration during which she could remain sober. I learned how to plan my joy. I would front-load my birthdays with breakfast activities or plan to be with her for only the beginning of an event. Then I would go off to be with friends and know that that would be the last I would see of my mother’s real facial expressions. ~ Brooke Shields, #NFDB
1330:The way to beat Luke," he said. "If I'm right, it's the only way you'll stand a chance." I took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm listening." Nico glanced inside my room. His eyebrows furrowed. "Is that...is that blue birthday cake?" He sounded hungry, maybe a little wistful. I wondered if the poor kid had ever had a birthday party, or if he'd ever even been invited to one. :Come inside for cake and ice cream," I said. "It sounds like we've got a lot to talk about. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
1331:Cosimo was the Bill Gates of his day. He spent the first half of his life making a fortune and the second half giving it away. He found the latter half much more satisfying, once confiding in a friend that his greatest regret was that he did not begin giving away his wealth ten years earlier. Cosimo recognized money for what it is: potential energy, with a limited shelf life. Either spend it or watch it slowly deplete, like yesterday’s birthday balloon. Under ~ Eric Weiner, #NFDB
1332:Have you got a birthday?” Aurelius asked. “Yes. I’ve got a birthday.” All my unsaid words went back to wherever they had been all these years. “I’ll make a note of it, shall I?” he said brightly. “Then I can send you a card.” I feigned a smile. “It’s coming up soon, actually. “ Aurelius opened a little blue notebook divided into months. “The nineteenth,” I told him, and he wrote it down with a pencil so small it looked like a toothpick in his huge hand. ~ Diane Setterfield, #NFDB
1333:In my eighty years, I prefer to call that the forty-first anniversary of my thirty ninth birthday, I've seen what men can do for each other and do to each other, I've seen war and peace, feast and famine, depression and prosperity, sickness and health. I've seen the depth of suffering and the peaks of triumph and I know in my heart that man is good, that what is right will always eventually triumph and that there is purpose and worth to each and every life. ~ Ronald Reagan, #NFDB
1334:You tell me I'm beautiful,and that you like my hair and you like my smile. You rest your leg against mine in darkened theaters,and then you act as if nothing happened when the lights go up.You slept in my bed for three nights straight,and then you just...blew me off for the next month.What am I supposed to do with that,St. Clair? You said on my birthday that you were afraid of being alone,but I've been here this whole time.This whole time. ~ Stephanie Perkins, #NFDB
1335:In a windowless nook of a downtown Roanoke funeral parlor, not far from where Tess once roamed the streets, Patricia caressed the back of the scar, as if cupping a baby's head, and told her poet goodbye. It was January 2, Tess's birthday. She would have been twenty-nine. Patricia tucked the treasures of her daughter's life inside the vest--a picture of her boy and one of his cotton onesies that was Tess's favorite, some strands of Koda's hair, and a sand dollar. ~ Beth Macy, #NFDB
1336:What do you call a guy who you're sleeping with --Let's say you do that for nine years, you make breakfast and have birthday parties and arguments and wear what he tells you to wear, for nine years, and you're nice to his friends, and he's always at your place, but you know all the time it can't go anywhere, he's going to find someone, it won't be you, that's agreed on from the start, he's going to find someone and marry him -- what do you call that guy? ~ Andrew Sean Greer, #NFDB
1337:Brendan Harris loved everyone now because he loved Katie and Katie loved him. Brendan loved traffic and smog and the sound of jackhammers. He loved his worthless old man who hadn't sent him a single birthday or Christmas card since he'd walked out on Brendan and his mother when Brendan was six. He loved Monday mornings, sitcoms that couldn't make a retard laugh, and standing in line at the RMV. He even loved his job, though he wouldn't be going in ever again. ~ Dennis Lehane, #NFDB
1338:Suddenly I remembered something Daddy told me once when I was angry at my mother. “You know how Mom arranges orange slices on a plate for your soccer team and has activities planned for your birthday parties two months in advance?” he’d asked me. “That’s the way she shows her love, Gracie.” Why was I thinking about that now? I could hear his voice so clearly, like he was talking to me from the backseat of the car. That’s the way she shows her love, Gracie. ~ Diane Chamberlain, #NFDB
1339:I meant it,” he says.
“You meant what?”
“What I said in your apartment.”
“You did?”
He nods.
We drop our cloths on the ground and hug each other. The path and the mountains and the entire world seem to slip away beneath us until only he and I remain. Then the sun rises over the peaks and warms my naked back. Of all the birthday gifts ever given in the history of the world, I can’t imagine one better than an embrace like this from your best friend. ~ Ryan Winfield,#NFDB
1340:Actually, I came because I have a last-minute invitation. My friend Erika Gill is having a big party tomorrow night, one of those all-out birthday bashes that girls like. Want to go?"
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"No. Sorry."
"Since it's a catered thing, at a restaurant, I'll pick you up at- what did you say?"
"I'm sorry. I can't do it."
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"You're busy?"
"I just can't do it," I said. ~ Elizabeth Chandler,#NFDB
1341:Monster a person though monster not human.
Monster like music. Like Beatles! Like Schumann!
World full of stupid. World full of noise.
Monster feel ANGRY. No birthday. No joys.
World full of JUNK monster not comprehend.
What is a childhood? What is a friend?
Monster and human both want the same.
Want conversation. Want love. WANT NO PAIN.
If monster speak heart: monster life only worsen.
Monster not human: BUT MONSTER A PERSON! ~ Jennifer Finney Boylan,#NFDB
1342:Today was my forty-fifth birthday. Impending old age and a problem marriage were staring me in the face. Not a good place to be. I figured that right now, I had two choices — crawl out of the pit, or wallow and die. To wallow or not to wallow? That was the question. Look at Scarlett O’Hara. Did she cry and whine when Rhett walked out the door not giving a damn? Well, okay, she did. But not for long, I’ll bet. Not Scarlett. Same story here, baby, same story here. ~ Karen Cantwell, #NFDB
1343:Unsure how to find grace and security in the complex world we’ve inherited, we try to fill up the spaces in our children’s lives with stuff: birthday entertainments, lessons, rooms full of toys and equipment, tutors and therapists. But material pleasures can’t buy peace of mind, and all the excess leads to more anxiety—parents fear that their children will not be able to sustain this rarefied lifestyle and will fall off the mountain the parents have built for them. ~ Wendy Mogel, #NFDB
1344:Found naked with a few of his grandfather’s kitchen maids? His
father’s claw right to the back of the head. Suggest that when his mother
was in human form she may want to stay away from things that brought
out the largeness of her ass? His father’s claw right to the back of the head.
Set up a small eightieth birthday party for his youngest brother Éibhear that
involved a few of the local brothel girls? His mother’s claw right to the
back of the head. ~ G A Aiken,#NFDB
1345:Just tell me, Percy, do you still have the birthday gift I gave you last summer?" I nodded and pulled out my camp necklace. It had a bead for every summer I'd been at Camp Half-Blood, but since last year I'd also kept a sand dollar on the cord. My father had given it to me for my fifteenth birthday. He'd told me I would know when to "spend it," but so far I hadn't figured out what he meant. All I knew that it didn't fit the vending machines in the school cafeteria. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
1346:I believe it was Shakespeare, or possibly Howard Cosell, who first observed that marriage is very much like a birthday candle, in that 'the flames of passion burn brightest when the wick of intimacy is first ignited by the disposable butane lighter of physical attraction, but sooner or later the heat of familiarity causes the wax of boredom to drip all over the vanilla frosting of novelty and the shredded coconut of romance.' I could not have phrased it better myself. ~ Dave Barry, #NFDB
1347:Sometimes we don’t have the luxury of a slippery slope and find, instead, a cliff. Maybe that’s what happened to them that night or maybe, bless their hearts, they had spent a great deal of energy keeping it together—since my tenth birthday, since the seizure, since the beauty convention or the move to Columbus or the first time they met. Who knows? It’s amazing, either way, how quickly you can become a thing you’d never thought of being and may not even want to be. ~ Casey Gerald, #NFDB
1348:Be the kind of friend that you want to have.
This is what it all boils down to. Listen when they bitch. Tell them they'll be okay. Go over and check in on their cat when they're on vacation. Call them on their birthday, or better yet bake a cake in the shape of their initial. Keep their secrets. Treat them like what they are--the rare person in this world who gives a fuck about you not because they have to, but because they want to. Give a fuck about them. ~ Kelly Williams Brown,#NFDB
1349:Harry looked up at it, and all of a sudden a knife-sharp memory came to him: standing on this very spot on the day that he had turned eleven, the most wonderful birthday of his life, and Hagrid standing beside him saying, ‘Like I said, yeh’d be mad ter try an’ rob it.’ Gringotts had seemed a place of wonder that day, the enchanted repository of a trove of gold he had never known he possessed, and never for an instant could he have dreamed that he would return to steal ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
1350:That might work," I said. "I'm good at faking it." This led to a couple moments of uncomfortable silence from both of us. "You didn't mean... ?" Morelli asked. "No. Of course not." "Never?" "Maybe once." His eyes narrowed. "Once?" "It's all that comes to mind. It was the time we were late for your Uncle Spud's birthday party." "I remember that. That was great. You're telling me you faked it?" "We were late! I couldn't concentrate. It seemed like the best way to go. ~ Janet Evanovich, #NFDB
1351:We just sent some footage to ABC Primetime, who is doing a segment that alleges to tell our side of the story, and in that, a week before she became ill, there's Eliza Jane at her friend's birthday party, blowing, over and over again, a party horn - the one with the long, curly thing that sticks out when you blow it and retracts when you breathe in - over and over and over again...this child that, a few weeks later, would be said to have died of fatal pneumonia. ~ Christine Maggiore, #NFDB
1352:My eighty-eight birthday arrives shortly. I cannot fathom that number of years. I admit to seeing an old woman when I look in the mirror–the short, wispy, flyaway white hair that is evident I cut myself, the thick population of brown spots on the backs of my hands and forearms, the still–vibrant blue eyes– and I am surprised, always, because inside, where I live, I am at most forty, still eager for change, still hungry for learning, still curious, still yearning. ~ Elizabeth J Church, #NFDB
1353:One of the best moments is right here (during History Tour in Copenhagen, on his birthday in 1997). Right here. It’s right in the middle of the show and it’s my birthday and I’m thousands of miles away from my family. When they surprised me with the full marching band and then they brought out this huge, beautiful birthday cake.. I realized that I’ve got family all over the world. Everywhere I go, because my fans really show me the love and I love them just as much. ~ Michael Jackson, #NFDB
1354:Then I asked, “Are you coming to the party tomorrow?” because it was, at the moment, the only change of subject I could come up with.
“Daniel’s party?” Rafe looked confused, as if he couldn’t imagine why I’d think he was going to the party of a guy who obviously didn’t like him.
“Well, it’s at Daniel’s place, but it’s really--”
“Your birthday party. I know.” He kept giving me that look, and I didn’t blame him--I was as unlikely to invite him as Daniel was. ~ Kelley Armstrong,#NFDB
1355:I HAVE A BOX where I keep all of the holiday and birthday and just-because cards that my friends and family send me. They are memories, tokens of love and thoughtfulness, and there is a part of me that can’t bear to throw them out. I don’t need these cards. I hardly ever open that box, and so they don’t add anything to my life, but there is a part of me that thinks that maybe, just maybe, one day I will need to remember the moments and people they represent. This ~ Kimberly Rae Miller, #NFDB
1356:His sixth year, it seemed to him, had lasted a remarkably long time and there were points at which he frankly wondered whether he would ever turn seven. But now it was the night before his birthday, and barring some cosmic disaster, the advent of some unexpected black hole into which the earth might be sucked, with the attendant reversal or suspension of time, in very few hours he would be waking up to a world in which he was numbered among the seven-year-olds. ~ Alexander McCall Smith, #NFDB
1357:The years passed unnoticed and unremembered, and one autumn morning I found myself suddenly forty-five years old. It was a time for weighing youthful hopes against mature accomplishment, for it was quite certain that I had by then done all I was ever going to do. Sitting alone at my desk that evening of my forty-fifth birthday I asked that least original of introspective questions: Where had it all gone? And the somewhat less banal question: What, after all, had it been? My ~ Trevanian, #NFDB
1358:The way to beat Luke," he said. "If I'm right, it's the only way you'll stand a chance."
I took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm listening."
Nico glanced inside my room. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Is that...is that blue birthday cake?"
He sounded hungry, maybe a little wistful. I wondered if the poor kid had ever had a birthday party, or if he'd ever even been invited to one.
:Come inside for cake and ice cream," I said. "It sounds like we've got a lot to talk about. ~ Rick Riordan,#NFDB
1359:I have no idea who you even are and now you're my damn girlfriend. What the hell have you done to me?" She holds her palms up defensively. "Hey, don't blame me. I've gone eighteen years swearing off boyfriends and then you show up out of the blue with your vulgar mouth and terribly awkward first kisses and now look at me. I'm a hypocrite." "I don't even know your phone number," I say. "I don't even know your birthday," she says. "You're the worst girlfriend I've ever had. ~ Colleen Hoover, #NFDB
1360:Jesus, Dean. I don’t know why you have me around with her watching your back”
“You’re just jealous. But don’t worry. One day you too will have your very own little Amazon.”
“I’ll just settle for a woman.”
“If you’re lonely, you can have the inflatable sex doll Blue gave me for my birthday. I don’t want the two
of you to miss out on an opportunity for love.”
“You didn’t like her?”
“I wasn’t man enough to satisfy her cravings. I’m sure you’ll be different. ~ Marjorie M Liu,#NFDB
1361:I’m going to kill the president.
I promise. I surrender. I'm sorry.
I'm gay. I'm pregnant. I'm dying.
I'm not your father. You're fired.
Fire. I forgot your birthday.
You will have to lose the leg.
She was asking for it.
It ran right under the car.
It looked like a gun. It's contagious.
She’s with God now.
Help me. I don't have a problem.
I’ve swallowed a bottle of aspirin.
I'm a doctor. I'm leaving you.
I love you. Fuck you. I’ll change. ~ Ben Lerner,#NFDB
1362:She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year. Her own birthday, and every other day individualized by incidents in which she had taken some share. She suddenly thought, one afternoon, that there was another date, of greater importance than all those; that of her own death; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it? ~ Thomas Hardy, #NFDB
1363:The color of his pallor, however, was a curiously basic white - unmixed, that is, with the greens and yellows of guilt or abject contrition. It was very like the standard bloodlessness in the face of a small boy who loves animals to distraction, all animals, and who has just seen his favourite, bunny-loving sister's expression as she opened the box containing his birthday present to her - a freshly caught young cobra, with a red ribbon tied in an awkward bow around its neck. ~ J D Salinger, #NFDB
1364:When you make a decision, you don't have to be locked into it. One of the ways that you grow is by starting over. There are all kinds of really powerful things in that moment, which is what makes story work. Part of Laurie's Keller personality is this ability to revise, to come back and to look at things from a different angle. I don't want to tell stories too much out of school, but Laurie Keller is the only person who sent me a card on my birthday and then sent me a revision. ~ Mo Willems, #NFDB
1365:Now it’s my turn. I am going to birth myself. I am going to be a better mother to me than she ever was. I’m going to stay faithful and stand up for myself. I am going to do more than send me fifty bucks on my birthday, and if I ever call myself on the phone, I’m going to act like I care, just a little, because I’m aware that I might need it. I will comb my own hair gently and never make myself get into bathwater that’s too hot. I am going to be the kind of mother who shows warmth. ~ A S King, #NFDB
1366:I raised the hood of my cape and opened my umbrella. Headmistress had given it to me for my twenty-first birthday, knowing how fond I was of the purple foxglove that bloomed in the park. When open, the underside revealed in each of the panels a spray of painted stems, lush with lavender bells. "No matter how bad the weather, you will always be able to look up and see something that will cheer you," she had said, knowing that my quiet moods often concealed an orphan's melancholy. ~ Karen Essex, #NFDB
1367:But like all beautiful faces Emily's made you believe that its possessor was a better person than she was. It allowed her to pass for stoical when she was petrified, and mysterious and aloof when she was so filled with self-doubt that she bought presents for other people when it was her birthday, framed most of her conversation in terms of apology and regret, and for all her talent could no longer manage to string twenty-five paragraphs fo prose together to make a short story. ~ Michael Chabon, #NFDB
1368:For my 21st birthday, I think my mother wanted to give me a watch, or something, you know, some kind of traditional thing. And I said, "Well, if you're going to buy me something, there's a Gibson Melody Maker guitar advertised in the paper for 60 dollars. Do you think I could have that?" And I think that she was very disappointed that at 21 I was still messing around with that sort of thing. She didn't understand what it was all about. But now she understands it, and likes it. ~ Chrissie Hynde, #NFDB
1369:Let me do it for you,” said Pooh kindly. So he reached up and knocked at the door. “I have just seen Eeyore,” he began, “and poor Eeyore is in a Very Sad Condition, because it’s his birthday, and nobody has taken any notice of it, and he’s very Gloomy—you know what Eeyore is—and there he was, and—What a long time whoever lives here is answering this door.” And he knocked again. “But Pooh,” said Piglet, “it’s your own house!” “Oh!” said Pooh. “So it is,” he said. “Well, let’s go in. ~ A A Milne, #NFDB
1370:Sonnet. What the hell kinda name is Sonnet?” “My mom was into Shakespeare when she had me—a May birthday. I’m named after Sonnet number 18. Do you know it?” “‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,’” Jezebel quoted, her voice taking on the cadence and tone of the syncopated sound that had made her famous. “‘Thou are more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath too short a date. Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines... ~ Susan Wiggs, #NFDB
1371:All this time, he'd been waiting for his real life to begin: Once he was accepted by Roland's friends and the band made it big. Once he found his mother. Then, things would change. But his life had been happening all along, in the jolt of the orange juice on his tongue or how he dreamt in two languages, how his students' faces looked when they figured out the meaning of a new word, the wisp of smoke as he blew out his birthday candles. The surge and turn and crunch of a perfect melody. ~ Lisa Ko, #NFDB
1372:On Tea
Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her bays;
Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise.
The best of Queens, and best of herbs, we owe
To that bold nation, which the way did show
To the fair region where the sun doth rise,
Whose rich productions we so justly prize.
The Muse's friend, tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapors which the head invade,
And keep the palace of the soul serene,
Fit on her birthday to salute the Queen.
~ Edmund Waller,#NFDB
1373:Oh, Kendra, before I forget, Gavin asked me to give you this letter." He held out a gray, speckled envelope.
"Happy birthday to you!" Seth exclaimed, his voice full of implications.
Kendra tried not to blush as she tucked the envelope away.
"Dear Kendra," Seth improvised, "you're the only girl who really gets me, you know, and I think you're very mature for your age--"
"What about some cake?" Grandma interrupted, holding the first piece out to Kendra and glaring at Seth. ~ Brandon Mull,#NFDB
1374:Unlike musical notation, paint or clay, language is inside every one of us. For free. We are all proficient at it. We already have the palette, the paints and the instruments. We don’t have to go and buy any reserved materials. Poetry is made of the same stuff you are reading now, the same stuff you use to order pizza over the phone, the same stuff you yell at your parents and children, whisper in your lover’s ear and shove into an e-mail, text or birthday card. It is common to us all. ~ Stephen Fry, #NFDB
1375:If I could've picked a birthday it would've been on Halloween. Yeah, it's always been my favorite holiday. Not because it was my birthday, but actually because, I think it was the freedom, you know? When you were a little kid, you got to go out and be an adult for a couple of hours. You got to, like, just go out with your friends and knock on peoples' doors and be nuts and pull pranks and stuff like that. You could be whoever you wanted to be, you know, I guess that was the appeal to it. ~ Frank Iero, #NFDB
1376:People do whatever the hell they want to do at any age they fancy. Last month you were thirty-five. That means you're five years from forty. Do you think that the day you reach forty you will be any different than you were at thirty-nine or forty-one for that matter? People create little ideas about ages so they can write silly self-help books, stick stupid comments in birthday cards, create names for internet chat rooms and look for excuses for crisis that are happening in their life. ~ Cecelia Ahern, #NFDB
1377:The death toll had reached twenty-one. The survivors of the Gremlin Special were down to three: John McCollom, a stoic twenty-six-year-old first lieutenant from the Midwest who’d just lost his twin brother; Kenneth Decker, a tech sergeant from the Northwest with awful head wounds who’d just celebrated his thirty-fourth birthday; and Margaret Hastings, an adventure-seeking thirty-year-old WAC corporal from the Northeast who’d missed her date for an ocean swim on the New Guinea coast. ~ Mitchell Zuckoff, #NFDB
1378:what are called the middle schools is still very unsatisfactory. Few teachers realize that the purpose of teaching history is not the memorizing of some dates and facts, that the student is not interested in knowing the exact date of a battle or the birthday of some marshal or other, and not at all - or at least only very insignificantly - interested in knowing when the crown of his fathers was placed on the brow of some monarch. These are certainly not looked upon as important matters. ~ Adolf Hitler, #NFDB
1379:group) because when the ages were checked on January 1, you were still fourteen years old. An extra year of play against players younger than you is a huge advantage. Your body becomes bigger, stronger, and faster every day, giving you an opportunity to truly stand out from your birthday-handicapped peers. This extra developmental time predisposes you for selection onto more elite teams, which in turn leads to more ice time and better coaching, which advances your abilities even further. ~ Sean Patrick, #NFDB
1380:Halfway through April Naoko turned twenty. She was seven months older than I was, my own birthday being in November. There was something strange about Naoko's becoming twenty. I felt as if the only thing that made sense, whether for Naoko or for me, was to keep going back and forth between eighteen and nineteen. After eighteen would come nineteen, and after nineteen, eighteen. Of course. But she turned twenty. And in the fall, I would do the same. Only the dead stay seventeen forever. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
1381:Happiness, as it exists in the wild—as opposed to those artificially constructed moments like weddings and birthday parties, where it’s gathered into careful piles—is not smooth. Happiness in the real world is mostly just resilience and a willingness to arch oneself toward optimism. To believe that people are more good than bad. To believe that the waves carrying you are neither friendly nor malicious, and to know that you’re less likely to drown if you stop struggling against them. ~ Carolyn Parkhurst, #NFDB
1382:As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more enraged and mystified by the idiot decisions made by my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity them, for I understood how innocent and natural it was for them to behave so abominably, and with such abominable results: They were doing their best to live like people invented in story books. This was the reason Americans shot each other so often: It was a convenient literary device for ending short stories and books. ~ Kurt Vonnegut, #NFDB
1383:I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn’t understand why. I would sit there with the tight elastic thread of the birthday hat parting the pudge of my underchin, with the grainy frosting of the cake bluing my teeth, and I would try to figure out why it was fun. With Nick, I understood finally. Because he was so much fun. It was like dating a sea otter. ~ Gillian Flynn, #NFDB
1384:There are many cells in your body that are dying as you read these words. Fifty to seventy billion cells die each day in the average human adult. You are too busy to organise funerals for all of them! At the very same time, new cells are being born, and you don't have the time to sing Happy Birthday to them. If old cells don't die, there's no chance for new cells to be born. So death is a very good thing. It's very crucial for birth. You are undergoing birth and death in this very moment. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh, #NFDB
1385:Every faculty you have, your power of thinking or of moving your limbs from moment to moment, is given you by God. If you devoted every moment of your whole life exclusively to His service you could not give Him anything that was not in a sense his own already ... It is like a small child going to its father and saying, 'Daddy, give me sixpence to buy you a birthday present.' It is all very nice and proper, but only an idiot would think that the father is sixpence to the good on the transaction. ~ C S Lewis, #NFDB
1386: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, #NFDB
1387:Once upon a time, a girl named September grew very tired indeed of her parents’ house, where she washed the same pink-and-yellow teacups and matching gravy boats every day, slept on the same embroidered pillow, and played with the same small and amiable dog. Because she had been born in May, and because she had a mole on her left cheek, and because her feet were very large and ungainly, the Green Wind took pity on her and flew to her window one evening just after her twelfth birthday. ~ Catherynne M Valente, #NFDB
1388:There’s really no avoiding the fact that suffering is part of life. And of course we have a natural tendency to dislike our suffering and problems. But I think that ordinarily people don’t view the very nature of our existence to be characterized by suffering ...” The Dalai Lama suddenly began to laugh, “I mean on your birthday people usually say, ‘Happy Birthday!,’ when actually the day of your birth was the birth of your suffering. But nobody says, ‘Happy Birth-of-Sufferingday!” he joked. ~ Dalai Lama XIV, #NFDB
1389:You forgot my birthday, too."
"And mine."
The girls looked miserable. The King opened his mouth, then shut it.
"Sir!" whined Lord Teddie. "You forgot my birthday, too!"
Bramble gave a surprised laugh, then slapped her hand over her mouth, as though shocked at letting it out. The tension broke. The girls laughed sheepishly, and Lord Teddie beamed. He probably did not have many ladies think him funny. In fact, he probably got slapped by a lot of them. ~ Heather Dixon Wallwork,#NFDB
1390:I began to realize that my pictures of God were old. They were not old in the sense of antique champagne flutes, which are abundant with significance precisely because they are old—when you sip from them you remember your grandmother using them at birthday dinners, or your sister toasting her beloved at their wedding. Rather, they were old like a seventh-grade health textbook from 1963: moderately interesting for what it might say about culture and science in 1963, but generally out of date. ~ Lauren F Winner, #NFDB
1391:One morning after waking up on his 10th birthday, Timmy told his mom, “I had a dream that you gave me a BB gun for my birthday. What do you think that dream means?” “You'll know what it means tonight,” Timmy's mom said with an encouraging smile. That night, after the birthday cake, Timmy's mom came in with a long narrow package and gave it to her son. Timmy tore the box open. Finally I get a BB gun, he thought. But he thought wrong. The box was empty except for a book called The Meaning of Dreams. ~ Bart King, #NFDB
1392:We Americans commercialize everything. Look at what we did to Christmas. Christmas is Jesus' birthday. Now, I don't know Jesus, but from what I read he was the least materialistic person who ever walked the earth. No bling on Jesus. He kept a low profile and we turned his birthday into the most commercial day of the year. In fact we have a whole Jesus birthday season. And then at the end of it, we have the nerve to have an economist come on TV and say what a horrible Jesus birthday season we had. ~ Chris Rock, #NFDB
1393:Our Younger Stalins cabinet stands in the corner. It holds photographs of our vozhd taken ten to twenty years ago. When possible, we substitute a Younger Stalin for current ones. It's essential we convey to the people the youthful vigor of their elder statesman. The longer we do it, the further back in time we must go to find new material. Readers of certain periodicals may worry that he is growing younger with each passing year; by his seventieth birthday he will be a slender-faced adolescent. ~ Anthony Marra, #NFDB
1394:Tommy,” I interrupted. “I’d never tell you what to do, but do you remember what we were doing at twelve?” “Hunting deer,” Tommy said. “You?” “I was learning how to kill people,” I said honestly. “If I remember correctly, on my twelfth birthday, Merlin had me doing sword practice in the morning, and herbs in the afternoon. I believe we had cake after.” “Well, I certainly don’t want her hunting this thing,” Tommy said. “But you’re probably right, Kasey; you are old enough to know what’s happening. ~ Steve McHugh, #NFDB
1395:A magazine editor recently asked me to sit down on my 40th birthday and write an article on the most important things I had learned in my first 40 years. I told him that the chief thing I had learned was that the copybook maxims are true, but that too many people forget this once they go out into the heat and hustle and bustle of the battle of life and only realize their truth once one foot is beginning to slip into the grave. The man who has won millions at the cost of his conscience is a failure. ~ B C Forbes, #NFDB
1396:On Nov. 6, the day before my 94th birthday, our nation will hold one of the most critical elections in my lifetime. We are at a crossroads and there are profound moral issues at stake. I strongly urge you to vote for candidates who support the biblical definition of marriage between a man and a woman, protect the sanctity of life and defend our religious freedoms. The Bible speaks clearly on these crucial issues. Please join me in praying for America, that we will turn our hearts back toward God. ~ Billy Graham, #NFDB
1397:We should have the right to have someone leave when we want, to only allow those in who we want in. But the truth is, people can force their way into your life whenever they choose. If they want to remind you forevermore that they exist, they will. They can reappear in a card or call or a "chance" meeting, they can remember your birthday or the day you met with some innocuous small note. No matter how little they matter in your new life, they can insist on being seen and recognized and remembered. ~ Deb Caletti, #NFDB
1398:Consider ourselves fortunate."
Maldynado's jaw slackened. "How so?"
"Amaranthe's birthday is next week and, with our limited funds, I didn't think I'd be able to find her a gift."
"So, you're getting her...dead bodies?"
"Perfect, don't you think?" Books smiled.
"Most women like jewelry and flowers."
"Do you honestly believe she would prefer jewelry over a mystery to solve?"
Maldynado jiggled the key fob thoughtfully, then nodded toward the bodies. "Can we say one is from me? ~ Lindsay Buroker,#NFDB
1399:Live a little Connor, life is too short," I said as i stared out into the moonlit water. He sighed and sat down next to me.
We sat in silence for a moment, and I was feeling somewhat emotional; I'm blaming the wine, when I started to speak.
"It was my sixteenth birthday when I was diagnosed with cancer." I felt him look at me as I just stared ahead listening to the whispers of the ocean. "Hey, happy sweet sixteen, guess what, you have cancer." I felt the tears starting to sting my eyes. ~ Sandi Lynn,#NFDB
1400:The difference in their age had begun to matter, she had just turned forty and Jack was in his sixties, no longer the 'Brooding Heathcliff' that used to sign birthday cards to her. He wanted less and less to meet people, keeping her to himself, shutting the world out, drawing the heavy velvet curtains too early on a bright evening. If she announced that they might invite a few friends, he worried, began to wonder what time these friends might arrive and more importantly, what time they would leave. ~ Edna O Brien, #NFDB
1401:Dennis's superior mental health was obvious from the first date, like a cleft palate. The other thing about him was that he had shapely, muscular legs. His calves were so sculpted they looked artificial, like silicone implants. This is a look I'm fond of. In fact, if I had been born a girl there is no doubt in my mind that my chest cavity would have been stuffed with two softball-sized orbs of silicone before my eleventh birthday. In this way my own mental health is somewhat like a cleft palate. ~ Augusten Burroughs, #NFDB
1402:How about we up the stakes? I win, you talk to me.”
Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. “I’m afraid to ask what you mean by talk…”
“Exactly that. I win, I get thirty minutes of your time tonight.”
“To charm me and lie to me and pretend to be whoever you think I want?”
“Nope. Tonight it’s me, in case you haven’t noticed. The real Rafe Martinez. A special one-night appearance.”
“And if I win?”
He grinned. “Then you get to spend thirty minutes with me, lucky birthday girl. ~ Kelley Armstrong,#NFDB
1403:was flying by, and if she couldn’t find a way to forge bonds between her granddaughters, Mamaw knew that come September, Sea Breeze would be sold, the girls would scatter again, and she’d be sitting on the dock howling at the harvest moon. The previous May, Mamaw had invited her three granddaughters—Dora, Carson, and Harper—to celebrate her eightieth birthday at Sea Breeze. She’d had, however, an ulterior motive. In the fall, Marietta was putting Sea Breeze on the market and moving into an assisted ~ Mary Alice Monroe, #NFDB
1404:You can say no if you dun’ wanna do it,” he finally says, “but I was thinkin’ maybe you could teach me to read.”
“Shit, Jimmy, I just gave away my reading slate to Bill.”
“I know it,” he says, “but I didn’t wanna read none of that stuff anyhow.”
“Then what did you want to read?”
“I wanna read those poems you said you might write.”
I can’t help but smile so wide my cheeks hurt.
“Okay, Jimmy. I’m going to write you a poem for your birthday, and then I’m going to teach you how to read it. ~ Ryan Winfield,#NFDB
1405:She could not help recalling the bustling which had attended Eduard's celebration of her own birthday, she could not help thinking of the newly erected pavilion under whose roof they had promised themselves so much pleasure. The fireworks exploded again before her eyes and in her ears; the lonelier she was, the more she lived in imagination; yet the more she lived in imagination, the more alone she felt. She leaned upon his arm no more, and had no hope of ever being able to lean on it again. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #NFDB
1406:Dear Mia, What can I say? I don't know all that much about romance novels, but I think you must be the Stephen King of the genre. Your book is hot. Thanks for letting me read it. Anyone who doesn't want to publish it is a fool. Anyway, since I know it's your birthday, and I also know you never remember to back anything up, here's a little something I made for you. It would be a shame if Ransom My Heart got lost before it ever saw the light of day because your hard drive crashed. See you tonight. Love, Michael ~ Meg Cabot, #NFDB
1407:Martha spoke again. “In case you’ve forgotten, here are the rules, Beast, laid out by all the sisters: You must love her and that love must be returned with true love’s kiss, before your twenty first birthday. She may use the mirror as you do, to see into the world beyond your kingdom, but she must never know the details of the curse or how it’s to be broken. You will notice she sees the castle and its enchantments differently than yourself. The most terrifying aspects of the curse are reserved for you. ~ Serena Valentino, #NFDB
1408:To some it may have seemed peculiar, this sudden change that had come over Bahar when she was only sixteen, but Marjan knew it was in accordance with her pendulum-like personality. Bahar had always had an unpredictable mixture of 'garm' (hot) and 'sard' (cold) coursing through her veins. Its wellspring could be found in the seasons of life itself, the day of the equinox and Bahar's birthday as well, March 21. That was when new and old converged, creating an unpredictable nature in anyone born on that date. ~ Marsha Mehran, #NFDB
1409:There was something about my face,she said, that she couldn't stand. Something about my eyes, the way I looked at her, the fact I even existed. She'd always tell me to stop looking at her. She'd always scream it. Like I might attack her. Stop looking at me, she'd scream. You just stop looking at me, she'd scream.
She put my hand in the fire once.
Just to see if it would burn, she said. Just to check if it was a regular hand, she said.
I was 6 years old then.
I remember because it was my birthday. ~ Tahereh Mafi,#NFDB
1410:Pulling out his daggers, he kept them in his sleeves, just in case he happened upon someone who wouldn’t understand why a tall, dark-haired man wearing really dark sunglasses and unseasonably warm clothing would be armed to his fangs. Really, Officer, I was trying to protect humanity by killing these things that suck human souls out to live past their twenty-seventh birthday just didn’t cut it. Why no one would believe that, he couldn’t imagine. Really, the audacity of modern courts and judges.’ – Sundown ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon, #NFDB
1411:He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric’s Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and spent every school holiday. He could have invited friends to his house. . . . He might even have had brothers and sisters. . . . It would have been his mother who had made his seventeenth birthday cake. The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place where it had been taken from him. ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
1412:My New Year's Eve is always 2 July, the night before my birthday. That's the night I make my resolutions. And this year scares the life out of me, because no matter how successful, how good things appear, there is always a deep core of failure within me, although I am trying to deal with it. My biggest fear, this coming year, is that I will be waking up alone. It makes me wonder how many bodies will be fished out of the Thames, how many decaying corpses will be found in one-room flats. I'm just being realistic. ~ Tracey Emin, #NFDB
1413:By 1905, Tesla ran out of money and was forced to lay off the Wardenclyffe workers and shut down the facility. Newspapers decried it as his “million dollar folly,” to which Tesla responded, “It is a simple feat of scientific electrical engineering, only expensive ... blind, faint-hearted doubting world.” His malaise couldn’t snuff his imagination and love of his work, however. He refocused his efforts on commercially viable machinery and—in 1906, on his 50th birthday—presented a 200-horsepower bladeless turbine ~ Sean Patrick, #NFDB
1414:Feeding (more on this in chapter 8) Breast pump Breast pads Breast cream (Lansinoh) Breast milk containers Twin nursing pillow Boppy Formula Baby bottles (8-oz. wide neck; 16–20 bottles if you’re doing formula exclusively) Dishwasher baskets Bottle brush High chairs Booster seat Food processor or immersion blender Bottle warmer Bottle drying rack Bowls and spoons Baby food storage containers Keepsakes Baby books Thank-you notes/stationery Newspaper from birthday CD player/dock for music Twin photo albums/frames ~ Natalie D az, #NFDB
1415:Her blog was doing well, with thousands of unique visitors each month, and she was earning good speaking fees, and she had a fellowship at Princeton and a relationship with Blaine - "You are the absolute love of my life," he'd written in her last birthday card - and yet there was cement in her soul. It had been there for a while, an early morning disease of fatigue, shapeless desires, brief imaginary glints of other lives she could be living, that over the months melded into a piercing homesickness. ~ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, #NFDB
1416:As I saw my 60th birthday approaching, I thought,What did 60 mean to me? I figured I'd probably live until I'm about 90, which meant that I was at the beginning of what I call my third act. As an actress, I know how important the third act is. It makes sense of the first and second acts. You can have first and second acts that are interesting, but you don't know what they mean. Then a good third act pulls it all together. And so I knew that, because I sat by my father's side over the long months when he was dying. ~ Jane Fonda, #NFDB
1417:I will do everything I can to give the kids the kind of childhood we never had, Zeb,” I promised. “Unconditional love, holidays without drunken nudity, and birthday parties where they don’t end up crying. Of course, we’ll have to go underground to get away from your families. But I’m sure Dick can forge the necessary paperwork.” Zeb squeezed me back. “You know, when I pictured us having this conversation, I didn’t think nudity and forgery would come into it.” I sighed heavily. “And you think you know me so well. ~ Molly Harper, #NFDB
1418:All those little feelings and emotions no therapist is interested in, because they are apparently too minor and intangible. The feeling that washes over you when another summer nears its end. Or when you recognize that you haven’t got your whole life left to find out where you belong. Or the slight sense of grief when a friendship doesn’t develop as you thought, and you have to continue your search for a lifelong companion. Or those birthday morning blues. Nostalgia for the air of your childhood. Things like that. ~ Nina George, #NFDB
1419:To be eight years old when last night one was merely seven, this is pleasure; to hope for birthday presents without any doubt of receiving some, this also is pleasure. And doubtless you now think so, my children, and it is quite right that so you should think: yet I tell you, from the sad knowledge of my older experience, that to every one of you a day will most likely come when sunshine, hope, presents and pleasure will be worth nothing to you in comparison with the unattainable gift of your mother's kiss. ~ Christina Rossetti, #NFDB
1420:Once Mamaw's eased her body onto the seat, pinning me in so tightly that a seat belt would just be redundant, we head out of the parking lot and onto the open road. Mamaw and Papaw have agreed to take me shopping for Mackenzie's birthday present, and we're heading out to The Square at the breakneck speed of thirty-four miles per hour.
"Slow down, Frank," my mamaw commands, patting my knee. "We've got precious cargo."
He eases up on the gas and I throw my head back and close my eyes, anxious and frustrated. ~ Alecia Whitaker,#NFDB
1421:Jane Fonda, who divided her life into three acts, decided after her sixtieth birthday that she was now facing the final act, and came to the following conclusion: "I thought to myself, well if that's the case and if what I'm scared of isn't death, but getting to the end with regrets, then I've got to figure out what would be the things that I would regret when I got to the last act if I hadn't done them or achieved them by then. And they were: having an intimate relationship and having made a difference." ~ Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, #NFDB
1422:Try not to let the excitement overwhelm you, but I have more good news.'
I groaned. I knew that tone of voice. 'Don't say it.'
'Vasily is back from Caryeva.'
'You could do the kind thing and drown me now.'
'And suffer alone? I think not.'
'Maybe for your birthday you can ask that he be fitted with a royal muzzle,' I suggested.
'But then we'd miss all his exciting stories about the summer auctions. You're fascinated by the breeding superiority of the Ravkan racehorse, right?'
I let out a whimper. ~ Leigh Bardugo,#NFDB
1423:Dear Mia,
What can I say? I don't know all that much about romance novels, but I think you must be the Stephen King of the genre. Your book is hot. Thanks for letting me read it. Anyone who doesn't want to publish it is a fool.
Anyway, since I know it's your birthday, and I also know you never remember to back anything up, here's a little something I made for you. It would be a shame if Ransom My Heart got lost before it ever saw the light of day because your hard drive crashed. See you tonight.
Love,
Michael ~ Meg Cabot,#NFDB
1424:Do you know I ate frog legs once?” Jonah asks. Uh-oh. “You what?” screams a horrified Frederic. “It’s true!” Jonah says, clearly not catching the stop talking look I’m shooting him. “We went to a French restaurant for our dad’s birthday and he ordered an appetizer of frog legs. Remember, Abby? We tried them! Both of us did!” “It was before I knew you,” I tell Frederic apologetically. “They tasted like chicken!” Jonah exclaims. He’s right. They did taste like chicken. “I think I’m going to throw up,” Frederic moans. ~ Sarah Mlynowski, #NFDB
1425:In Egypt in 1960, 30 percent of all children in the land around the Nile died before their fifth birthday. The Nile delta was a misery for children, with all sorts of dangerous diseases and malnutrition. Then a miracle happened. The Egyptians built the Aswan Dam, they wired electricity into people’s homes, improved education, built up primary health care, eradicated malaria, and made drinking water safer. Today, Egypt’s child mortality rate, at 2.3 percent, is lower than it was in France or the United Kingdom in 1960. ~ Hans Rosling, #NFDB
1426:My first car was kind of sad. My first car was when my parents had completely worn out their Toyota Corolla that they had for 16 years or something. They gave me, for my 19th birthday, this really ancient Toyota. So that was my first car. And I loved it. I thought it was amazing, and I drove it cross-country. It was not aesthetically appealing in any way. It was it fast. It did not handle well, but it lasted forever. I drove cross-country and back, and then I gave it to my sister, and she drove it for another 10 years. ~ Ethan Hawke, #NFDB
1427:The disorientation of meeting one’s sagging contemporaries, memories of a younger face crashing into the reality of jowls, under-eye pouches, unexpected lines, and then the terrible realization that one probably looks just as old as they do. Do you remember when we were young and gorgeous? Clark wanted to ask. Do you remember when everything seemed limitless? Do you remember when it seemed impossible that you’d get famous and I’d get a PhD? But instead of saying any of this he wished his friend a happy birthday. ~ Emily St John Mandel, #NFDB
1428:Wake up now, look alive, for here is a day off work just to praise Creation: the turkey, the squash, and the corn, these things that ate and drank sunshine, grass, mud, and rain, and then in the shortening days laid down their lives for our welfare and onward resolve. There's the miracle for you, the absolute sacrifice that still holds back seed: a germ of promise to do the whole thing again, another time. . . Thanksgiving is Creation's birthday party. Praise harvest, a pause and sigh on the breath of immortality. ~ Barbara Kingsolver, #NFDB
1429:She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.
So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me. ~ Cherise Sinclair,#NFDB
1430:Like the small boy who was given a hammer for his birthday and decided that everything in the world needed hammering, or like the proponents of modern science who try to fit all human experience to a model developed to make sense of physics, it’s all too easy to mistake a metaphors usefulness in one area for evidence that the metaphor should be applied everywhere—or, worse yet, for proof that the metaphor is somehow “true.” Just as with the boy—or the scientists—the result of this sort of approach is usually a mess. ~ John Michael Greer, #NFDB
1431:These marches, which left surviving Jews in Germany itself, were the last of the Nazi atrocities. The Belarusian Front of the Red Army began to shell Berlin on 20 April 1945, Hitler’s birthday; by early May it had met the Ukrainian Front in the German capital. Berlin fell, and the war was over. Hitler had ordered subordinates to apply a scorched earth policy to Germany itself, but he was not obeyed. Although much young German life was wasted in the defense of Berlin, Hitler could effect no further policies of mass killing.71 ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1432:How well worn they all were..."Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said when, on Meggie's last birthday, they were looking at all her dear old books again. "As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower, both strange and familiar. ~ Cornelia Funke, #NFDB
1433:Oh, that,' said Ginny, giggling. 'Well-Percy's got a girlfriend.' Fred dropped a stack of books on George's head. 'What?' 'It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater,' said Ginny. 'That's who he was writing to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was-you know-attacked. You won't tease him, will you?' she added anxiously. 'Wouldn't dream of it,' said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early. ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
1434:This seemed an obvious sign from heaven. I should stop trying to write...So the rejection on the fortieth birthday seemed an unmistakable command: Stop this foolishness and learn to make cherry pie. I covered up the typewriter in a great gesture of renunciation. Then I walked around and around the room, bawling my head off. I was totally, unutterably miserable. Suddenly I stopped, because I realized what my subconscious mind was doing while I was sobbing: my subconscious mind was busy working out a novel about failure. ~ Madeleine L Engle, #NFDB
1435:Though she’d begun to get a bit fat that winter, it was in February, around when her father found a toy poodle (sitting there, in the side yard, watchful and waiting as a person), and adopted it, that a weightlessness entered into Chelsea’s blood—an inside ventilation, like a bacteria of ghosts—and it was sometime in the fall, before her 23rd birthday, that her heart, her small and weary core, neglected now for years, vanished a little, from the center out, took on the strange and hollowed heaviness of a weakly inflated balloon. ~ Tao Lin, #NFDB
1436:Brother dear,” I said, “did your soul leave your body while Amos was talking, or did you actually hear him? Egyptian gods real. Red Lord bad. Red Lord’s birthday: very soon, very bad. House of Life: fussy magicians who hate our family because dad was a bit of a rebel, whom you could take a lesson from. Which leaves us—just us—with Dad missing, an evil god about to destroy the world, and an uncle who just jumped off the building—and I can’t actually blame him.” I took a breath. [Yes, Carter, I do have to breathe occasionally.] ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
1437:If you really love me, then why is it necessary to go out with the boys?” “Why can’t you show a little consideration for your family and give up that girl?” “If you really loved me, how could you forget our anniversary?—my birthday?” “How could you leave me and go out when you know how I worry?” There are hundreds of variations of these manipulations and games that people act out with each other while professing eternal love. On some level, everyone knows they are lying, which is why they are so defensive and dishonest. ~ Robert W Firestone, #NFDB
1438:When you go to war as a boy you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed; not you. . . . Then when you are badly wounded the first time you lose that illusion and you know it can happen to you. After being severely wounded two weeks before my nineteenth birthday I had a bad time until I figured out that nothing could happen to me that had not happened to all men before me. Whatever I had to do men had always done. If they had done it then I could do it too and the best thing was not to worry about it. ~ Ernest Hemingway, #NFDB
1439:He gives me a kiss that barely touches my lips – it means nothing or everything. After he’s gone, I think, Happy birthday to me. Jack says, ‘That was the guy?’ ‘That was him.’ Jake shakes his head. ‘What?’ ‘He’s not for you,’ he says. I say, ‘How do you know?’ but what I mean is, How do you know? ‘He’s like Ashley Wilkes,’ he says. ‘Any one of these guys is Rhett-ier than he is.’ Again, I ask my benignly inflected, ‘How do you know?’ ‘How do I know?’ he says, tackling me into a bear hug. ‘How do I know? I know, that’s how I know. ~ Melissa Bank, #NFDB
1440:She is an open and trusting child, unprepared for and unaccustomed to the ambushes of family life, and perhaps it is just as well that I can offer her little of that life. I would like to give her more. I would like to promise her that she will grow up with a sense of her cousins and of rivers and of her great-grandmother’s teacups, would like to pledge her a picnic on a river with fried chicken and her hair uncombed, would like to give her home for her birthday, but we live differently now and I can promise her nothing like that. ~ Joan Didion, #NFDB
1441:That might work," I said. "I'm good at faking it."
This led to a couple moments of uncomfortable silence from both of us.
"You didn't mean... ?" Morelli asked.
"No. Of course not."
"Never?"
"Maybe once."
His eyes narrowed. "Once?"
"It's all that comes to mind. It was the time we were late for your Uncle Spud's birthday party."
"I remember that. That was great. You're telling me you faked it?"
"We were late! I couldn't concentrate. It seemed like the best way to go. ~ Janet Evanovich,#NFDB
1442:…and so what I really mean is,” finished Lawrence, his face turning quite red, “sometimes, the counselors or professors or Mom and Dad say ‘Don’t you care that you don’t have many friends?’ And I say, ‘Not really. Because I have Vicky.’”
Then Lawrence had folded up the letter and shoved it in his pocket. “So…you know. I mean, I really like that we’re friends is what I’m saying. Happy birthday.”
Victoria had been so embarrassed that she had said, “Well…you…I…that’s very nice,” and then ignored him for the rest of the week. ~ Claire Legrand,#NFDB
1443:YOU’RE FORGETTING SOMETHING, Horus told me. A little busy here! I thought back. You might think it’s easy steering a magic boat through the sky. You’d be wrong. I didn’t have Amos’s animated coat, so I stood in the back trying to shift the tiller myself, which was like stirring cement. I couldn’t see where we were going. We kept tilting back and forth while Sadie tried her best to keep an unconscious Zia from flopping over the side. It’s my birthday, Horus insisted. Wish me happy birthday! “Happy birthday!” I yelled. “Now, shut up! ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
1444:I closed my eyes, wondering why it was no effort at all to call up the exact shade of his dark eyes, hostile as they were. I should be thinking about the bounty on our heads, not whether or not I’d get to see him again. Because of course I’d get to see him again; he’d probably try and stake one of my brothers, if not me. Hardly a promising start to a relationship.
Relationship?
What the hell was I thinking?
No doubt my impending birthday was making my head fuzzy. There was no other explanation. I just needed more sleep. ~ Alyxandra Harvey,#NFDB
1445:In Shanghai, I saw great contrasts. On one street there would be impressive shops selling copies of the latest word in glamorous European fashion, and around the corner on a back street there were poor families crammed into one room with a naked light bulb. One evening I heard a Chinese family singing "Happy Birthday." It was weird. You would have thought that they'd have their own happy birthday song. Every dominant society in the world - whether it's French or British or American - imposes its culture on less developed societies. ~ Doris Lessing, #NFDB
1446:Dave once asked me what blind people dream about. Mostly in sound and feeling, I replied. At night I fall in love with a voice, and then wake to a feeling of physical loss. Sometimes I close my eyes to a chorus of “Happy Birthday!” The smell of cake and the sound of feet under the table. I awake in a body that’s too big. I also dream in motion and sensation. My father’s boat and the snore of the mast; the rough fabric of the safety harness and the rip of Velcro. The sun on my legs. And endless stretch of water impossible to imagine. ~ Simon Van Booy, #NFDB
1447:the Sorcerer’s Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal. There have been many reports of the Sorcerer’s Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight). ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB
1448:Of those who really love their sons, few know how to do it. Some spoil them when they are young, and then quarrel with them when they are grown up, for having been spoiled; some love them like mothers, and attend only to the bodily health and strength of the hopes of their family, solemnize his birthday, and rejoice, like the subjects of the Great Mogul, at the increase of his bulk: while others, minding, as they think, only essentials, take pains and pleasure to see in their heir, all their favourite weaknesses and imperfections. ~ Lord Chesterfield, #NFDB
1449:Oh, that,' said Ginny, giggling. 'Well-Percy's got a girlfriend.'
Fred dropped a stack of books on George's head.
'What?'
'It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater,' said Ginny. 'That's who he was writing to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was-you know-attacked. You won't tease him, will you?' she added anxiously.
'Wouldn't dream of it,' said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early. ~ J K Rowling,#NFDB
1450:Happy Thirty-Third Birthday On your 33rd birthday, go to your local gas station and pick up the newspaper. The classified ads will have a small segment commemorating your birth and asking you to turn around. Upon looking behind you, a man dressed in a black cloak will be advancing in your direction. If you choose to run away, he will hunt you for the rest of your life, eventually killing you. However, if you await his arrival and show no intent of fleeing, he will give you a small package. Inside, you shall find the object you most desire. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1451:We walked on the beach, fed blue corn ships to the seagulls, and munched on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy and all the other free samples my mom brought home from work. I guess I should explain the blue food. See, Gabe had once told my mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a really small thing at the time. But ever since, my mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and brought home blue candy from the shop. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
1452:When I turned 50, I threw myself a big birthday party, and I looked seriously at what my life has been about. I recommend this to everybody. Ask yourself, "What have I done? How did I do it? Where'd I mess up? Where did I do well?" When I did this assessment of my life, I said to myself, "It was really good." I made a lot of people laugh, made a lot of people cry in a good way, brought a lot of joy to people, picked up a lot of garbage. And in all those years, I saw a lot. I went to foreign lands. I met interesting people. And I got it! ~ Bette Midler, #NFDB
1453:Instead she would find an underground passageway leading somehow from Wonderland to Hobbiton, a low but somehow cozy tunnel with rounded earthen sides and an earthen ceiling interlaced with sturdy roots that would give your head a good bump if you knocked it against any of them. A tunnel that smelled not of wet soil and damp and nasty bugs and worms, but one which smelled of cinnamon and baking apple pies, one which ended somewhere up ahead in the pantry of Bag End, where Mr. Bilbo Baggins was celebrating his eleventy-first birthday party ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
1454:Lately the commandant speaks more and more intimately of the führer and the latest thing- prayers, petroleum, loyalty- that he requires. The führer requires trustworthiness, electricity, boot leather. Werner is beginning to see, approaching his sixteenth birthday, that what the führer really requires is boys. Great rows of them walking to the conveyor belt to climb on. Give up cream for the führer, sleep for the führer, aluminum for the führer. Give up Reinhard Wöhlmann's father and Karl Westerholzer's father and Martin Burkhard's father. ~ Anthony Doerr, #NFDB
1455:Dear Hilde,
I assume you're still celebrating your 15th birthday. Or is it the morning after? Anyways, it makes no difference to your present. In a sense, that will last a life time. But I'd like to wish you happy birthday one more time. Perhaps you understand now why I send the cards to Sophie. I am sure she will pass them on to you.
P.S. Mom said you lost your wallet. I hereby promise to reimburse you the 150 crowns. You will probably be able to get another school I.D. before they close for the summer vacation.
Love from Dad. ~ Jostein Gaarder,#NFDB
1456:It was not by accident that Miles’s thirtieth birthday came up the week following, while he lingered in quiet ennui by the lakeside. It was the best place to ignore the event, unlike the capital where he was likely to be plagued with acquaintances and relatives, or at least Ivan, ragging him on the topic, or worse, inflicting a party on him. Though Ivan would doubtless be restrained by the knowledge that his turn would be next, in a couple of months. Anyway, Miles would really only be one day older, just like any other day. Right? The ~ Lois McMaster Bujold, #NFDB
1457:I’ve got an idea I want to run by you,” he murmured, his lids growing heavy.
Oh. Back to that. Ever since I’d returned, I’d been avoiding the subject of My Promise, hoping Brandon would take a hint.
In texts, he’d actually begun counting down the days left until my birthday—like he had a cherry countdown widget.
When I caught him sneaking a glance at my chest, his expression one of longing, I remembered a movie where one of the heroines had likened boobs to smart bombs. I’d laughed. Now I marveled at how right she’d been. ~ Kresley Cole,#NFDB
1458:Unfortunately, this past birthday, my son was up the entire night before, very sick with that horrible - I think it was called the Norovirus or whatever the hell that was that was going around. So I got it. And then my husband [Paul Scheer] got it. We were both fighting it because he had planned this whole day for me, and we were both pretending it wasn't happening. We were literally driving ourselves to a massage and facial that he had planned and at one point, I was like, "I can't drive anymore. I need to get in the passenger's seat." ~ June Diane Raphael, #NFDB
1459:[Paul Scheer] was kind of pretending to not be as sick as he was. And then we almost pulled into this spa when I finally called it and said, "I'm very ill. We need to go home." And he said, "I am, too." He said that he wasn't going to do his treatments, he was going to - by the way, these are great problems to have - he was going to lie in the men's relaxation room in between throwing up. I was like, "This is insane. We're sick, and we need to just acknowledge it. And it sucks that it happened on my birthday, but let's get back into bed." ~ June Diane Raphael, #NFDB
1460:We walked on the beach, fed blue corn ships to the seagulls, and munched on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy and all the other free samples my mom brought home from work.
I guess I should explain the blue food.
See, Gabe had once told my mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a really small thing at the time. But ever since, my mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and brought home blue candy from the shop. ~ Rick Riordan,#NFDB
1461:Delilah cancelled the spell, snapped the mirror shut, and held it out to her. “A late birthday gift for you. Sorry I didn’t wrap it, but I thought the trick would be fun.”
Ceony’s lips parted as she looked at the mirror. “Oh, Delilah, it’s so pretty. You didn’t have to—”
“Take it, take it,” she laughed, shaking the compact at her.
Ceony took it with a smile and traced the Celtic ornament with her fingers as she slipped it into her purse. “Thank you.”
“My birthday is in December,” Delilah said matter-of-factly. “Don’t forget. ~ Charlie N Holmberg,#NFDB
1462:My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me. Raise me a daïs of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. ~ Christina Rossetti, #NFDB
1463:We've become great friends with Rob Zombie, and I gave him my original script for Halloween for his 40th birthday. Like, Nicolas Cage was there with a shrunken head he brought as a gift, all these things, and I'm thinking, "What can I give Rob Zombie? This is very weird." And I just happened to look at my pile of scripts and I went, "My kids don't need all these. I think I'll give him my original Halloween script, since he told me that was his favorite movie, and I was his favorite actress from that time period." I said, "He deserves to have that." ~ P J Soles, #NFDB
1464:Few teachers realize that the purpose of teaching history is not the memorizing of some dates and facts, that the student is not interested in knowing the exact date of a battle or the birthday of some marshal or other, and not at all—or at least only very insignificantly—interested in knowing when the crown of his fathers was placed on the brow of some monarch. These are certainly not looked upon as important matters. To study history means to search for and discover the forces that are the causes of those results which appear before our eyes as ~ Adolf Hitler, #NFDB
1465:forty-five and eight fifteen. I know from the quality of the light, from the sounds of the street outside my window, from the sound of Cathy vacuuming the hallway right outside my room. Cathy gets up early to clean the house every Saturday, no matter what. It could be her birthday, it could be the morning of the Rapture—Cathy will get up early on Saturday to clean. She says it’s cathartic, it sets her up for a good weekend, and because she cleans the house aerobically, it means she doesn’t have to go to the gym. It doesn’t really bother me, this ~ Paula Hawkins, #NFDB
1466:Helena silently put down the phone and tiptoed to the bathroom door. What should she do? Run? Knock? Walk in? Get naked? And…how should she feel? Excited? Freaked out? Angry because he hadn’t called for three weeks? Relieved, because the wait was over and she could finally start asking all those questions swimming in her head? The door swung open, and Niccolo boldly stood before her in his birthday-suit-glory, his unforgettable diamond-cut abs glistening with drops of water. A whoosh of air left her lungs. I’m going with…naked and excited! ~ Mimi Jean Pamfiloff, #NFDB
1467:My first jailbreak began when a coarse-toothed mechanic’s file crashed through the window of the Deeper Harbour Police
Station at two in the morning. The file bounced three or four times before clattering to a halt among a scatter of shattered glass. The file spun a little and came to rest, like a compass needle pointing somewhere far off the edge of the map. Looking back from right here and right now I believe I would like to start this story right then—three days after I had just turned fourteen—spending my birthday in jail. - SINKING DEEPER ~ Steve Vernon,#NFDB
1468:The Hollywood comedienne Gracie Allen was so secretive about her age that even her husband, the fellow performer George Burns, didn't know her real date of birth. Various sources claim that Allen was born on July 26 in 1894, 1895, 1897, 1902, or 1906. Throughout her life, Allen claimed that her birth certificate was destroyed in the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, even though the earthquake occurred a few months before her alleged birthday. When asked about the discrepancy, Allen allegedly remarked, 'Well, it was an awfully big earthquake. ~ Richard Wiseman, #NFDB
1469:Why, I thought sadly, as he returned with his topcoat over his arm, why hadn’t my mother married someone like him—? Or Mr. Bracegirdle? somebody she actually had something in common with—older maybe but personable, someone who enjoyed galleries and string quartets and poking around used book stores, someone attentive, cultivated, kind? Who would have appreciated her, and bought her pretty clothes and taken her to Paris for her birthday, and given her the life she deserved? It wouldn’t have been hard for her to find someone like that, if she’d tried. ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
1470:For a very long time I worked and worked and worked, and then I looked up one day and all my friends were married with children. These married-with-children people were still my friends, but they'd become part of a community I wasn't in, a club I didn't belong to. Socially, their lives had completely changed, and they were busy. Their attention had turned to carpools and birthday parties and school tuition, and I was playing catch-up:"Wait, so we don't have game night anymore? You guys, who's free for dinner Saturday? Oh, absolutely no one? ~ Lauren Graham, #NFDB
1471:The vestiges of pagan religion in Christian symbology are undeniable. Egyptian sun disks became the halos ... The pre-Christian God Mithras ... had his birthday celebrated on December 25 ... Even Christianity's weekly holy day was stolen from the pagans ... Christianity honored the Jewish Sabbath of Saturday, but Constantine shifted it to coincide with the pagans' veneration of the day of the sun ... To this day, most churchgoers attend services on Sunday morning with no idea that they are there on account of the pagan sun god's weekly tribute- Sunday. ~ Dan Brown, #NFDB
1472:You’ll excuse me, Mrs. Graye,’ she said, ‘but ’tis the old gentleman’s birthday, and they always have a lot of people to dinner on that day, though he’s getting up in years now. However, none of them are sleepers — she generally keeps the house pretty clear of lodgers (being a lady with no intimate friends, though many acquaintances), which, though it gives us less to do, makes it all the duller for the younger maids in the house.’ Mrs. Morris then proceeded to give in fragmentary speeches an outline of the constitution and government of the estate. ~ Thomas Hardy, #NFDB
1473:I’m calling in one of my birthday presents, Tru,” he says softly. His eyes look opaque, heavy with desire.
“What do you want?” My voice is quiet, trembling.
Propping himself up on his elbow, I tilt my head back as he looks down at me.
He pulls my hair free from its knot, running his fingers through it.
“You.” He moves his face close to mine, staying a breath away, waiting for his invitation.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper.”
Excerpt From: Towle, Samantha. “The Mighty Storm.” iBooks.
This material may be protected by copyright. ~ Samantha Towle,#NFDB
1474:In the eulogy by the graveside, I told everyone how my sister and I used to sing to each other on our birthday. I told them that, when I thought of my sister, I could still hear her laughter, sense her optimism, and feel her faith. I told them that my sister was the kindest person I;ve ever known, and that the world was a sadder place without her in it. And finally, I told them to remember my sister with a smile, like I did, for even though she was being buried near my parents, the best parts of her would always stay alive, deep within our hearts. ~ Nicholas Sparks, #NFDB
1475:Were there two very different types of senator: on the one hand an unlucky, and maybe tiresome, few who refused to go along with the system, took the emperor’s jokes and displays far too seriously, made their opposition known and paid for it; on the other, the largely silent majority of men who were grateful to serve and prosper in the limelight of the imperial court, whoever the emperor was, were prepared to vote for book burning when required and did not think celebrating the emperor’s birthday or overseeing the dredging of the Tiber beneath them? In ~ Mary Beard, #NFDB
1476:There are times I think of us all and I wish we were back in second grade. Not really that young. But I wish it felt like second grade. I’m not saying everyone was friends back then. But we all got along. There were groups, but they didn’t really divide. At the end of the day, your class was your class, and you felt like you were a part of it. You had your friends and you had the other kids, but you didn’t really hate anyone longer than a couple of hours. Everybody got a birthday card. In second grade, we were all in it together. Now we’re all apart. ~ David Levithan, #NFDB
1477:When I woke the next morning, gray light suffused the bedroom curtains. Tom was still asleep, so I moved through my yoga routine, then tiptoed to the kitchen. A mountain breeze moved languidly through the pines and aspens surrounding our house. I opened the back door for Scout the cat and Jake the bloodhound, and reminded myself that today we were celebrating my only son’s seventeenth birthday. Okay, we were two months late. But, so what? I smiled and reflected that it was probably a good thing that I’d stayed up past midnight to frost the cake. ~ Diane Mott Davidson, #NFDB
1478:The horror of underage smoking veils a horror of teen and preteen sexuality, and one of the biggest pleasant empty dreams being pushed these days by Madison Avenue is that a child is innocent until his or her eighteenth birthday. The truth is that without firm parental guidance teenagers make all sorts of irrevocable decisions before they’re old enough to appreciate the consequences—they drop out of school, they get pregnant, they major in sociology. What they want most of all is to sample the pleasures of adulthood, like sex or booze or cigarettes. ~ Jonathan Franzen, #NFDB
1479:I am trying to stop being mystified. Important to concentrate on good hard facts. But which facts? One week before mu eighteenth birthday, on August 8th, did Pakistani troops in civilian clothing cross the cease-fire line in Kashmir and infiltrate the Indian sector, or did they not? In Delhi, Prime Minister Shastri announced “massive infiltration…to subvert the state:; but here is Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, Pakistan’s Foreign Minister, with his riposte: “We categorically deny any involvement in the rising against tyranny by the indigenous people of Kashmir”. ~ Salman Rushdie, #NFDB
1480:i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) ~ e e cummings, #NFDB
1481:What more shall I say: born under light bulbs, deliberately stopped growing at age of three, given drum, sang glass to pieces, smelled vanilla, coughed in churches, observed ants, decided to grow, buried drum, emigrated to the West, lost the East, learned stonecutter's trade, worked as model, started drumming again, visited concrete, made money, kept finger, gave finger away, fled laughing, rode up escalator, arrested, convicted, sent to mental hospital, soon to be acquitted, celebrating this day my thirtieth birthday and still afraid of the Black Witch. ~ G nter Grass, #NFDB
1482:I Don’t Care Anymore,” Hellyeah “Ballad of a Prodigal Son,” Lincoln Durham “Battleflag,” Lo Fidelity Allstars “How You Like Me Now (Raffertie Remix),” The Heavy “Black Honey,” Thrice “Bourbon Street,” Jeff Tuohy “Cellophane,” Sara Jackson-Holman “Drive,” Joe Bonamassa “Fake It,” Bastille “Heathens,” twenty one pilots “Jekyll and Hyde,” Five Finger Death Punch “Lovers End,” The Birthday Massacre “Meth Lab Zoso Sticker,” 7Horse “Bad Reputation,” Joan Jett “Peace,” Apocalyptica “Send Them Off!,” Bastille “Tainted Love,” Marilyn Manson “Take It All,” Pop Evil ~ Rachel Caine, #NFDB
1483:On his thirty-first birthday, Lewis wrote, in a famous passage, “This day I completed my thirty first year. . . . I reflected that I had as yet done but little, very little indeed, to further the hapiness of the human race, or to advance the information of the succeeding generation. I viewed with regret the many hours I have spent in indolence, and now soarly feel the want of that information which those hours would have given me had they been judiciously expended.” He resolved: “In future, to live for mankind, as I have heretofore lived for myself.”5 ~ Stephen E Ambrose, #NFDB
1484:He gives me a kiss that barely touches my lips – it means nothing or everything.
After he’s gone, I think, Happy birthday to me.
Jack says, ‘That was the guy?’
‘That was him.’
Jake shakes his head.
‘What?’
‘He’s not for you,’ he says.
I say, ‘How do you know?’ but what I mean is, How do you know?
‘He’s like Ashley Wilkes,’ he says. ‘Any one of these guys is Rhett-ier than he is.’
Again, I ask my benignly inflected, ‘How do you know?’
‘How do I know?’ he says, tackling me into a bear hug. ‘How do I know? I know, that’s how I know. ~ Melissa Bank,#NFDB
1485:A birthday is a very big thing. It should be big from the minute you wake up. It should be such a big thing—all day long—that you fall down into sleep that night all worn out from so much bigness. You get a present with paper on it, you can open that in just a minute. And then, depending on what's inside, a birthday can sort of lose its shine. And then what do you got? No birthday. No big thing. So what I wanted for my sweet little boy was a birthday that would be big and last all day long.
Nobody should be able to mess with that, or make it not safe. ~ Catherine Ryan Hyde,#NFDB
1486:How about it, kids?” he said before we left for the game. “I could rent Caesar out at birthday parties. Halloween parties. I could take pictures of Caesar eating a piece of birthday cake. Or a picture of a kid riding Caesar on his birthday. We could build a saddle.” “Caesar doesn’t eat cake,” Luke said. “He likes kids, though. We could take pictures of Caesar eating a kid at his last birthday party. Then we could take pictures of the hysterical mother trying to pull the tiger off her only child. Then we could take pictures of Caesar devouring the mother,” I said. ~ Pat Conroy, #NFDB
1487:Not fair? Oh, I'm sorry I get this lovely laptop computing device when all you get is the ability to walk, control your hands, and know you'll survive until your eighteenth birthday." Then the kid was going, "Uh, I didn't mean..." But Tad wasn't done yet. While the whole class watched in horror, he put his hands through the metal support braces on the arms of his wheelchair and forced himself to stand up. Then he took a shaky little step to the side, gestured toward the chair, and said, "Why don't you take a turn with the laptop? You can even have my seat. ~ Jordan Sonnenblick, #NFDB
1488:I gave up on being Nice. I started putting more value on other qualities instead: passion, bravery, intelligence, practicality, humor, patience, fairness, sensitivity. Those last three might seem like they are covered by “nice,” but make no mistake, they are not. A person who smiles a lot and remembers everyone’s birthday can turn out to be undercover crazy, a compulsive thief, and boring to boot. I don’t put a lot of stock in nice. I’d prefer to be around people who have any of the above qualities over “niceness,” and I’d prefer it if that applied to me, too. I ~ Anna Kendrick, #NFDB
1489:Suppose a hen is about to lay an egg. Before she gives birth, do you think the egg is already there? Yes, of course. It is inside. You also were inside before you were outside. That means that before you were born, you already existed-inside your mother. The fact is that if something is already there, it does not need to be born. To be born means from nothing you become something. If you are already something, what is the use of being born? So, your so-called birthday is really your Continuation Day. The next time you celebrate, you can say, "Happy Continuation Day. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1490:There was a nook in the house that contained what they called the Turkish Room, which was for intimate conversation. And when my mother had her sixth birthday, her grandmother led her into the Turkish Room. They were both named Inez. And on that day Big Inez gave Little Inez a plantation all her own. Two thousand acres. Then her little sister came running in and said, “Grandmother, can I have a plantation too?” And Big Inez looked down and said, “Child, your name is Alice. You were named for your Yankee grandmother. Go ask your Yankee grandmother for a plantation. ~ Adam Gopnik, #NFDB
1491:After blowing out the candle in one puff once the song was over, she took a careful bite. He waited for her to spit it back out, but she actually swallowed, then took a second bite. "Try it," she said around the mouthful. "It's pretty good."
Sailor figured she was pulling his leg, but it was her birthday after all. He took a bite. And felt his eyes widen. "I'm a culinary genius." Actually, the cake was chewy and dense, but there was no salt instead of sugar, which, in his book made this a win.
But even better was seeing Ísa smile with open happiness. ~ Nalini Singh,#NFDB
1492:Then: how can a birthday mean nothing? Then: a reminder that time will tell. Then this phrase: item of mortality: three words that mean a baby, a person; more—the item of mortality could mean the whole book, like I was somehow holding an item of mortality in my hands. Then: this world of sorrow. When I read those words I felt again the weight of my own sorrow, the world I carried on my own back; and at exactly the same time the fact that someone somewhere sometime else had thought of the world as a world of sorrow too made the weight on my own back feel a bit better. ~ Ali Smith, #NFDB
1493:unaccustomed to the ambushes of family life, and perhaps it is just as well that I can offer her little of that life. I would like to give her more. I would like to promise her that she will grow up with a sense of her cousins and of rivers and of her great-grandmother’s teacups, would like to pledge her a picnic on a river with fried chicken and her hair uncombed, would like to give her home for her birthday, but we live differently now and I can promise her nothing like that. I give her a xylophone and a sundress from Madeira, and promise to tell her a funny story. ~ Joan Didion, #NFDB
1494:Vero
TO ONE I LOVE TO ONE I GIVE
THIS VERY SPECIAL BIRTHDAY GIFT
THE LOVE I HAVE THE LOVE I SHARE
WITH YOU FOR AS LONG AS YOU LIVE
NOT 12 0 1 OR 11 59
BUT 12 ON THE DOT
I WISH TO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY
I LOVE YOU
THROUGH OUR DOWNS AND UPS
HOPE I THE FIRST
AND WISH YOU MANY MORE
SWEETEST VERO
MOON TO MY SUN
SUN TO MY MOON
THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU
............................
AT LEAST FOR TODAY
JUST KIDDING
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU MORE AND MORE
EVERY SINGLE DAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY
~ david bailey,#NFDB
1495:Because I am still learning to walk and talk, and it is a million times easier to be cynical and wield a sword, than it is to be open-hearted and stand there, holding a balloon and a birthday cake, with the infinite potential to look foolish. Because I still don't know what I really think or feel, and I'm throwing grenades and filling the air with smoke while I desperately, desperately try to get off the ground: to get elevation. Because I haven't learned the simplest and most important thing of all: the world is difficult, and we are all breakable. So just be kind. ~ Caitlin Moran, #NFDB
1496:Treat your career like a bad boyfriend. Here's the thing. Your career won't take care of you. It won't call you back or introduce you to its parents.Your career will openly flirt with other people while you are around. It will forget you birthday and wreck your car. Your career will blow you off if you call it too much. It's never going to leave its wife.Your career is fucking other people and everyone knows but you. Your career will never marry you. (...) If your career is a bad boyfriend, it is healthy to remember you can always leave and go sleep with somebody else ~ Amy Poehler, #NFDB
1497:I know how it is," Madame Appeline said, narrowing her slanting eyes slightly over her ice-cream smile. "There is a feeling deep down inside you, isn’t there? All the time. It bothers you. You don’t really know what it is, or how to describe it. You do not have a Face for it. And so you scan all the Face catalogues, and ask for Faces for every birthday because perhaps, just perhaps, if you had the right Face, you might understand what you are feeling. You need to find that Face." She leaned forward slightly. "Do go and look at our exhibition rooms, Miss Childersin. ~ Frances Hardinge, #NFDB
1498:The first thing I did when I was forty years old, I put handcuffs on and I jumped off Alcatraz prison and swam to San Francisco handcuffed. That made national publicity. Then, there were three or four years where I would do more difficult feats. Another birthday I towed a thousand pound boat across the Golden Gate. On my 65th Birthday I towed 65 boats a mile and a half in Tokyo. On my 70th Birthday I towed 70 boats with 70 people in it with my feet and hands tied a mile and a half in Long Beach.... My next Birthday I will be 93. I'm gonna tow my wife across the bathtub. ~ Jack LaLanne, #NFDB
1499:When he was six, Victor had made a card for his father’s birthday. On heavy drawing paper, he had written in big, multicolored letters: i love you dad. Now all that was past, over and done with. Bruno knew that things would only get worse, that they would move from mutual indifference to loathing. In a couple of years his son would try to go out with girls his own age; the same fifteen-year-old girls that Bruno lusted after. They would come to be rivals—which was the natural relationship between men. They would be like animals fighting in a cage; and the cage was time. ~ Michel Houellebecq, #NFDB
1500:Coup de foudre; perhaps it was real. One went from believing, when twenty, that it was the one kind of love that was real, to believing, once closer to forty, that it was not only fragile but false--the inferior, infantile, doomed love of twenty-year-olds. Somewhere between, the norms of one culture of love were discarded, and those of the other assumed. When did it happen, at midnight of one's thirty-first birthday? On the variable day that, while browsing a grocery-store aisle with a man, the repeating refrain of the rest of one's life for the first time resounds in one's ear? ~ Susan Choi, #NFDB
120 Integral Yoga
9 Poetry
9 Occultism
7 Yoga
4 Christianity
3 Philosophy
3 Fiction
2 Mysticism
1 Psychology
1 Hinduism
1 Buddhism
101 The Mother
89 Satprem
13 Sri Aurobindo
9 Nirodbaran
7 Sri Ramakrishna
5 Aleister Crowley
4 Nolini Kanta Gupta
4 A B Purani
3 William Wordsworth
3 James George Frazer
3 H P Lovecraft
2 William Butler Yeats
2 Plato
2 Carl Jung
10 Agenda Vol 13
10 Agenda Vol 07
10 Agenda Vol 05
9 Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo
9 Agenda Vol 10
9 Agenda Vol 08
7 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
7 Agenda Vol 09
7 Agenda Vol 06
7 Agenda Vol 01
5 Some Answers From The Mother
5 Agenda Vol 12
5 Agenda Vol 04
4 Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo
4 Agenda Vol 11
4 Agenda Vol 03
3 Wordsworth - Poems
3 The Golden Bough
3 The Bible
3 Magick Without Tears
3 Lovecraft - Poems
2 Yeats - Poems
2 Symposium
2 Questions And Answers 1957-1958
2 Questions And Answers 1955
2 Crowley - Poems
2 Agenda Vol 02
0.00 - THE GOSPEL PREFACE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
Sri Ramakrishna's birthday
February 1942
0.03 - Letters to My little smile, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
The period around August 15, Sri Aurobindo's birthday.
Series Three - To "My little smile"
0.07 - Letters to a Sadhak, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
on my birthday.
Yes, he spoke to me about it. But you must know that yoga frees
--
On my last birthday, your parting words to me were:
"Keep your faith." I am still wondering what exactly
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In my birthday book Sri Aurobindo has written,
"Rise into the higher Consciousness, let its light control
0.10 - Letters to a Young Captain, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
What is the meaning of one's birthday, apart from its
commemorative character? How can one take advantage
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Because of the rhythm of the universal forces, a person is supposed to have a special receptivity on his birthday each year.
He can therefore take advantage of this receptivity by making good resolutions and fresh progress on the path of his
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On the cards that You send to people on their birthdays, often You simply write: "Bonne fête to X, with
my blessings." But sometimes You write various other
0.12 - Letters to a Student, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I would like to know the true meaning of birthdays,
for it is an important day here.
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From the viewpoint of the inner nature, the individual is more receptive on his birthday from year to year, and thus it is an opportune moment to help him to make some new progress each year.
Blessings.
0.13 - Letters to a Student, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
fifth and ninth, and one's birthday?
In search of a knowledge truer than ordinary knowledge.
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The birthday in finding out the purpose of life.
Blessings.
0 1954-08-25 - what is this personality? and when will she come?, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
I dont know to whom I was mentioning this today (I think it was for a birthday3 No, I dont know now. It was to someone who told me he was 18 years old. I said that between the ages of 18 and 20, I had attained a constant and conscious union with the Divine Presence and that I had done this ALL ALONE, without ANYONES help, not even books. When a little later I chanced upon Vivekanandas Raja Yoga, it really seemed so wonderful to me that someone could explain something to me! And it helped me realize in only a few months what would have otherwise taken years.
I met a man (I was perhaps 20 or 21 at the time), an Indian who had come to Europe and who told me of the Gita. There was a French translation of it (a rather poor one, I must say) which he advised me to read, and then he gave me the key (HIS key, it was his key). He said, Read the Gita (this translation of the Gita which really wasnt worth much but it was the only one available at the timein those days I wouldnt have understood anything in other languages; and besides, the English translations were just as bad and well, Sri Aurobindo hadnt done his yet!). He said, Read the Gita knowing that Krishna is the symbol of the immanent God, the God within. That was all. Read it with THAT knowledgewith the knowledge that Krishna represents the immanent God, the God within you. Well, within a month, the whole thing was done!
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Mother received each disciple individually on his birthday.
The Mother of Ananda, or the Creative Power's aspect of Joy.
0 1956-10-28, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
Sweet Mother, my birthday is the day after tomorrow, the 30th. I come to place my inner situation before you so that you may help me take a decision.
I am facing the same difficulties as before my departure to Hyderabad, and I have made the same mistakes. The main reason for this state is that, on the one hand, words and ideas seem to have lost all power over me, and on the other, the vital elan which led me thus far is dead. So upon what shall my faith rest? I still have some faith, of course, but it has become totally ABSTRACT. The vital does not cooperate, so I feel all withered, suspended in a void, nothing seems to give me direction anymore. There is no rebelliousness in me, but rather a void.
0 1957-10-08, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
I shall soon have completed the revision1 of The Life Divine and The Human Cycle, so I believe I shall have done the best I could, at present, to serve you. October 30th is my birthday. Could I leave immediately thereafter?
It is not because I am unhappy with the Ashram that I want to leave, but because I am unhappy with myself and because I want to master myself through other means.
0 1958-07-06, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
And it is always like that. I never ask for anything, but if by chance I say to myself, Hmm, wouldnt it be nice to have that, mountains of them pour in! So last year, I made an experiment, I told Nature, Listen, my little one, you say that you will collaborate, you told me I would never lack anything. Well then, to put it on a level of feelings, it would really be fun, it would give me joy (in the style of Krishnas joy), to have A LOT of money to do everything I feel like doing. Its not that I want to increase things for myself, no; you give me more than I need. But to have some fun, to be able to give freely, to do things freely, to spend freely I am asking you to give me a crore of rupees1 for my birthday!
She didnt do a thing! Nothing, absolutely nothing: a complete refusal. Did she refuse or was she unable to? It may be that I always saw that money was under the control of an asuric force. (I am speaking of currency, cash; I dont want to do business. When I try to do business, it generally succeeds very well, but I dont mean that. I am speaking of cash.) I never asked her that question.
0 1959-08-15, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
August 15th, Sri Aurobindo's birthday.
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0 1960-10-15, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
Of course, I dont say, All right, now lets meditate! So on his birthday Ill have to sit down and tell him, Now we are going to meditate that way hell feel sure. What childishness!
Its so funny the thing in itself doesnt exist for people. Whats important to them is their attitude towards the thing, what they think of it. How odd!
0 1960-10-30, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
(After a meditation with Mother on the occasion of the disciple's birthday. At the outset of the conversation, Mother had given the disciple a small leather wallet with an Egyptian fresco depicted on it.)
Let me see the wallet (Mother looks at it) Ah, so that has nothing to do with it!
0 1961-10-30, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Well, mon petit, heres an experience for your birthday!
When I began to see this yesterday, I said, Ah, weve struck gold! I dont even know why, but it was the way you presented the thing, the way you explained that the most unconscious and the most conscious meet.1 That was the the thread or the key, I dont know. Then I followed the thread and came to this experience. And its still going on today.
0 1961-11-05, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
The Arya began in June 1914, and the first issue was scheduled to come out on August 15, Sri Aurobindos birthday; and the war broke out before the first issue appearedon August 3, I believea very interesting point. June 21 was Paul Richards birthday,4 so on that day we announced the coming publication of the Arya and that the first issue would appear on August 15. Between June 21 and August 15, the war broke out. But since everything was ready we went ahead and published it.
I wrote in my book that Paul Richard intended to bring out simultaneously in Paris a Review of the Great Synthesis. Is this true?5
0 1962-02-24, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
For a long time, several months, things were constantly on the brink, and dangerously so; I felt they could go either this way or that. Then on my birthday1 something suddenly tilted. All at once a formation seemed to have been lifted, a formation weighing terribly on I wont say on what, because it appeared to be everything it was lifted with the sweep of a hand, exactly the same movement Sri Aurobindo used for taking away illnesses.2
It has made a tremendous change for this body, as though I had abruptly gotten out of a very tight corner.
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I should mention that three or four days before my birthday something apparently very troublesome happened5 (it could have been troublesome, anyway), and it made me wonder: Will I be able to do what I have to on the 21st? I wasnt happy about it. No, I said, I cant let these people down when theyre expecting so much from this day; thats not right. So throughout the 20th I stayed exclusively concentrated in a very, very deep, very interiorized invocation, not in the least superficial, far from all emotions and sentiments something really at the summit of the being. And I remained in contact with That, for everything to be truly for the best, free from any false movement in Matter whatsoever. And that night I was CLEARLY cured; I mean I followed the action and saw myself really and truly cured. When I got up in the morning, I got up cured. All the things I constantly had to do, all the tapasyas just to keep going, were no longer necessarysomeone had taken charge of everything, and it was all over and done with. And on the morning of the 21st, with a crowd of two thousand and some hundred people, it went perfectly smoothly, without the slightest hitch. Then in the afternoon I had that very special experience for my legs.
So on the 21st morning I could say quite spontaneously and unhesitatingly, Today the Lord has given me the gift of healing me. (I was speaking in English about the things people had given me, and I said, and the Lord has given me the gift of healing me.)
0 1962-06-20, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I had thought I would be able to see X for his birthday in December, but I dont know if I will have resumed my active life by thenit would greatly surprise me. Because, to tell the truth, if things are the way I have seen them (the way I have seen and felt them), then at the least a very serious beginning of transformation should be taking place and well, for that, you know years are nothing! Years are no time at all. Everybodys in a hurry, absolutely insisting I resume my life; for the moment, I see no possibility of it.
But I dont know anything.
0 1962-08-18, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Then Mother speaks of the collective meditation held on August 15, Sri Aurobindos ninetieth birthday.)
Mon petit, we had a meditation here on the 15th, at ten oclock.2 At a quarter to ten, I was sitting here at the table in a total silence. And then I cant say Sri Aurobindo came, for he is always here, but he manifested in a special way. Concretely, in the subtle physical, he became so tall that, sitting cross-legged as they do here, he covered the whole compoundeven extended a bit beyond it! He was literally sitting upon the compound; so to the extent that the people meditating were not closed, they were all inside him. He was sitting like that (not on their heads!), and I could feel (I was here, you see) the FRICTION of his presence in the subtle physicalan utterly physical friction! And I saw him (as you well know, I am not shut up in here [the body]), I saw him sitting there, very tall and perfectly proportioned; and then he started gently, gently descendingthis descent is what caused the frictiongently, very gently, so as not to give people a shock. Then he settled there and stayed for a little more than half an hour, a few minutes more, like that, absolutely still, but fully concentrated on all the people they were inside him.
0 1962-11-17, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
August 15th, 1947 is the birthday of free India. It marks for her the end of an old era, the beginning of a new age. But we can also make it by our life and acts as a free nation an important date in a new age opening for the whole world, for the political, social, cultural and spiritual future of humanity.
August 15th is my own birthday and it is naturally gratifying to me that it should have assumed this vast significance. I take this coincidence, not as a fortuitous accident, but as the sanction and seal of the Divine Force that guides my steps on the work with which I began life, the beginning of its full fruition. Indeed, on this day I can watch almost all the world-movements which I hoped to see fulfilled in my lifetime, though then they looked like impracticable dreams, arriving at fruition or on their way to achievement. In all these movements free India may well play a large part and take a leading position.
The first of these dreams was a revolutionary movement which would create a free and united India. India today is free but she has not achieved unity. () The old communal division into Hindus and Muslims seems now to have hardened into a permanent political division of the country. It is to be hoped that this settled fact will not be accepted as settled for ever or as anything more than a temporary expedient. For if it lasts, India may be seriously weakened, even crippled: civil strife may remain always possible, possible even a new invasion and foreign conquest. Indias internal development and prosperity may be impeded, her position among the nations weakened, her destiny impaired or even frustrated. This must not be; the partition must go.8 ()
0 1963-01-12, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
You understand, there are only 365 days in a year, and we are including the visitors who come specially for their birthdays, nearly 1,300 people. Most people I dont see, but some I have to: people like Nolini, Amrita, Pavitra, Champaklal,2 I cant but give them a moment. Then there are people who come from Africa, from Europe, and who ask to see me before leaving, so
So I am listening to you now.
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Ive had a very interesting experience (not personal). Did you know Benjamin3? His psychic being had left him quite some time ago and, as a result, to the surface consciousness he seemed a bit derangedhe wasnt deranged but diminished. And he lived, as I said, out of habit. The physical consciousness still held a minimum of vital and mind and he lived out of habit. But the remarkable thing is that sometimes, for a few seconds, he would live admirably, in full light, while at other times he couldnt even control his gestures. Then he left altogether: all the accumulated energy dwindled little by little, little by little, and whatever remained left his body. It was just on his birthday, on December 30 (the night of December 30). He left. So they did as is always done: they cleaned his room, took out the furniture. Since then, there had been no sign of him. Yesterday evening, after dinner (which is about the same time he left twelve days ago), I was in concentration, resting, when suddenly here comes a very agitated Benjamin who tells me, Mother, theyve taken all the furniture out of my room! What am I to do now!? I told him gently, Do not fret, you dont need anything any more. Then I put him to rest and sent him to join the rest of his being.
Which means it took twelve days for all his elements to form again. You see, they burned his body. (He was Christian, but his familyhis wife is alive and his brother toofound it less costly to let us handle it than to bury him as a Christian! So they had him cremated.) We cremated him, but I demanded a certain interval of time,4 although in his case it was really a gradual exhaustion and nothing much remained in his body; nonetheless, even then the consciousness is flung out of the cells violentlyit took twelve days to form again. It wasnt his soul (it had already left) but the spirit of his body that came to me, the body consciousness gathered in a well-dressed, neat Benjamin with his hair neatly brushed. He was quite trim when he came to me, just as he would have been in life: he always wanted to be well-groomed and impeccable to see me, that was his way. It took twelve days to gather together because I didnt see to it (I can do it in a few hours but only if I see to it), but in his case, his soul having been at rest for a long time, it didnt matter much. So over twelve days it took form again and when he was ready (laughing), he came to reoccupy his room! And there was no furniture left, nothing!
0 1963-01-14, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Then Mother examines the list of people she will receive the following days and the birthday greetings to be given.)
February 2 is C.s birthday, so Ill give him a meditation, because these are people who still believe in meditation! (Mother laughs)
It has become quite an entertaining little field of experiences, by the way. Because nowadays I send people cards, and I have lots of cards, innumerable kinds of cards2 (C. spends his time preparing them), and automatically, whenever I have to write a card for someone, it isnt as I decided beforeh and (because sometimes I decide beforehand), the choice is made at the last minute: THIS is the card I must send and THIS is what I must say. I neednt worry about it, it comes just in time. Then I only have to get up, go find the card, write, and its all over. People will tell me (precisely those who lead a spiritual life), What! You make such a trifle the object of a spiritual experience! And its the same with ALL small things: what object to be used, what perfume to put on, what bath salts, all manner of futile, frivolous, unimportant thingsHow shocking! I dont even make an effort to find out or to (think, thank God I dont think!), it just comes: this, that, that. Not saidKNOWN. It isnt even said, I am not told, Do this, never. Its KNOWN: Ah, here we are, thats it! And I choose and do itvery comfortable!
0 1963-02-19, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
And I am, of course, harassedpeoples idea of celebrating my birthday!
After this experience, I was expecting to see some truly exceptional things these last few days, because really this Presence is so concrete, so concrete! But compared to that concrete, our concreteness is so thin and lifelesswhat we call life is some sort of of mushy thing!
0 1963-02-23, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
We have a great mathematician here who comes from Madras regularly, Dr. V. (you know him, dont you?), and for my birthday,1 he played around with the figures of my date of birth and made up with them a square with small compartments (what a painstaking work it must be!): any way you read it, it always adds up to the same figure. Admirable. The figure is 116. Heavenly mathematics, all that (!) and it is supposed to be my number of years. But I find it a little on the short side. Because if the present pace is any indication, 116 doesnt leave me many years, thirty years or so yes, some thirty years, thats all. What can you achieve in thirty years?! The way things are moving, oh! When Sri Aurobindo said three hundred years, I think he gave the minimum figure.
Well see.
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But then, they had brought a four-year-old with them. Today was his birthday. They sent me some money for the child and asked for a card of blessings. I refused to give the card and threw the money back at themquite bluntly. I said, Tell these people that they are selfish and stupid, and I want nothing from them. And I banged on the table. Oh, oh! Everyone was petrified. (Mother laughs) The doctor was there, and Nolini, Champaklal, Amrita. Something in me was laughing a lot! Oh, they thought I was in a terrible fit: Theyll see what will happen to them! And you know, those vibrations are familiar to metheyre terrifying, mon petit. Not human. When it comes, its fearsome, people are in a cold sweat. And I watch it all like a spectator!
Fairly often, its Sri Aurobindo. But this time it was entirely impersonal. It was something that WILL NO LONGER tolerate in the world a certain kind of selfish stupidityto trample this childs finer feelings just because she isnt stupidly attached to her family (who didnt even give her a single thought all the time she was here, she didnt exist for them).
0 1963-10-30, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(On the occasion of Satprem's birthday Mother writes the following message:)
A day shall come when all the beautiful dreams will become real, with a reality far more marvelous than anything we can dream of.
0 1964-01-22, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Now, its a little better, but it has become Why not me? Mother has seen such and such a category of people, therefore the entire category has a right to be seen! The birthdays1 too, it depends on the ages and occupations: if I see people of a certain age and occupation on their birthdays, all those of about the same age and similar occupation have a RIGHT to comethey have the rightand it is my DUTY to see them. And when I say that I dont have the time theyre upset.
Its a farce, you know! And that farce has been going on since 1929.
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Mother receives certain disciples on their birthdays.
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0 1964-01-29, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
For a long time people have been like bubbling champagne, you know, always wanting to know, Whats going to happen? What can we expect? A big to-do. I answered, I dont know. I dont know I am not trying to know, I am not looking at it, I am not concerned with it: when it comes, it will come. Then, several times (while I was writing birthday cards or letters), several times, it was as if clearly dictated to me, Prepare yourself for the Truth-Light that is descending. And its clearly this: the Truth-Light that is going to manifest the Truth-Light that is descending the Truth-Light that is preparing its manifestationall sorts of sentences kept coming to me like that, but always the Truth-Light. Then I understood that this was what was going to happen.
And now its something as solid as cement (which means its material) and ab-so-lute-ly EVEN, you know, even, not one ripple of form, absolutely flat as a slab of marble, and without beginning or endlimitless, you cant see its end: its everywhere. Everywhere, and everywhere the same. Everywhere the same. A color like a sort of gray (a gray, the gray of Matter) that would contain a golden light, yet doesnt shine: it doesnt shine, it doesnt have a luminosity of its own, but it contains light. It doesnt radiate, it isnt luminous, yet its a gray with a golden light in it the gray of the most material Matter, of stone; gray, you know. But it contains that light: its not inert, not insensitive, not unconscious, yet it is MATTER.
0 1964-02-05, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
In this connection, I have noticed another thing, that I no longer know in the same way the languages I know! Its very peculiar, especially for English. There is a sort of instinct based on the rhythm of the words (I dont know where it comes from, maybe from the superconscient of the language) that lets you know whether a sentence is correct or notits not at all a mental knowledge, not at all (thats all gone, even the knowledge of spelling is completely gone!), but its a sort of sense or feeling of the inner rhythm. I noticed this a few days ago: in the birthday cards, we put quotations (someone types the quotations, sometimes he makes mistakes), and there was a quotation from me (I didnt at all remember having written it or having thought it either). I saw itit was in English I saw it, and in one place it was as if you tripped: it wasnt correct. Then there came to me clearly, Put this way and that way, the sentence would be correct. (To say this mentalizes it too much: its a sort of sensation, not a thought, but a sensation, like a sensation of the sound.) With the sentence written this way, the sound is correct; with the sentence written that other way, using the same words but reversing their order (as was the case), the sentence isnt correct, and to correct that sentence where the order of the words had been reversed, it was necessary to add a little word (in that case it was it), and then, with the sound it, the sentence became correct. All sorts of thingsif I were asked mentally, I would say, I havent the faintest idea! It doesnt correspond to any knowledge. But so precise! Extraordinary.
And I understood that this is the way of knowing a language. I always had it in French when I wrotein the past it was less precise, more hazy, but there was the sense of the rhythm of a sentence: if the sentence has this rhythm, its correct; if its incorrect, the rhythm is missing. It was very vague, I had never tried to go deeper into it or make it more precise, but these last few days it has become very accurate. In English I find it more interesting, because, of course, English is less subconscious in my brain than French is (not much less, but a little less), and now its instantaneous! And then so obvious, you know, that if the greatest scholar were to tell me, No, I would answer him, You are wrong, its like this.
0 1964-02-22, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(The day after Mother's eighty-sixth birthday. Mother first reads the translation of the message she gave on the 21st:)
It was translated in an interesting way. I read it, then I concentrated (A. was sitting here, not moving or saying anything), so first I said a word or two to him to establish the atmosphere. Then I remained quiet, and it simply cameit isnt exactly a translation:
0 1964-08-15, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Message for Sri Aurobindo's birthday)
Avoid the imagination that the supramental life will be only a heightened satisfaction of the desires of the vital and the body; nothing can be a greater obstacle to the Truth in its descent than this hope of glorification of the animal in the human nature. Mind wants the supramental state to be a confirmation of its own cherished ideas and preconceptions; the vital wants it to be a glorification of its own desires; the physical wants it to be a rich prolongation of its own comforts and pleasures and habits. If it were to be that, it would be only an exaggerated and highly magnified consummation of the animal and the human nature, not a transition from the human into the Divine.
0 1964-10-14, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
But just imagine, I have some important birthday cards to write, and I was warned one month in advance! I was warned, I was told repeatedly, Write these things down. So common sense says, But theres time!Write these things down. So I wrote them down. And now, if I had to write them, it would be quite a bother!
All the time, all the time, I receive indications, which seem so trite! And for everything, the smallest thing: Dont put this object like this: put it like that (Mother moves an object on her table), and suddenly something happens and it breaks or falls. Its really very interesting.
(Mother consults her timetable) Streams, dozens of people write to me, I WANT to see you, I WANT to see you. Thats how it is: I WANT to see you on my birthday, I WANT Now I answer very bluntly, Impossible, no time, without any explanation. But some days, I am free, so the list gets longer, there are fifteen, twenty, twenty-five people. If you think about it, it appears impossible; you go there, you put yourself in a certain state, you call the Lord and live in His Eternity and then its over before you even know it!
Life is on the verge of becoming wonderful but we dont know how to live it. We still have to learn. When we truly learn, it will be something.
0 1964-10-17, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Regarding the cards Mother sends the disciples on their birthdays. Those cards generally contain an indication of the effort or realization to be achieved during the new year.)
What a work it is, you know!
You understand, with people from outside (about 200 people to whom I also send cards, maybe a little more), and all the Ashram people (except for very rare exceptions), it makes about 1,500 cards a year. There are only 365 days; so you can figure out how many cards have to be written every day. D. comes every morning with my breakfast and a list of all the birthdays, and before seeing people or starting my work, I have to satisfy all those birthdays!
It keeps you busy!
0 1964-10-24a, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
On the 18th, I had an interesting experience. It was the doctors birthday and I gave him a meditation, and after the meditation, he asked me to write for him what I had seen during the meditation. I had no intention of doing so, but an hour later, that is, at lunch time
To be clear, I should tell the whole story from the beginning.
0 1964-11-04, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Mother points to a pile of papers on her table:) You see, its all like that, its a snowball. All my life its been like that with everything I touch, everything I do: it snowballs. So when it comes to material things, youre absolutely deluged! And now my time is spent like that. Every day, ten, twenty people ask to see meits impossible. And yet, as far as I can, I do it. Those birthday cards here alone there are 1,200 or 1,300 (in a year, that makes quite a few every day), but thats nothing, there are all the people from outside, entire families! So every day I write twenty, twenty-five cards.
But one cant say anything, its good. Its good in the sense that there is a great change in people, they are all much more interested in Yoga, much more, and in an unexpected way. But then difficulties are increasing in proportion, and expenses also are increasing in proportion that too snowballs!
0 1964-12-07, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(To Satprem:) Ill see you SaturdaySaturday is Mademoiselles birthday. How old will you be?
(Sujata:) Thirty-nine.
0 1965-06-02, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Oh, listen, it was Y.s birthday the other day. I told her to come. She came: her face was exactly like her monkeys! She sat down in front of me, we exchanged a few words, then I concentrated and closed my eyes, and then I opened my eyesshe had the face of the ideal madonna! So beautiful! And as I had seen the monkey (the monkey wasnt ugly, but it was a monkey, of course), and then that, Ah! it struck me, I thought, What wonderful plasticity. A face oh, a truly beautiful face, perfectly harmonious and pure, with such a lovely aspirationoh, a beautiful face! Then I looked a few times: it was no longer one or the other, it was it was something (what she usually is, I mean), and it was behind the veil. But those two visions were without the veil.
And for me thats how it is, I dont see people, I no longer see (but that has been going on for a long time), I no longer see the way people do, the way they are used to seeing. At times someone tells me, Have you noticed, so-and-so is like this or like that? I answer, No, I havent seen anything. And at other times I see things no one else sees! Its a much more complete development than simply switching from one vision to the other.
0 1965-06-09, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
This is advice to childlike mentalities (childlike not in terms of age), the same thing as, You say that you cant love the Lord because you have never seen Him. Its the same kind of level. But I like it because at least they dont pretend to be intelligent. And yesterday a child announced to me that it was his birthday and that there were two questions he wanted to ask me, in English: Where does God live? or Where is the house of God? (something of the sort) and Can I ever see Him? So I replied to him just as one replies to a child, with the childs simplicity:
God lives everywhere and in everything,
0 1965-06-30, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I saw the eye doctor the other day, because it was his birthday. He came (I didnt know he was a doctor: I was asked to see him for his birthday, I said yes), he came and someone must have told him I had eye troubles (!) or whatever, I dont know; so he had prepared eye drops! He came, sat down, and then I looked at him (as I look at everyone, to see). Then he looked very surprised (Mother smiles), I dont know why, and he said very timidly, I brought drops for you, but I dont think you need them. (Mother laughs) He looked quite surprised!
(silence)
0 1965-08-15, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Message for Sri Aurobindo's birthday:)
Some day surely
0 1965-08-21, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
On the 15th, at the balcony, Sri Aurobindo was there. He had come and he went out on the balcony with me. I didnt say anything to anybody, not to anybody at all. And there is a little girl, about fifteen years old now, who is considered here as a bad pupil, erratic, fanciful (they had even talked of sending her away), but once I asked her to come for her birthday, and as for me, I found her a fine girl (!) And she wrote to me two or three days ago that on the 15th, at the Darshan, she saw Sri Aurobindo on my right. And she asked (laughing), Is it true?
It quite amused me. I said to myself, So much for their moral judgments on the pupils here! Thats how it is.
But nowadays I dont see the children anymore; formerly I used to see them every day, or at any rate once a month regularly I would see them. When I went to the Playground, I saw them every day. But now I no longer do, except a few on their birthdays.
But I found this interesting. Maybe some others saw him too, but didnt tell me. But she wrote to me, Well, I saw Sri Aurobindo standing beside you, is it true?
0 1965-10-30, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Mother improvises on her organ for Satprem's birthday. The organ, long unused, gives a few creaks.)
There.
0 1965-11-03, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Before going into the music room where Mother will play the organ for the birthday of Sunil, a disciple who is a musician.)
The other day I told you about that comet, and something amusing has happened. Just for fun I said to myself, Oh, it would be quite interesting to see this comet as it can be seen through the most powerful telescope ever invented. And barely had the thought come (it was last night) when I heard, Look. So I opened my eyes, and I saw the comet, big like this, very big, as it could be seen with the most powerful telescope, quite bright, with its tail! And the interesting thing was that just beside it (not like the comets tail, but just next to it), there was a star, a sort of star, but quite small, and very bright, which seemed to me of a very peculiar interest.
0 1966-03-02, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Things are getting tighter and tighter. I work till 9:30 at night to prepare the birthday cards for the next day.
I saw an amusing little occurrence last night. I wanted to see you (or was trying to see you) and you were in a room just next doorthere was infernal noise! A noise of people talking and talking. Ashram people. Its strange, its the first time that noise has disturbed me in a dreamwhat a din they were making in there! I felt like telling them, Do shut up!
0 1966-03-26, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Yesterday evening, after I had written that message (I wrote it in the evening, not in comfort but that was the only time I had; the light wasnt good, but anyway I did it), after I had written, I felt a strong pain here, in my temples. Ah, I said, now I know! Now and then, after having listened to lots of people and especially after having written lots of birthday cards, answers to letters there is a sort of strange heaviness in my temples (and Ive never had headaches in my life, thats not like me!), and I say to myself, Whats this new decrepitude?! Then I noticed it wasnt that: its my eyes. Its because I havent yet found the secret of how to use my eyes. As I said just before, at times I see with extraordinary precision: things seem to come towards me to show themselves its so clear that the minutest detail is perceived. Thats one extreme. The other extreme is what I have already told several times: a sort of veil. I know things, they are in my consciousness, but I see just clearly enough not to bump against them or knock them over; everything, everything seems to be behind a veil; only I know where things are, so I find them, or I dont bump against them or break them, but thats not because I see I see a picture behind a veil, as it were. Thats the other extreme. In between the two, there are all sorts of gradations. And I am convinced its to show me that my eyes are still capable of seeing accurately the instrument is still very good, but I dont know how to use it. I dont know how to use it, because previously I used it as everyone uses his eyes, his hands, his feet, out of a sort of habit, more or less consciously I was very proud of my consciousness! ([Laughing] We are always very proud!) Very proud to have such conscious hands; in the past, for instance, I would sometimes say, I want twelve sheets of paper, then I would stop bothering about itmy hand would go and take, and there were twelve of them. That had been happening for a long, a very long time, but it would happen AT CERTAIN TIMES: when I was in the required state, that is, when there wasnt the intrusion of an arbitrary will. So all this is a field of experiment and study in very small details, absolutely insignificant in themselves, but very instructive. And it goes on all the time, twenty-four hours a day, night and day (at night its on other planes), but all this takes place in the physical, a more or less subtle physical.
This morning, there was a very amusing story. I was rinsing my eyes and mouth; I do it before daybreak, that is, with electric light. And in my bathroom there is an emergency light. Its one of the latest inventions: its connected to the power and as long as there is power, the light remains off and a battery inside gets charged; as soon as the power fails, the light turns on and the battery is discharged to keep the light on. Its very well made, they invented it for hospitals and other places where any power failure must be avoided: as soon as the power goes, the light turns on instantaneously, and when the power returns, it goes off and gets recharged for the next time. They installed it for me in the bathroom. And this morning while I was washing my teeth, poff! the light went off. I continued, naturally, since I had that emergency light. But then, I did a study. The lights in C.s room (and everywhere) were on, it was only here, in this group of rooms. That was an odd phenomenon to begin with. Then I looked, and while I looked I noticed something I hadnt taken note of all these last few days: a will to disorganize all my personal life. And causing power failures is one of the known occult methods (I dont know how its done, in fact, but that man who wrote books and came here a very long time ago, Brunton, said it was one of the tricks known to those who practice occultism: a sudden failure of the lights). There are lots of other such tricks designed to disorganize peoples lives with the idea of frightening them or announcing catastrophes to them (I have always found this very childish). But then, I saw that there was (I think I know where, here, it comes from) a will for disorganization, and I saw the path it followed (winding gesture as if Mother were going back to the source). It had begun last night, in the middle of the night: when I got up around midnight, I saw a will wanting to preoccupy me with thoughts of money! And it was insisting: the thought that everything was going wrong, and so on. I saw that in the middle of the night. I was busy with other things, but I saw that will: formations; and naturally I dealt with them as they deserved. But I saw that it went on, trying to disturb people, to make them uncomprehending, and then to turn the power off, all sorts of silly things. Its not the first time it has happenedits not always the same people because generally, when they have tried and got a good knock in return, they dont try a second time, theyve had enough! But there are others who think they are very clever and want to prove to me (laughing) that they are right and I am wrongbecause ultimately it always comes to that! So I spent half an hour this morning, before they restored the power and I resumed my usual activities, half an hour having huge fun following the thread (same winding gesture going back to the source) wherever there was mischief, and then I very kindly answered.
--
Mon petit, I dont know what comparison I should use, but I am certain there are some things that are invisible this way (Mother rotates her wrist in one direction), and visible that way (gesture in the other direction). My impression is that what we see as a considerable difference between the tangible, the material, and the invisible or the fluid, is only a change of position. Perhaps an internal change of position because it isnt a physical, material change of position, but it is a change of position. Because I have experienced this I dont know how many times, hundreds of times: like this (gesture in one direction), everything is what we call natural, as we are used to seeing it, then all of a sudden, like that (gesture in the other direction), the nature of things changes. And nothing has happened, except something within, something in the consciousness: a change of position. Do you remember that aphorism in which Sri Aurobindo says that everything depends on a change in the relation of the sun-consciousness and the earth-consciousness?2 When I read it the first time, I didnt understand, I thought it was something in the very subtle realms; and then, very recently, in one of those experiences, I suddenly understood, I said, But thats it! It isnt a shift since nothing moves, yet it is shift, it is a change of relation. A change of position. Its no more tangible than that, thats what is so wonderful! Oh, the other day, I found another sentence of Sri Aurobindos: Now everything is different, yet everything has remained the same. (It was on one of my birthday cards.) I read that and said to myself, Oh, thats what it means! Its true, now everything is different, yet everything has remained the same. We understand it psychologically, but its not psychological: its HERE (Mother touches matter). But until one has a solid base From the standpoint of concrete, physical, material things, I dont think theres anyone more materialistic than I was, with all the practical common sense and positivism; and now I understand why it was like that: it gave my body a marvelous base of equilibrium. It prevented me from having the very sort of madness we were talking about earlier.3 The explanations I asked for were always material, I always sought the material explanation, and it seemed obvious to me theres no need of any mystery, nothing of the sortyou just explain things materially. Therefore I am certain this isnt a tendency to mystic dreaming in me, not at all, not at all, this body had nothing mystic! Nothing Thank God!
I saw that (not in my head, because for me there are no such limits), in this sort of conglomerate, here: the nearest explanation is a shifta shift, the angle of perception becoming different. And its not really that, words are incorrect, because its far more subtle and at the same time far more complete than that. I have watched the change several times; well, this change gives you, to the outward consciousness, the sense of a shift. A motionless shift, meaning that you dont change places. And its not, as we might be tempted to think, a drawing within and a drawing without, its not that at all, not at allits an angle of perception that changes. You are in a certain angle, then you are in another. I have seen small objects of that sort for the amusement of children: when those objects are in a certain position, they look compact and hard and black, and when you turn them another way, they are clear, luminous, transparent. Its something like that, but its not that, thats an approximation.
0 1966-07-27, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Today is the birthday of Jyotin, the gardener. He brought me this, look! (Mother gives a double pink lotus) Its beautiful.
The day man will be like this
0 1966-08-10, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Last time2 I realized that I hadnt had such a silent contemplation for months, maybe, I am so overwhelmed with workwork which consists in writing birthday cards, signing, seeing people. On Monday, in the afternoon, I saw thirteen birthdays; yesterday there were twelve of them; tomorrow, there will be another twelve. You understand, the number of people is increasing, and they come from everywhere; some even come from Africa for their birthdays. That makes about two thousand a year, which is how many a day?
A Polytechnician3 came here with R. [the architect of the future Auroville]. There were nine who came with R.; among them is a Polytechnician who sent me a note asking, Are you God?
0 1966-08-15, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Message for Sri Aurobindo's birthday:)
Not the blind round of the material existence alone and not a retreat from the difficulty of life in the world into the silence of the Ineffable, but the bringing down of the peace and light and power of a greater divine Truth and consciousness to transform Life is the endeavour today of the greatest spiritual seekers in India. Here in the heart of such an endeavour pursued through many years with a single-hearted purpose, living constantly in that all-founding peace and feeling the near and greatening descent of that light and power, the way becomes increasingly clear. One sees the soul of India ready to enter into the fullness of her heritage and the hour of an unparalleled greatness approaching when from her soil shall go forth the call and the leading to the highest destinies of the race.
0 1966-08-24, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Mother laughs heartily, then goes on) While I take my food, they bring me birthday cards to sign along with the food. At breakfast, I eat a little, then sign cards, then eat a little more, then they ask me for appointments Thats how it is.
You should have someone to do some policing.
--
But I remember that when I woke up, I recalled it was on your birthday that I last played.
Sunil asked me to play for him; I told him I had stopped playing: I cant play anymore, my hands have lost the habit. The power to transcribe what comes is no longer there (I do hear the music, but I cant transcribe it anymore). Its like something that has been forgotten. Then he told me it didnt matter, that even if I played a few notesthree or four notesit would be enough. But I have noticed that the first time I play after a long time without playing, I play much better than afterwards. You understand, I always try not to be the one to play, because I no longer know how to (how long has it been? At least sixty years since I truly played, except occasionally, so the whole knowledge of the hands has gone: they are clumsy, they cant play anymore). The only thing I try to do is to have someone (either a musical spirit or a musical entity) use these hands, to have something come and use these hands; and generally, it works fairly well the first time, then the hands start again wanting to try to know, so its all over. They must be absolutely plastic, without personal will.
0 1966-10-08, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(The conversation is about Satprem's forthcoming birthday. We publish it despite its personal character, for the "rhythmic" significance of birthdays is of general interest and there is always, as Mother says, a curve from the past that doesn't readily connect with the curve of the future.)
It will soon be your birthday.
I can see that what we call birthday is an opportunity to take stock. Thats why people consult astrologers on certain dates.
The individual has a certain relationship or set of relationships with the Universal, and there must be a rhythm, things recur automatically at the same point in time. So every year, it should be possible to take stock with regard to whats below and whats above, or to whats behind and whats ahead.
It must be like that, because for you, the stocktaking began at the beginning of this month. And then it results in those birthday cards and in what I am going to tell you on your birthday. (None of this is thought out: it comes just like that, its very amusing, I witness a continuous spectacle.) And I saw something very interesting, maybe thats what I wanted to tell you for your book.1
Its like the meeting of two curves: one curve coming from the past and another curve going towards the future, and that day is the meeting point of these two curves. So then, I saw your book as a sort of culmination of the curve coming from the past. And there is a point that isnt yet clear in your thought or your conception there (gesture above the head): its something that belongs to the ascending curve of the future. That point is where the difficulty is: the movement that belongs to the curve of the past has difficulty connecting with the movement of the future. I see it as a graph. Its not a thought: its a graph. There is a point where the two curves havent connected.
0 1966-10-12, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Whenever I remain outside action like that and you are here, thats always what comes, always. Last time also, when I saw those two curves of your being the curve of the past and the curve of the future meeting on your birthdaywell, it was again in this light.
But today And limitless, you know, outside time, outside spacemagnificent! The great, great repose. And when you are here, its always like that. That must be where you draw your inspiration from. It must be from there. Its good! (Mother laughs) And very pleasant, I dont know how to explain. Very pleasant. And absolutely silent, but conscious, very conscious, and in perfect tranquillitylight, light, light, nothing but that: the essence of light.
0 1966-10-26, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Its the first time it has been so complete: it was no longer at all my hands that were playing, no longer at all. Its the first time. I dont know if it will be like that for the 30th [Satprems birthday].
***
0 1966-10-29, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
So, what would you like to tell me for your birthday?
Id like to do more for you, and better.
0 1967-02-18, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Do you know little S.?1 Have you ever spoken to her? Ive heard she beats sixteen-and seventeen-year-old boys at logic and new mathematics. I saw her today. She is obviously quite remarkably intelligent. And yesterday was her birthday. You know that Y. (her adoptive mother) has gone into hospital; and when she went she asked me to send something to Thoth every day (you know who Thoth2 is dont you?), because it seems that whenever he receives something from me, he is quite calm for two hours. Very well. So I sent something the first day (that was yesterday). And yesterday was little S.s birthday. I thought that rather than for her to fetch from the secretary the fruit I give for Thoth, it would be better if she came to see me at ten and Id give her her card and her bouquet of flowers at the same time. But then, everything is disorganized and not very efficient: she wasnt informed. When she came it was too late because it was 10:30 or 11 while I had said before ten. So she wrote me a letter. I saw the girl today, she is really very intelligent, no doubt about that, and here is her letter. (Note that when she came to live with Y., she knew French because she had learned it with the Sistersshe was a pupil at the Mission some three years agoand for three years Y. has been giving her French lessons.) So here is the childs letter:
(translation)
0 1967-02-21, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Message for Mother's eighty-ninth birthday)
When darkness deepens strangling the earths breast
0 1967-03-02, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Then it is question of Mothers last birthday, on February 21, and the difficulty in containing the increasingly chaotic stream of outer activities.)
I live amidst a growing confusion. It has one advantage, I see that very clearly: there can no longer be any automatism. When you live a well-organized life, things become automatic thats not possible anymore, at each minute the consciousness must be like a guiding light that is projected in order to know what must be done. I clearly see its meant to be like that. Its deliberate.
--
And it has become more precise after February 21. There were one or two very difficult days around the birthday, then a kind of adjustment took place inside, and afterwards came the experience. It was the outcome. There really is a change.
One has to be a little attentive and careful not to bump into things or drop them: the gestures are somewhat wobbly. Its very interesting. It must be a transitional phase, which will last until THE true consciousness is established; then it will have a wholly different functioning from the one it had previously, but with a precision that one can foresee will be incalculable. And of a very different order. With many things, for instance, the vision is clearer with eyes closed than with eyes open, but the same clarity is beginning (it began long ago), beginning to come with open eyes; they see differently (gesture showing the inside of things).
0 1967-08-15, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Message for Sri Aurobindo's ninety-fifth birthday:)
But in any case the Divine Power is working always behind and one day, perhaps when one least expects it, the obstacle breaks, the clouds vanish and there is again the light and the sunshine. The best thing in these cases is, if one can manage it, not to fret, not to despond, but to insist quietly and keep oneself open, spread to the Light and waiting in faith for it to come: that, I have found, shortens these ordeals.
0 1967-09-13, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
They tell me, Your look purifies me. I dont want to go into such considerations and do not answer anything, but there is only the Presence and the Action. I dont even try to know, neither what happens nor how nor what He does nor what takes placenothing. The only thing that comes into me (into this consciousness) is the state of the person who is there: thats very clearly recorded. (Laughing) The other day, there was a very amusing experience. A girl here has taken a fancy to a gentlemannei ther of them is very young, that is, they are neither children nor young people: they are both over thirty, or between twenty-five and thirty. So she writes him letters, long letters, sends him sweets, sends him flowers, and he passes it all on to me. (There is nothing more than that.) It was her birthday, and she must have had a rather guilty conscience, I supposeas for me, I had completely forgotten the story. She came for her birthday, I received her as I always do, in the same wayand suddenly, gnawing pains, cramps, sharp pains in the stomach. I wondered, Whats going on in her? What is all this? And it went on for quite a while, I had to make a little concentration to make it go. Then in the afternoon, the gentleman (I dont think they meet) sends me a letter and a box of sweets she had sent him. Ah! (Laughing) I said, So there! She was afraid I would scold her and had gnawing pains in the stomach! There you are. Thats how it is, you understand, its a kind of work in a general unification. And peoples reactions are felt in my body, thats how I become aware of it, conscious of it. (Laughing) At times its bliss, at other times stomach cramps!
Its amusing.
0 1967-10-19, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
The doctor has had another fall (just on the eve of his birthday), he fell and hurt his arm, it seems theres internal bleeding. This morning he told me it would take more than two months to heal. But its everywhere, with everything, everything: people fall ill just when they shouldnt (and they are cured when its not necessary they be cured!). A generalised little malice, constantly, you understand. I tell them (the invisible beings), You are stupid, but theyre very happy to be told theyre stupid, they say, They must be quite upset to say were stupid!
And I saw Yesterday was the doctors birthday, I gave him a meditation (he had asked for one). Before the meditation, he asked me very sweetly, Oh, I would like peace in my whole body, my body doesnt have peace. I put Peace. For a quarter of an hour he was blissful, then there suddenly came (gesture floating in the atmosphere at a rather low level) something like a cloud, and he had a kind of unconsciousness: miserable, miserable, so miserablehe was appalled. So I had to stop the meditation. And it wasnt him: it didnt come from him, you understand, I saw it (same floating gesture). As for me, I see it, so it doesnt matter I see it, I even see the nature of it, the suggestions it gives and so on. It comes with such power that I am compelled to see it I see. So there is only ONE solution (so far): the absolute stillness of the supreme Force but no retaliation, simply like this (inflexible, still gesture). Then, after a time, it exhausts itself and falls away. But one must hold out, and few people are able to hold outits hard. Its hardits nasty, mean, like that (gesture at ground level), and VERY MATERIAL, very material: it touches the cells, disturbs the order. The body starts feeling ill at ease, uneasy: Whats the matter? Ill at ease. And its like that in everyone; when they ask me what it is, I tell them, Keep stillpeace, peace, peace, peace, like that.
If you try to reply, its much stronger than you: it comes in, and then the disorder is inside and you fall ill. Or you fall to the ground like the doctor.
0 1967-10-28, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Ah, let me show you a photo that was taken the other day, on P.s birthday (Mother holds the photo out to the disciple).
Its not me looking here: its when I give a bath of the Lord.
0 1967-10-30, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(For Satprems birthday, Mother gives three cards which all depict ships, as well as a metal tray on which a ship is also painted.)
This (the tray) is for fun!
0 1967-11-08, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Mother begins by reading out the message for All India Radio [in English] that she intends to broadcast for February 21, 1968, on the occasion of her ninetieth birthday.)
It is not the number of years you have lived that makes you old. You become old when you stop progressing. As soon as you feel you have done what you had to do, as soon as you think you know what you ought to know, as soon as you want to sit and enjoy the results of your effort, with the feeling you have worked enough in life, then at once you become old and begin to decline. When, on the contrary, you are convinced that what you know is nothing compared to all that remains to be known, when you feel that what you have done is just the starting point of what remains to be done, when you see the future like an attractive sun shining with innumerable possibilities yet to be achieved, then you are young, howsoever many are the years you have passed upon earth, young and rich with all the realisations of tomorrow. And if you do not want your body to fail you, avoid wasting your energies in useless agitation. Whatever you do, do it in a quiet and composed poise. In peace and silence is the greatest strength.
--
Then the 11th is M.s birthday. She was born on the eleventh of the eleventh month of 1911eleven is the number of progress. Spiritually, she may not be very interested, but materially she is a woman who really likes and wants to do things well; what she does she likes to do well.
***
0 1968-01-10, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Already at this hour, theyve made me write some twenty birthday cards, so a sort of fatigue comes over the eyes, thats the trouble. Then I close my eyes, and when I do so they all think Ive fallen asleep! (Laughing) And as theyre very nice, they politely wait until I wake up!
(Mother starts copying the message, then hesitates)
0 1968-02-20, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(In the weeks preceding February 21, her ninetieth birthday, Mother has had hardly any time to eat or sleep, spending hours to see people, work, write letters and so on. Satprem remarks that she does not look tired.)
If there werent peoples thought, the collective suggestion, and maybemaybea subconscious suggestion (the cells may possibly still be subject to a subconscious suggestion, thats possible), otherwise, with a few seconds of (gesture of drawing within), like that, plunging back into the Supreme Consciousness everything is fine, I am never hungry (and dont feel the need to eat), I am never sleepy (and dont feel the need to sleep). Only, there is, still the old suggestion, and also peoples whole thought that if I dont eat Ill become weak and fall ill; that if I dont sleep Ill get tired and fall ill that sort of refrain. The cells dont believe in it but You understand, they think they have a duty to eat and a duty to sleep, otherwise And I clearly see that work isnt AT ALL what tires me: I am not more tired after having seen forty, forty-five, fifty people than after having seen one ill-disposed person. Especially there are atmospheres that are corrupt, in the sense that those people instinctively loa the truth (there are such people they arent even aware of it), and it causes a malaise, it still causes a malaise. And one minute, just one minute of someone coming in with that atmosphere is enough, you understand then I have to concentrate, to make an effort. Sometimes I have to (gesture showing the Force coming down to strike), there are people to whom I say, Youd better keep still, otherwise something is going to happen to you. I dont even think it, you understand, but the Force goes like this (gesture). Not with many, but now and then there are such people.
--
Happy birthday, Mother!
(Mother takes Satprems hands)
0 1968-08-28, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
The 23rd was A.s birthday. Poor man, I thought, hes come here, I must see him. I called him, and he sat down. And all of a sudden, just like that, right away, the head started workingnot head, not thought (Mother draws kinds of currents or waves passing through her), I dont know how to explain; it wasnt a thought: it was kinds of visions, of perceptions. Then I asked him questions, and he noted them down (Mother holds out to Satprem a typewritten note). He only noted my questions, not his replies.
Mother said
0 1968-10-26, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
So the next time is your birthdaya new birth.
(silence)
0 1968-10-30, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Regarding the message Mother has given to Satprem for his birthday.)
Here are the Light and the Divine Love which are always with you on the path, every outcome of which is only the starting point for a new stage.
--
What would you like to ask me for your birthday?
You dont have anything to ask?
--
There is a photo of Sri Aurobindo along with the birthday card.
***
0 1968-12-11, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(To Sujata:) What do you want for your birthday?
I want to offer myself more integrally.
0 1968-12-25, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
And I carried out two or three tests with him. For example, he boasted he could get me all the money I needed; so I told him, I need; make it come. (He spoke of lakhs and lakhs, crores of rupees.2) I said, Very well, I need this much, make it come.It never came. You understand, I felt he had boasted of having powers. He had been living there (still is) in the midst of quite a primitive population that was wonderstruck by the least expression of power; he was used to being regarded as quite a powerful and superior being, and as soon as he came into contact with us and with people accustomed to Sri Aurobindos visions and to being in another world than this purely vital world, he found himself quite at sea. He stayed away for three years, I think, or two years. Hes coming for his birthday (Ill see him on the 29th), but the last times I gave him meditation, it was well, there are lots and lots of people like that in India. He has a power that only acts in a very ordinary vital. And nothing really superior.
And as regards the quality of vision, there was quite a curious story. K.s mother had come here with a married daughter who had just lost her son (a young man who died suddenly). They came here, she was quite unhappy, and when she came to see me, I saw her son in her own atmosphere. I told her, Your son is with you. If you have the true attitude, you can come into contact with him and feel his presence there. She left from here, went to see X, and as they always do, asked him what he knew about her son. X told her authoritatively, Your son has gone into a shepherd. So naturally, shes lost all confidence in me, because I dont tell her things with a dogmatic authority, while he spoke like that, with assurance; so she felt sure he was right! There may be a small part of her son that went into a shepherd (!), I have no idea; as for me, what I saw was the psychic part. But shes lost all confidence, shes never come to see me again. So thats troublesome. It proves hes quite shut inside himself and inside his own conception.
0 1969-02-22, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Mother hands to Satprem the message she has given for February 21, her ninety-first birthday anniversary:)
It is only immutable peace that can make possible eternity of existence.
0 1969-03-19, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Yes, the way of seeing, way of feeling, way of reacting, of doingcompletely new, and based on this I might say, this eternal Smile, like that (same vast, rhythmical gesture, like great wings). And thats completely new. When I see people I havent seen for a long time (those I see once a year, on their birthdays), now when they come its completely different: this Consciousness immediately becomes active, it takes its stand between me and the person, like this (gesture like a rampart), and it starts speaking to them, telling them things. And I am a spectator. I dont speak, of course, I dont say anything, I remain like that, but I see this Consciousness begin to act, telling people giving them extraordinary revelations. Things I wouldnt say, it tells them (in silence, naturally). And it immediately discovers, it knows what the persons difficulty is, the sensitive spot on which pressure can be applied to bring about change. its surprising.
I see a lot of people, and I can imagine that while this Consciousness is so active, its really useful.
0 1969-04-02, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Yes, I am going to see him for his birthday.
He came to see me and have me hear this music.1
0 1969-05-31, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Today was Ys birthday She came, and (smiling) started telling me that the latest scientific discoveries are absolutely wonderful, that they have found how thoughts are formed and travel from one person to another (Mother laughs). I couldnt help telling her, Yes, thats what yogis already knew!
Well, indeed. Really!
0 1969-08-16, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Of August 15, on Sri Aurobindo's birthday.
***
0 1969-10-29, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Yes, but the whole of life is like that. I try and try, but everyone comes for birthdays, for visits, for And yet I dont take everyone. Its become frightful.
I want to do one thing: twice a week, the days when you come, Ill refuse to see people.
--
(Soon afterwards, regarding Satprems coming birthday, and his last meeting with the healer.)
Ive tried to see what I could give you. I dont know. Dont you need anything? If you do, tell me. What? Is there nothing of which youd say, Oh, if I had that? Dont you ever say that to yourself?
0 1969-11-05, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I wanted to tell you something amusing. You know that I havent played [music] there for two yearsimpossible. The other day it was Sunils birthday, and he told me, Oh, you should play something to me for January 1st. I said, Ill try. I went there, sat down, and my hands started playing. For a few minutes, I didnt hear a single sound of what I was playing! Then, little by little, the sound came, and I played for some ten minutes. And it came all by itself, as if I had last played yesterday! So I complimented my body! I said to it, Its fine. I was happy because I thought, It hasnt lostit was easier than the last times I played! It came like this (dancing gesture), it was having fun finding the notes.
And someone played, I dont know whonot someone human. It consoled me somewhat! (Mother laughs)
0 1969-11-19, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
But I could note (thats the time when I wash up, when I take my breakfast, write the birthday cards and all that), I could note that all the work could be done without the consciousness being altered. Thats not what altered my consciousness: what veiled my consciousness was seeing people; that was when I began being here and doing what I do every day: projecting the divine Consciousness on people.
But it has come back (what could I call it?) on the fringe, I mean that instead of BEING in it, when you asked me I began perceiving it. But the sensation is no longer therethere was nothing left BUT THAT, you understand! There was nothing left but that, and everything, everything had changedin appearance, in meaning, in
0 1969-12-31, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
You know that I am in contact with a few Ethiopians (I think its the country that has remained the most Christian all over the earth). Theres a boy whos a secretary in the embassy in Delhi (Ethiopias embassy), and hes quite taken, quite, and then (laughing) it was his birthday two days ago, and he came with a gift . Something in wood (in ebony), big like this, with my photo on one side, Sri Aurobindos photo on the other side, and in between a silver cross. And on the cross, at the junction of the two branches, there was on one side my symbol, and on the other side, Sri Aurobindos symbol . Whats in his head?!
Horrible!
0 1970-01-07, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Do we keep it for August 15 [Sri Aurobindos birthday]?
Why not give it on February 21 [Mothers birthday]?
But then, without signature? I cant sign Sri Aurobindoit would look like a forgery! So without signature.
0 1970-03-14, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
But its every day like that, mon petit! Its its absolutely frightful. There are only these two days, Wednesdays and Saturdays, otherwise Ive cut out everything; even birthdays I see them in the afternoon. On other days, it starts at 8 in the morning and ends at noon. Its infernal.
So come tomorrow at 9:30 is it all right?
0 1970-03-28, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
This little A.F. is sweet. And very amusing. The day before yesterday, it was his mothers birthday, so I received her. He was quite upset because he didnt come, and he had said, I will see Mothertomorrow I will see Mother. So yesterday, the whole morning long, he told everyone, Im going to see Mother, Im going to see Mother. He came hereZ told me he was here, I said, Go and fetch him. (Laughing) She went, and he said, Oh, I dont need to see Mother anymore! (laughter) Probably he had felt the Force in the atmosphere.
So they gave him a flower and he left.
0 1970-07-29, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Tomorrow, on your birthday, I will be in thought and prayer among all your children, so happy to offer you their warmest and most affectionate wishes.
May God keep you many more years in the affection of your countless friendswho all need your advice and presence to purify their being and let it grow to the superhuman stature willed by the Creator.
0 1971-03-03, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I think I see the most exact thing to say is their condition, the state theyre in. And then, of course, there are those who are closed, so to say, who, for me, dont see, who are totally in the outer consciousness; and there are those who are openthere are some certain children are remarkable, its as if they were wide open (gesture like a flower to the sun) and ready to absorb. Its especially peoples receptivity that I see, the condition theyre in: those who come with aspiration, those who come with curiosity, those who come out of a kind of obligation, and then those who are thirsty for lightthere arent too many, but there are several children. Today I saw one, he was so sweet! His father lives at the lake, he bought some property at the lake; he lives there with his wife and children, and it was the birthday of one of the childrenoh! (Mother opens her eyes wide) wonderful!
And I see only that. Not what they think or say (all that seems superficial and uninteresting): only the state of receptivity they are in. Thats what I see above all.
0 1971-10-20, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
The 30th is your birthday.
You must admit, its strange that the book is being published in Germany before being published in France.
0 1971-10-30, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Happy birthday! Happy birthday!
(Mother gives presents)
--
But it chose today, your birthday, to come. Thats clear.
So then, youll come a little before 3 oclock for Sunils music. (Turning to Sujata) Naturally, if she wants to, she can come!
0 1971-12-01, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I write birthday cards, and Sri Aurobindo. I was about to say I have the feeling that Sri Aurobindo makes me write, but its not like that, its much better than that! But when I start to write, for example, I close my eyes, and I see better what I am writing. Champaklal asks me to sign the cards, and he tells me that I sometimes write 3 or 4 cards in a row with my eyes completely closed, then my handwriting is much straighter and much more where the writing should be.
But theres no personal will involved, no personal effort, its its spontaneous. So.
0 1971-12-29b, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
A Tantric adept to whom Mother gives a meditation every year on his birthday.
Particularly in Quetta, Baluchistan.
0 1972-02-19, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
*No, Mother Happy birthday, Mother
This sentence was spoken in English.
0 1972-02-22, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Yesterday was Mother's ninety-fourth birthday.)
All day long on the 21st I had a strong feeling that it was everybodys birthday, and I felt an urge to say happy birthday to everyone.
A very strong impression that something new was manifesting in the world, and that all those who were ready and receptive could incarnate it.
0 1972-03-08, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Note of February 22) "All day long on the 21st I had a strong feeling that it was everybody's birthday, and I felt an urge to say 'happy birthday' to everyone. A very strong impression that something new was manifesting in the world and that all those who were ready and receptive could incarnate it. In a few days, probably we will know what it was."
***
0 1972-03-29b, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
No, not at all! Its not that. I am inundated with people so I had to stop, but it was mostly birthdays, things like that. But she can come, bring me her flowers, take flowers from me, and if I have something to tell her, Ill tell her, otherwise shell leave immediately. Is it all right like that?
(Sujata aside: My thought is mainly for Mother.)
0 1972-04-13, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
It seems that you no longer see everyone on their birthdays. Is it because of a lack of time or for some occult reason? People say that seeing too many people every day tires you, but if such is the reason, twenty people coming to receive your Blessings on their birthdays take perhaps less time together than one person who sees you every day! Besides, it is the only dayonce a yearwhen we can see you to receive your Blessings and be near you. Of course, no one wants to disturb you, and I certainly dont.
But I was curious to know the reason for this new arrangement. I hope I am not being impertinent to write this way to you.
0 1972-04-26, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
How far well go, I dont know. I feel that if I last up to my hundredth birthday, that is, another six years, much will be accomplishedmuch. Something significant and decisive will be accomplished. I am not saying that the body will be able to get transformed I have no such signs, but the consciousness the physical, material consciousness becoming supramentalized. Thats it, thats the work now in progress. And thats whats important. You too, you must be able, you must be destined to do that also, hence your disgust. But instead of dwelling on the disgust, you should dwell on the identification with the consciousness you are in when you are sitting still. You follow? Thats the important part.
Thats the important part.
0 1972-08-02, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
There are two formations like this (gesture confronting each other), like two wrestlers: one formation is that I will die on Sri Aurobindos birthday; the other formation is that I am undergoing the necessary transformation to span humanity to the Supramental. Both formations are as theyre like this (same gesture facing each other) and.
When this formation [of death] makes itself felt, an awareness comes that theres hardly any difference between life and physical death, in that anything, at any time, can send you over to the other side. Then, with the other formation, theres a feeling that (how can I put it?) the bodys frailty is due to a need for the consciousness to change so it can manifest the Supramental.
0 1972-09-06, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
On your days, the Wednesdays and Saturdays, I see only the Ashram birthdays, but were now more than 2000, just fancy! So its. I see the other birthdays on other days and several at a time, but even so quite a few people come on your daysnext Saturday in particular, the 9th (a mass of people in the Ashram were born the 9th).
All right, Mother, all right, I get the point! (laughter)
0 1972-10-14, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
So the 30th is your birthday?
Well, yes!
Whats your birthday wish?
Liberation.
0 1972-10-30, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(The last birthday)
Ah, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday!
(Mother gives some presents)
--
Happy birthday, happy new year.
***
1.00 - The way of what is to come, #The Red Book Liber Novus, #unset, #Zen
16. Jung discussed this vision on several occasions, stressing different details: in his 1925 seminar Analytical Psychology (p. 41f), to Mircea Eliade (see above, p. 201), and in Memories (pp. 199200). Jung was on the way to Schaffhausen, where his mother-in-law lived; her fifty-seventh birthday was on October 17- The journey by train takes about one hour.
17. The Draft continues: with a friend (whose lack of farsightedness and whose improvidence I had in reality often noted) (p. 8)
1.01 - MASTER AND DISCIPLE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
IT WAS ON A SUNDAY in spring, a few days after Sri Ramakrishna's birthday, that M.
met him the first time. Sri Ramakrishna lived at the Kailibari, the temple garden of Mother Kali, on the bank of the Ganges at Dakshineswar.
1.01 - Tara the Divine, #Tara - The Feminine Divine, #unset, #Zen
my twentieth birthday. To go from Bokar monastery
isolated in the high Western plateaux to Tsurphu
--
As his sixtieth birthday approached, the Geshe
turned his mind to Tara. Tara again appeared to him
--
Finally, on his eightieth birthday, fifteen more
years were all that was left for him, so he lived to be
1.02 - Meeting the Master - Authors second meeting, March 1921, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Zen
The freedom of India, about which he had assured me, came, and I was fortunate to live to see it arrive on his own auspicious birthday, the 15th of August 1947.I had been out and now it was to Pondicherry that I was returning.
I had lived there for nearly a generation but had never felt the Pondicherry Ashram as something fixed and unchanging. I realised this most strongly on the day I was returning to it. Pondicherry has always been to me the symbol of a great experiment, of a divine ideal. It is marching every hour towards the ultimate goal of mans upward ascent to the Divine. Not a city but a spiritual laboratory, a collective being with a daily changing horizon yet pursuing a fixed distant objective, a place fixed to the outer view but constantly moving Pondicherry to me is always like the Arab's tent.
1.02 - The Recovery, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
The Darshan day at last! In the morning, the Mother arrived in his room with a flower, probably a red lotus, knelt before the Lord, placed the lotus on his bed and bowed down to receive his blessings and his sweet smile. This was the second time I saw her doing pranam to him. The first time was on her birthday, February 21. It was a revelation to me, for I did not expect her to bow down in the Indian way. On every Darshan day since then I enjoyed the sight. On other days she used to take his hand and lightly kiss it. With her customary drive, she chalked out the Darshan programme, the time for Sri Aurobindo's lunch and of her coming for the Darshan. We had to be ready and keep the Master ready too. From the early morning time began to move fast, the Mother was seen rushing about, she had so many things to attend to! Everything finished, clad in a lovely sari, a crown adorning her shapely head, looking like a veritable Goddess, she entered Sri Aurobindo's room with brisk steps, earlier than the appointed time, as was her wont. She gave a quick glance at us. We were all attention. The entire group was present, it being the first Darshan after the accident. She was pleased to find us ready. Sri Aurobindo was dressed in an immaculate white dhoti, its border daintily creased, as is the custom in Bengal; a silk chaddar across his chest and his long shining hair flowing down a picture that reminded us of Shiva and Shakti going out to give darshan to their bhaktas; Sri Aurobindo was in front and the Mother behind. They sat together as on other Darshan days, she on his right, a glorious view, and the ceremony began.
It was, however, a simple Darshan. One by one the sadhaks stood for a brief moment before the One-in-Two, and passed on quietly thrilled and exalted by their silent look and gracious smile. The feelings of the sadhaks can be imagined when they saw their beloved Master restored to his normal health! The Darshan was over within an hour, and when Sri Aurobindo was back in his room Dr. Rao remarked in his childlike manner, "Sir, you looked grand at the Darshan!" Sri Aurobindo smiled and we retorted, just to tease him, "At other times he doesn't?" Rao, nonplussed, replied, "No, no, I did not mean that." Truly, Rao had expressed the sentiments of hundreds of devotees who had a glimpse of him during the Darshan. What a grandeur and majesty in his simple silent pose! What a power, as if he held the whole world in the palm of his hand! If ever a human being could attain the stature of a god, he was there for all to see and be blessed by. Many have had a deep change after just one touch of his God-like magnificence. "A touch can alter the fixed front of Fate." Many had visions and boons they had long been seeking for, and for the sadhaks each Darshan was a step to a further milestone towards the Eternal. Sri Aurobindo had said: "Darshans are periods of great descents!" It was not for nothing that Hitler chose the 15th of August for his royal ascension in Buckingham Palace and got the first heavy blow. Nor was it for nothing that India gained her independence on that immortal day.
--
There was a rush to buy the book and get Sri Aurobindo's autograph in the bargain! For a divine policy was announced whose brain-wave it was, I do not know that all buyers would be favoured with the autograph of the Master. Volume after volume began to pour in with the names of the buyers appended to them. The names were sometimes quite long, such as Purushottamdas Thakurdas Chintamani Patil, and he would ask, "Am I to write all that?" And there were fanciful spellings to boot! Dates as well! At times the names of the husband and his wife together! If sometimes a name struck his fancy he would ask, "Who the devil is he?" or "Who is this Lord Shiva?" or we, would ourselves say that he was so and so. Many were the bhaktas who could not understand a word of the book but bought it for the sake of his blessings. For us sadhaks who could not afford to buy it, the book was given free on our birthday, with the autograph added to it. Later all the books of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo when published, were given to us according to our needs, on our birthdays. The Mother would ask, "Do you want any book? Have you got this book?" One wonders how much money was spent on this; and the custom continues even now, though in a modified form.
When Vol. III came out, it being the bulkiest, Sri Aurobindo remarked, "What a fat elephant!" And when they entered the room in packs and were heaped on the side-couch waiting for the autograph, they made an impressive herd and thrilled us with joy that The Life Divine had at last been delivered on this woe-begone planet of ours! But with the encroaching dimness of his eye-sight, the Mother stopped the practice of giving autographs altogether.
1.03 - Questions and Answers, #Book of Certitude, #unset, #Zen
2. QUESTION: Concerning the Festival of the Twin birthdays.
ANSWER: The Birth of the Abha Beauty was at the hour of dawn on the second day of the month of Muharram, the first day of which marketh the Birth of His Herald. These two days are accounted as one in the sight of God.
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36. QUESTION: If the anniversary either of the Twin birthdays or of the Declaration of the Bab occurreth during the Fast, what is to be done?
ANSWER: Should the feasts celebrating the Twin birthdays or the Declaration of the Bab fall within the month of fasting, the comm and to fast shall not apply on that day.
37. QUESTION: In the holy ordinances governing inheritance, the residence and personal clothing of the deceased have been allotted to the male offspring. Doth this provision refer only to the father's property, or doth it apply to the mother's as well?
1.03 - Sympathetic Magic, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
work their full effect upon his person. On his birthday, above all,
he hardly ever fails to don it, for in China common sense bids a man
lay in a large stock of vital energy on his birthday, to be expended
in the form of health and vigour during the rest of the year.
1.03 - The House Of The Lord, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
This is the overall picture of Sri Aurobindo's outer life as we saw it and lived it together through his last twelve years. The programme remained, on the whole, constant till the end except for some minor variations due to exigencies of circumstances. I have said nothing about his inner life, for I was not given a vision or perception of that vast secret field; nor had I Arjuna's unique privilege of seeing his Vivarpa, except some glimpses of his God-like stature. Sri Aurobindo had reminded me again and again in his letters that my physical crust was too thick. All the same, the joy, peace, light and energy that constantly sustained us could come from his silent Presence alone. People used to remark that we seemed to be beings of another world. Unfortunately, that brightness and felicity gave place to a grave seriousness with the rolling of years and a shadow of gloom was over us all, though we could not account for it at the time. Besides, the dark underside of our human nature, I am talking particularly of myself also began to show its grisly face. "Mortality bears ill the Eternal's touch." Of course, Sri Aurobindo remained samam brahman. Our frailties and shortcomings he had already seen from above, and was prepared for them when he accepted us for his service; he had never shown any annoyance. On the contrary, he forgave us all. Though he was impersonal by nature, hardly looked at us while talking, rarely spoke our name while asking for something, there was an ineffable sweetness in his Presence. And during our pranam on our birthdays or Darshan days, he used to make up for all his want of expression by melting into fatherly or friendly love and affection. He would pat us on the head, press it long with his warm velvety hands and look into our eyes with the tenderness of his sweet personality. Satyendra told me that when on his birthday he used to rub some attar on Sri Aurobindo's hand, he would then put forward the other one. His constant silent love and compassion shine ever bright in the depths of our hearts.
[1] A kind of pepper water with tamarind juice.
1.04 - The Divine Mother - This Is She, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
She played very well for her age, and her claim that she had become a champion in her youth was amply borne out by her steady, sharp forehand strokes which were above all a marvel of precision. Naturally she could not run a great deal, but her agility was remarkable. In her vision tennis is the best game spiritually and physically. She used it not only for her physical fitness, but as in everything else, as a medium for her spiritual action on the players. It was this inner movement that interested her as much as the outer one. For, playing with the Divine meant an aspiration, opening, right attitude, reception of her force through the game, as through other means like physical and mental activity. Here, of course, the manner is more direct and more joyful. In other words, it was used more as a means of sadhana. When someone had some inner difficulties, she would invite him for a game with her and the effect was almost miraculous. On the other hand, she would suddenly stop calling for many days or altogether, a person with whom she had played almost regularly. These are nothing but vagaries, one would be inclined to observe. But they were not; the person involved often knew very well the inner reason. Someone asked the Mother in another context which involved certain hardships, if she put people to test. She replied, "Never! people have already enough difficulties, why should we add more? But there are inner tests." Too subtle, swift and mysterious are her ways to be grasped by our human mind; so I will refrain from going into the matter. On our birthdays she used to invite us specially to play a set with her. The joy that she imparted to us by this means can be compared to the joy that we had in our talks with Sri Aurobindo, different in kind, of course.
I shall relate an interesting account of the Mother's diplomacy in this field of tennis. There used to be friendly tournaments under the Mother's supervision. Once my partner and I had reached the finals and were to face a younger pair who were known to be the Mother's favourites. Gods, goddesses especially, have their chosen ones, if the Puranas are to be believed, and they always win. Of course we are to assume that there are larger purposes which we cannot guess, behind the seeming partialities. The Mother broached the topic of the game to Sri Aurobindo and asked me naively how we were going to fare, what would be our tactics, etc., etc. I would not be caught so easily. Then she employed a familiar strategy, "You know they are a very good pair; you have no chance against them." Thus she went on battering me. Sri Aurobindo listened to it with an amused smile. When, finishing my duty, I was going for the game, I asked Champaklal to plead to Sri Aurobindo on our behalf. The play started, there was quite a crowd. The Mother was watching with keen interest. The upshot was that we lost sadly and badly. Curiously enough, we missed even simple shots. On my return in the evening, I told Champaklal of our ignoble defeat. Later on, Sri Aurobindo himself enquired and learning from Champaklal about the result, he enjoyed the joke and laughed aloud. I did not know what gave him so much amusement. Failure of his own force? Did he give force at all? Success of the Mother's favourites? The Mother, however, in her turn, gave a long report of the game. She said, "Oh, they became so nervous! I tried all the while to make them steady, but of no use. They missed even simple shots!" I made no outer comment but was inwardly muttering, "What chance could we have if you had already decided our doom as Krishna that of the Kauravas?" Doom is the word, in a deeper sense too, for as I have hinted, I became inordinately attached to tennis and neglected even my duty. It was like an old love that had revived with all its insensate passion and I had to receive persistent psychological beating from the Mother before I could get rid of this folly. Sri Aurobindo once wrote to me, "Never! [forsake you] But beat a lot." The beating came mostly from the Mother.
--
I remember Nishikanto, a sadhak-poet, who fell seriously ill after being cured of an equally serious illness. The Mother giving the occult reason told me that when he came to her on his birthday, she saw a definite crack in his faith. But a man of quite a different temperament, he pulled himself up, while the cancer-patient could not. "Why take up such a case at all?" one may ask. Well, it was the patient who made the choice; he had no faith in the usual medico-surgical treatment whose efficacy is at best doubtful. Here, he had at least the unique opportunity to live under the Mother's and Sri Aurobindo's direct care and supervision. For a bhakta, there cannot be a greater boon. If he lives, it will be glorious; if he dies, he will have a better life in the next birth.
Some years ago the Mother said in connection with another cancer case that was referred to her from outside, that cancer has been conquered in the subtle world and the conquest will soon materialise here.
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I shall now finish this chapter with an account of my utter discomfiture in trying to argue with the Mother over a subject about which I had very little knowledge. The Mother was describing to Sri Aurobindo the physical features of the brothers of a particular family. At some point, I don't remember exactly when, I was foolish enough to contradict her. She replied, "Better keep quiet! You know nothing." The episode was over and I had forgotten all about it. But the surprise of surprises, later on the Mother called me out of Sri Aurobindo's room and putting her hand on my shoulder explained almost in an apologetic tone how I was wrong. I expressed my sincere regret for my interruption and said that I certainly did not mind her rebuke. I was indeed very much moved by her divine considerateness. If she would be rude or severe on occasions she once said that Sri Aurobindo was a gentleman, she was not we have seen her Mahakali aspect, freezing silence, ironical smile, cold look, her Mahalakshmi graciousness too was showered upon us often. For example, she used to give me, on my birthdays, a pair of fine dhotis from the stock meant for Sri Aurobindo. However hard she might appear outside, and it was unfortunately for us very necessary she is our true Mother and her only concern is to lead us to the Light.
[7] La Jeunesse Sportive de l'Ashram de Sri Aurobindo.
1.05 - War And Politics, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
On this day Sri Aurobindo's birthday the radio news at noon said that 144 German planes had been brought down over England in half a day, the biggest number so far. We commented that it was the result of the Darshan. Sri Aurobindo laughed and said; "The day of Hitler's triumphal entry into England!"
A month later, on the same date, 15.9.40, Sri Aurobindo said smiling, "England has destroyed 175 German planes, a very big number. Now invasion would be difficult. Hitler lost his chance after the fall of France. He had really missed the bus! If after the French collapse he had invaded England, by now he would have been in Asia. Now another force has been set up against him. Still the danger has not passed."
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I cannot end this chapter without noting how the whole Ashram was vitally interested in India's fight for freedom, though we are supposed erroneously to be absorbed only in our own spiritual liberation. When the news of the final victory came, we celebrated it as much as the people outside, particularly because it coincided with Sri Aurobindo's birthday. He was requested to give a message on this great occasion. I am reproducing at the end of this chapter the whole message called "Five Dreams".
"It was on this occasion that for the first time the Mother hoisted her flag over the terrace of Sri Aurobindo's room. The Mother called it the spiritual flag of India.
1.06 - Five Dreams, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
August 15th, 1947 is the birthday of free India. It marks for her the end of an old era, the beginning of a new age. But we can also make it by our life and acts as a free nation an important date in a new age opening for the whole world, for the political, social, cultural and spiritual future of humanity.
August 15th is my own birthday and it is naturally gratifying to me that it should have assumed this vast significance. I take this coincidence, not as a fortuitous accident, but as the sanction and seal of the Divine Force that guides my steps on the work with which I began life, the beginning of its full fruition. Indeed, on this day I can watch almost all the world-movements which I hoped to see fulfilled in my lifetime, though then they looked like impracticable dreams, arriving at fruition or on their way to achievement. In all these movements free India may well play a large part and take a leading position.
The first of these dreams was a revolutionary movement which would create a free and united India. India today is free but she has not achieved unity. At one moment it almost seemed as if in the very act of liberation she would fall back into the chaos of separate States which preceded the British conquest. But fortunately it now seems probable that this danger will be averted and a large and powerful, though not yet a complete union will be established. Also, the wisely drastic policy of the Constituent Assembly has made it probable that the problem of the depressed classes will be solved without schism or fissure. But the old communal division into Hindus and Muslims seems now to have hardened into a permanent political division of the country. It is to be hoped that this settled fact will not be accepted as settled for ever or as anything more than a temporary expedient. For if it lasts, India may be seriously weakened, even crippled: civil strife may remain always possible, possible even a new invasion and foreign conquest. India's internal development and prosperity may be impeded, her position among the nations weakened, her destiny impaired or even frustrated. This must not be; the partition must go. Let us hope that that may come about naturally, by an increasing recognition of the necessity not only of peace and concord but of common action, by the practice of common action and the creation of means for that purpose. In this way unity may finally come about under whatever form the exact form may have a pragmatic but not a fundamental importance. But by whatever means, in whatever way, the division must go; unity must and will be achieved, for it is necessary for the greatness of India's future.
1.08 - Attendants, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
One day he conceived the idea of getting Sri Aurobindo's footprints; but how was he to do it without troubling him in any way or without informing him in advance? He had a brain-wave. He kept a white sheet of paper and pencil ready. As soon as Sri Aurobindo sat on the chair, he pushed the sheet of paper under his feet and asked, "May I draw your footprint?" Sri Aurobindo not only consented but later wrote "Love and Blessings" on the drawing. Let us not forget, by the way, that Champaklal is an artist. Whenever he saw Sri Aurobindo in what seemed to him statuesque poses his heart would go into rapture and he would call us to share his joy. He would exclaim, "Ah, if a photograph could be taken of this marvellous pose!" The Mother has said that he has "a natural talent already developed to an unusual degree". On one of his birthdays he painted two lotuses, white and red, and offered the pictures to the Mother. She was very pleased and said she would take them to Sri Aurobindo and ask him to write something. He wrote under the painting of the white lotus: Aditi, The Divine Mother. And the Mother wrote on the other: The Avatar. But she forbade Champaklal to show them to anyone, for people would not understand what they meant.
Champaklal is the custodian of all their relics such as hair, nails and teeth. He has even stored up all the ashes of the burnt mosquito-coils. Here is a humorous incident in connection with the ashes. Once during our evening talks, the Mother came in with a telegram asking Sri Aurobindo to send "ashes" for someone's marriage. We were perplexed for we could not make out the meaning. Purani had an intuitive flash and said, "It may be the Indian word ss for benediction." "Oh, I see!" exclaimed Sri Aurobindo, "I was wondering how I was supposed to carry ashes with me, perhaps on my head! Of course I can give them some from Champaklal's mosquito-coils. If I had not given up smoking, I could have given some cigar-ash."
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To make the path easy to Heaven, or at least to get Heaven's blessings more easily, is also possible by his intervention. If the Mother is at times reluctant for some reason to give a birthday card to someone or write a person's name or "love and blessings" on it, if she refuses to see another on his birthday, Champaklal appeals to her divine compassion and makes her rescind her decision. The Mother sometimes asks him, "What shall I write?" "Why, love and blessings, Mother!" is his reply. He says that he suffered a lot in his childhood because people could not understand his nature. He now wants to distribute the Divine's largesse whenever and wherever he can. Many people are grateful to him for procuring the Mother's blessings for them, especially her physical touch. Only one must be frank and straightforward. Sometimes he has gone out of his way to help even an unknown and unpresuming person to get the Mother's touch if he thought that he had been overlooked. To sum up, his soul's mission is to serve the Mother, to look after her and to make her love and compassion available to all, rich or poor, worthy or unworthy, young or old, without any distinction. I shall now conclude my "rosy picture" of Champaklal by quoting Sri Aurobindo's estimate of him: "All have their defects, but Champaklal has great qualities to atone for them."
Mulshankar, youngest of the group, was the brother of Esculape, alias Dayashankar, at one time in charge of the Ashram Dispensary. He also worked as an assistant in the Dispensary after Esculape's retirement and came to serve Sri Aurobindo as a medical aid. An excellent worker, he had the privilege of massaging Sri Aurobindo's body for a certain period. He was no masseur and in fact knew nothing about it, but he picked it up from some casual lessons and was gifted with the natural lightness and suppleness of finger movements. During the short interval that Sri Aurobindo had to wait for the Mother to come, before he started walking, Mulshankar would sit behind and apply a good massage to his back. It was really as if an expert masseur was at work; his hands moved so lightly and fast, up and down the back and spine; sometimes using delicate finger strokes or the edge of the palms and swinging and bending the body as the various movements demanded and then finishing off with very gentle touches of the fingertips. One was tempted to take a photograph of his agile figure and beaming face visibly moved beyond measure by the unique privilege of touching the Lord's body, while Sri Aurobindo kept on sitting like a statue looking downwards as the massage proceeded, or in front, sometimes smiling by himself, perhaps oblivious of all the hundred kinds of fleeting, fluttering, striking movements being made on his back. Both the figures supplied us food for a good deal of merriment, the Guru sitting on the edge of the bed, the shishya briskly massaging his back. But the poor fellow had to miss his service because of an intractable headache that crippled him often. And every time that happened we would report to Sri Aurobindo; his comment would be: "Again?", or an exclamatory expression; we could feel at the same time that the inner help was being given.
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The Mother told Satyendra recently on his birthday that Sri Aurobindo had come to her on the eve of his interview with her and said that he had taken good care of Sri Aurobindo's body. What a touching recognition from Sri Aurobindo! Even after leaving the body, the Guru remembers a kind act, some help rendered to him by his disciple! What a Divine Magnanimity! We know also that all those who had served him during his accident period have had their reward in some form or other, in the material and spiritual life.
Purani, the last to be mentioned of our group, was one of the old guards associated with Sri Aurobindo from the twenties. I shall not speak much about him because his own books tell in every line what profound love and adoration he bore for the Master for whose sake he would do anything. Full of life and gusto, he added a liveliness to our company. His choice of the unearthly hours from 2 a.m. to 6.30 a.m. for service was a great relief to us. He would surge up from the bosom of the night and say, "Here I am!" He had the entire period to himself and kept awake while we were contentedly sleeping and snoring by his side. Now and then we used to hear, as if in a dream, Sri Aurobindo's soft voice asking for something and Purani with military steps advancing and responding to the call of the General. If you happened to wake up by some inadvertent noise, you would find a different figure altogether, moving in the penumbra. No longer that lively, youngish spirit, but a very serious face that does not recognise anything else but the work, and brooks no meddling in his duty when Sri Aurobindo is his sole monopoly. I realised then why he chose that hour for service. He could be concentrated, watchful and all alone with the Master. The midnight surely affects all of us with its portentous weight. Another distinctive feature in his service was his physical strength without which it would have been difficult to lift or carry Sri Aurobindo during the early days of the accident. We have seen how he served as a solid human crutch on Sri Aurobindo's right side and later on, his giant manipulation of the large hand-fan was no less an achievement.
1.08 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
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THE MASTER'S birthday CELEBRATION AT DAKSHINESWAR
Sunday, February 18, 1883
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Master's birthday celebration
It was Sri Ramakrishna's birthday. Many of his disciples and devotees wanted to celebrate the happy occasion at the Dakinewar temple garden.
From early morning the devotees streamed in, alone or in parties. After the morning worship in the temples sweet music was played in the nahabat. It was springtime. The trees, creepers, and plants were covered with new leaves and blossoms. The very air seemed laden with joy. And the hearts of the devotees were glad on this auspicious day.
1.09 - Talks, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
I have said that Sri Aurobindo rarely looked into our eyes except at Darshans when, he said, he gave a piercing look to everybody. Most often, he was gazing in front or looking down, and seldom were the eyes fully open. During our pranams in his room on our birthdays or on Darshan days, he looked deep and steadily into our eyes. At that time I could mark their colour: it was a dark brown. To see anything beyond the softness and compassion in the expression was not given to me. But once, and once only, I saw a different pair of eyes, and that experience is unforgettable. He had finished lunch and I was attending on him. Just for a memorable moment, he half-opened his eyes and I saw two deep pools, intensely black, serene, inscrutable and unfathomable. It was as if on a hushed afternoon you entered a dense wood and suddenly came upon a deep pond and saw its still dark waters.
People who read our Correspondence were under the impression that our days bubbled with "jest and jollity, quips and cranks" all the while. In fact, a friend did not believe me when I said that the bubbling lasted only for a short time. Sri Aurobindo was, after all, a Yogi. All who knew him knew that. In one of his letters to Dilip, when Dilip complained that Sri Aurobindo would not laugh or even smile, he replied that since his childhood, he had been estranged from his family and accustomed to live a solitary life. His nature had therefore become reserved, somewhat remote and he felt shy of too much personal emotion. The English racial climate may have, I suppose, added its own large share to it. Moreover, the Yoga he had practised, beginning with the transcendental nirvanic experience, must have crowned the natural disposition. Buddha, I believe, for all his compassion, could not but have been impersonal in his daily communication. This vast impersonality even in personal relations, is it not the basis of his Yoga? I have often wondered what his state of consciousness was, for instance, when he was talking with us or dictating Savitri. Now I have learnt that the three states of consciousness: transcendent, cosmic and individual can operate at the same time. I also used to wonder how he could take interest even in the most trivial, "unspiritual" amusing talk or incidents, and joke with us, say on snoring or baldness! He had found the rasa,the delight of Brahman in everything. So his jokes were never trivial; they could be playful but always had an intellectual element in them.
1.12 - God Departs, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
By 5 p.m. there was a respite and he called for the commode. In view of the distress, we requested him not to move out of the bed, but he firmly insisted. He knew evidently what he was doing while we always looked through our medical glasses. There was a thorough purposive clearance of the bowels though he had taken very little food for many days. He then walked to the big cushion chair; again a self of calm repose. Alas, but for a brief instant. The respiratory distress returned with redoubled force. He went to his bed and plunged deep within himself. It was during this period that he often came out of the trance, and each time leaned forward, hugged and kissed Champaklal who was sitting by the side of his bed. Champaklal also hugged him in return. A wonderful sight it was, though so strangely unlike Sri Aurobindo who had rarely called us even by our names in these twelve years. We knew that Champaklal particularly longed for some tender outward expression. But Sri Aurobindo's impersonal nature kept at bay all personal touches except during our birthday or Darshan pranams when he would pat and caress our heads. Now Champaklal had his heart's yearning gratified to the full extent. But on what grounds? Was it the repayment of God's debt to his "servant" for his lifelong dedicated service without the expectation of any other meed than perhaps some occasional look or touch or word? For my part too, I can count a few glowing touches that shine like stars on a dark night. First of all, soon after the completion of Savitri, as I would enter his room in the morning, he would cast a moment's quiet glance at me leaving me in wonderment but happy. Then, when I did pranam on my birthday, 17th November, and the last Darshan day, he was unusually tender and caressed and pressed my head for a long time. But the climax of the wonder came when I was massaging his right leg. He was quietly lying down in bed; I was within the reach of his right hand. As I bent down, I suddenly felt a quick touch of his palm on my head. At once I looked up; all was as before. His gaze was elsewhere as if he knew nothing about it. I was utterly mystified. That these were indications of his imminent withdrawal became clear only after he had left the body. I am sure my other colleagues also received either vivid or veiled tokens.
Even a non-attendant, Amal Kiran, reported a last act of Grace that was his good fortune: "My turn to go up to the Darshan of November 24, 1950, came. As soon as my wife and I appeared at the door of the long Meditation Room upstairs, at the other end of which was the small room where Sri Aurobindo and the Mother were sitting, the Mother leaned towards Sri Aurobindo and said something. At once he started smiling. All through the Darshan the smile was on his lips, and my wife tells me that until I disappeared into the next room on my way out, he was looking in my direction and smiling. Such a thing had never happened at any other Darshan I had attended. This was just eleven days before he passed away.
1.12 - The Sacred Marriage, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
used to offer an annual sacrifice to Artemis on her birthday,
purchasing the sacrificial victim with the fines which they had paid
1.13 - Conclusion - He is here, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
Again the unexpected! All of a sudden the curtain dropped on the divine drama that had been unrolled for twelve years. Who could have foreseen it? The Supreme Actor who had apparently been quite well and given darshan to the bhaktas on his birthday, August 15, as well as on November 24, most unexpectedly left the stage! When the news was announced on the radio, it came as a heart-rending to the devotees all over the world and just at a time when his name spelt a word of hope to aspiring humanity, as a Yogi, Rishi, poet, philosopher, lover of mankind and bringer of new Light. It was hard to believe and many rushed to Pondicherry by whatever means available to have the last darshan of the Sage.
It is now twenty-two years since he left us; His Birth Centenary in which the Government of India is taking a significant part as a modest recognition of Sri Aurobindo's greatness, is going to be observed all over India and in many parts of the world. Meanwhile the Supramental Manifestation has taken place and the Ashram in consequence has come to be regarded by the world as a spiritual institution from which a new Light is radiating upon earth. Politically, India is gaining a world-status and a serious obstacle to her greatness has been partially removed fulfilling his prophecy. We see then the purpose for which Sri Aurobindo took birth and the dreams he cherished and worked for are on their way to realisation. He did not come for a few individuals only, or for a single nation or race; he came for the transformation of earth-nature which had been abandoned to herself by God and man. God-men came to give some relief to the suffering humanity or to show it a door of escape from suffering, but none before Sri Aurobindo, the Supramental Avatar, accepting Matter as essentially Brahman, came to divinise it. When the work was going apace the curtain dropped, all of a sudden.
1.14 - Bibliography, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
His Seventieth birthday.)
. Stone Men of Malekula: Vao. London, 1942.
1.201 - Socrates, #Symposium, #Plato, #Philosophy
That is quite a long story, she said, but I will tell you all the same. When Aphrodite was born,156 all the gods held a feast. One of those present was Poros157 (Resource), whose mother was Metis158 (Cleverness). When the feast was over, Penia (Poverty) came begging, as happens on these occasions, and she stood by the door. Poros got drunk on the nectar in those days wine did not exist and having wandered into the garden of Zeus was overcome with drink and went to sleep. Then Penia, because she herself had no resource, thought of a scheme to have a child by Poros, and accordingly she lay down beside him and became pregnant with a son, Love. Because Love was conceived during Aphrodites birthday feast and also because he is by his daimon (the source of English demon), which can mean a god but often denotes a lesser or local deity. Here Diotima characterises Love as a lesser deity, something between a god and a human. The Greeks of Platos day would usually have thought of Love simply as a god, but not one of the most important, Olympian, deities. See Gods and Love in Glossary of names. daimonios, a man of the spirit, spiritual; see footnote 151 above. techne. 154 cheirourgia. 155 banausos (English banausic).
Diotima appears to follow the story that Aphrodite was the normally-born child of Zeus and
1.20 - Visnu appears to Prahlada, #Vishnu Purana, #Vyasa, #Hinduism
[3]: The days of full and new moon are sacred with all sects of Hindus: the eighth and twelfth days of the lunar half month were considered holy by the Vaiṣṇavas, as appears from the text. The eighth maintains its character in a great degree from the eighth of Bhādra being the birthday of Kṛṣṇa; but the eleventh, in more recent Vaiṣṇava works, as the Brahma Vaivartta P., has taken the place of the twelfth, and is even more sacred than the eighth.
[4]: Or any solemn gift; that of a cow is held particularly sacred; but it implies accompaniments of a more costly character, ornaments and gold.
1.22 - ADVICE TO AN ACTOR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
Sri Ramakrishna was sitting on the cement platform that encircled the trunk of the old banyan-tree in the Panchavati. Vijay, Surendra, Bhavanath, Rkhl , and other devotees were present, a few of them sitting with the Master on the platform, the rest on the ground below. The devotees had thought of celebrating the Master's birthday, which had had to be put off because of his illness. Since Sri Ramakrishna now felt much better, the devotees wanted to have the celebration that day. A woman musician, a famous singer of kirtan, was going to entertain them with devotional songs.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon. M. had been looking for Sri Ramakrishna in the Master's room. When he did not find him there, he went to the Panchavati and eagerly asked the devotees, "Where is he?" He was standing right in front of the Master but in his excitement did not notice him. The devotees laughed loudly. A moment later M. saw Sri Ramakrishna and felt very much embarrassed. He prostrated himself before the Master, who sat there facing the south and smiling happily. Kedr and Vijay were sitting at his left. These two devotees had had a misunderstanding recently when Kedr had cut off his connexion with the Brahmo Samaj.
1.22 - How to Learn the Practice of Astrology, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
If he tells you his birthday, work it out as before and then: "You were born at P in the morning within an hour either way." (This makes it about 11 to 1 against your being right, in either case, on pure chance.)
Again, you can practise this in cafs, when you visit civilized countries, and it is often possible to scrape acquaintance with people who look specially interesting, and do not, as in England, instantly suspect you of dishonourable advances, and get them to play up. This is sometimes easier when you are already with that friend which I was so lax as to allow you; and it is, I own, very helpful to discuss strange faces if only to make it quite clear to your own mind why you decide on one as Virgo, another as Taurus.
1.37 - Death - Fear - Magical Memory, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
Such a power is clearly of the Siddhi; and my instinct tells me that it is a result of devotion to Our Lady of the Stars. Somehow I can't think of it as a sort of birthday Present to a Favourite Nephew. "Why not?" You're right, as usual: anything may be a "Play of Nuit." Still, I feel that this would be a rare case.
"But doesn't everything have to happen to everybody?" Yes, of course, in a sense; but don't keep on interrupting! I was coming to something interesting.
1.37 - Oriential Religions in the West, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
sun by the image of an infant which on his birthday, the winter
solstice, they brought forth and exhibited to his worshippers. No
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December the birthday of the Sun, at which they kindled lights in
token of festivity. In these solemnities and festivities the
1.51 - How to Recognise Masters, Angels, etc., and how they Work, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
A boisterous party was in progress. The dancer's lifelong friend, whom I will call by the name she afterwards adopted, Soror Virakam,[104] was celebrating her birthday. This lady, a magnificent specimen of mingled Irish and Italian blood, possessed a most powerful personality and a terrific magnetism which instantly attracted my own. I forgot everything. I sat on the floor like a Chinese God, exchanging electricity with her.
After some weeks' preliminary skirmishing, we joined battle along the whole front; that is to say, I crossed to Paris, where she had a flat, and carried her off to Switzerl and to spend the winter skating. Arrived at Interlaken, we found that Murren was not open, so we went on to St. Moritz, breaking the journey at Zurich. This town is so hideous and depressing that we felt that our only chance of living through the night was to get superbly drunk, which we did . . .
18.05 - Ashram Poets, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
(On his birthday)1
WHAT we understand easily we believe we understand rightly,
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On Amrita's birthday
His Grace pours down ceaselessly
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It is that which makes of your birthday
always a day new and green.
1950-12-25 - Christmas - festival of Light - Energy and mental growth - Meditation and concentration - The Mother of Dreams - Playing a game well, and energy, #Questions And Answers 1950-1951, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
That is why the 25th of December was a festival of Light long before Jesus Christ. This festival was in vogue long before Christianity; it originated in Egypt and very probably the birthday of Christ was fixed on the same day as that of the return of the Light.
Then Mother reads the first part of her article Energy Inexhaustible (On Education).
1954-08-25 - Ananda aspect of the Mother - Changing conditions in the Ashram - Ascetic discipline - Mothers body, #Questions And Answers 1954, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I dont remember now to whom I said today I think it was a birthday person No, I dont know it was someone who told me he was eighteen.
It is Jaya.
Yes, I know it is her birthday today. But I dont know if it was to her I said it. I said it to someone this morning.
I said that between the age of eighteen and twenty I had attained a conscious and constant union with the divine Presence and that I had done it all alone, with absolutely nobody to help me, not even books, you understand! When I found onehere came to my hands a little later Vivekanandas Raja Yogait seemed to me so wonderful a thing, you see, that someone could explain something to me. This made me gain in a few months what would have perhaps taken me years to do.
1955-10-19 - The rhythms of time - The lotus of knowledge and perfection - Potential knowledge - The teguments of the soul - Shastra and the Gurus direct teaching - He who chooses the Infinite..., #Questions And Answers 1955, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
You see, for the facility of their outer existence, men have divided time more or less arbitrarily into years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, etc.; it is a rhythm thats more or less arbitrary, because it has been created by man, but it has in itself a certain reality, for it corresponds to universal movements as far as possible. And that is why, by the way, we celebrate the birthday, for example: because there is a certain rhythm in each ones existence which is established by this regular return of circumstances analogous to those in which he was born.
And all movementswhen you observe them, you become aware that they have a certain rhythm the movements of inner consciousness, for example, not only from the point of view of understanding but that of personal reactions, of the ups and downs in progress; of a fairly regular periodic return, at once of advancing and recoiling, of difficulties and of helps. But if each person is attentive he realises that his own rhythm is absolutely particular to him; it is not the same rhythm as his neighbours. But even as the seasons follow a certain rhythm, regular enough on the whole, so the individual life has its seasons. And when one studies oneself attentively, one finds out that there are even certain repetitions of analogous circumstances at regular intervals. Even, very sensitive people become aware that there are certain days of the week or certain hours of the day when they can do things more easily. Some of them have particular difficulties on particular days and at particular hours; some on the contrary have better inspirations at particular moments but every one has to find this out in himself by observation. Naturally it is far from being absolute, it is not strict, and if it is troublesome, it can be eliminated very easily simply by a little effort of resolute will. But if it helps, one can make use of it.
1955-11-16 - The significance of numbers - Numbers, astrology, true knowledge - Divines Love flowers for Kali puja - Desire, aspiration and progress - Determining ones approach to the Divine - Liberation is obtained through austerities - ..., #Questions And Answers 1955, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(To a child) Have you prepared a question for your birthday?
What is the significance of 18?
1956-08-15 - Protection, purification, fear - Atmosphere at the Ashram on Darshan days - Darshan messages - Significance of 15-08 - State of surrender - Divine Grace always all-powerful - Assumption of Virgin Mary - SA message of 1947-08-15, #Questions And Answers 1956, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I think it is the same thing that happens to people who are more receptive on their birthdays or who need to remember an event to awaken their receptivity.
In the days when Sri Aurobindo used to give Darshan, before he gave it there was always a concentration of certain forces or of a certain realisation which he wanted to give to people. And so each Darshan marked a stage forward; each time something was added. But that was at a time when the number of visitors was very limited. It was organised in another way, and it was part of the necessary preparation.
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What exactly do you mean? The fifteenth of August is Sri Aurobindos birthday. Therefore, it is a date which has a capital importance in the life of the earth, from the physical point of view. So?
On August fifteenth other important events took place?
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August 15th, 1947 is the birthday of free India. It marks for her the end of an old era, the beginning of a new age. But we can also make it by our life and acts as a free nation an important date in a new age opening for the whole world, for the political, social, cultural and spiritual future of humanity.
August 15th is my own birthday and it is naturally gratifying to me that it should have assumed this vast significance. I take this coincidence, not as a fortuitous accident, but as the sanction and seal of the Divine Force that guides my steps on the work with which I began life, the beginning of its full fruition. Indeed, on this day I can watch almost all the world-movements which I hoped to see fulfilled in my lifetime, though then they looked like impracticable dreams, arriving at fruition or on their way to achievement. In all these movements free India may well play a large part and take a leading position.
The first of these dreams was a revolutionary movement which would create a free and united India. India today is free but she has not achieved unity. At one moment it almost seemed as if in the very act of liberation she would fall back into the chaos of separate States which preceded the British conquest. But fortunately it now seems probable that this danger will be averted and a large and powerful, though not yet a complete union will be established. Also, the wisely drastic policy of the Constituent Assembly has made it probable that the problem of the depressed classes will be solved without schism or fissure. But the old communal division into Hindus and Muslims seems now to have hardened into a permanent political division of the country. It is to be hoped that this settled fact will not be accepted as settled for ever or as anything more than a temporary expedient. For if it lasts, India may be seriously weakened, even crippled: civil strife may remain always possible, possible even a new invasion and foreign conquest. Indias internal development and prosperity may be impeded, her position among the nations weakened, her destiny impaired or even frustrated. This must not be; the partition must go. Let us hope that that may come about naturally, by an increasing recognition of the necessity not only of peace and concord but of common action, by the practice of common action and the creation of means for that purpose. In this way unity may finally come about under whatever form the exact form may have a pragmatic but not a fundamental importance. But by whatever means, in whatever way, the division must go; unity must and will be achieved, for it is necessary for the greatness of Indias future.
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On Darshan days visitors and disciples were allowed to pass one-by-one in front of Mother (and formerly Sri Aurobindo) to receive directly their spiritual help. August 15, Sri Aurobindo's birthday, is one of the four Darshans of the year. This year (1956) there was a particularly large number of visitors.
The haemanthus, which is like a ball posed of hundreds of red and gold stamens.
1957-09-04 - Sri Aurobindo, an eternal birth, #Questions And Answers 1957-1958, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Today I received a question about a phrase I used on the fourteenth of August, the eve of Sri Aurobindos birthday. And this question seemed interesting to me because it was about one of those rather cryptic phrases, that are almost ambiguous through simplification, and which was intended to be like that, so that each one might understand it according to his own plane of consciousness. I have already spoken to you several times of this possibility of understanding the same words on different planes; and these words were intentionally expressed with a simplification, a deliberate vagueness, precisely so that they would serve as a vehicle for the complexity of meaning they had to express.
This meaning is a little different on the different planes, but it is complementary, and it is only really complete when one is able to understand it on all these planes at once. True understanding is a simultaneous understanding in which all the meanings are perceived, grasped, understood at the same time; but to express them, as we have a very poor language at our disposal, we are obliged to say them one after another, with many words and many explanations. Thats what I am going to do now.
The question is about the phrase in which I spoke of the birth of Sri Aurobindoit was on the eve of his birthday and I called it an eternal birth. I am asked what I meant by eternal.
Of course, if the words are taken literally, an eternal birth doesnt signify much. But I am going to explain to you how there can beand in fact isa physical explanation or understanding, a mental understanding, a psychic understanding and a spiritual understanding.
1958-08-15 - Our relation with the Gods, #Questions And Answers 1957-1958, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
As today is Sri Aurobindos birthday I thought that instead of reading the Dhammapada I could read to you something which will both interest you and show you how Sri Aurobindo visualised our relation with the gods.
You know, dont you, that in India especially, there are countless categories of gods, who are all on different planes, some very close to man, others very close to the Supreme, with many intermediaries.
1.ac - A Birthday, #Crowley - Poems, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
object:1.ac - A birthday
author class:Aleister Crowley
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Let me go back to your last birthday. Then
I was already your one man of men
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These are my birthday wishes. Dawn's at hand,
And you're an exile in a lonely land.
1.ac - The Disciples, #Crowley - Poems, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
This is my birthday; and my plan
Is to bestow on you (I can)
1f.lovecraft - Facts concerning the Late, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen
Sir Alfred Jermyn was a baronet before his fourth birthday, but his
tastes never matched his title. At twenty he had joined a band of
1f.lovecraft - The Alchemist, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen
Upon my twenty-first birthday, the aged Pierre gave to me a family
document which he said had for many generations been handed down from
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but lately passed his thirty-second birthday when surprised by early
death. Louis, son to Robert, was found drowned in the moat at the same
1f.lovecraft - Through the Gates of the Silver Key, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen
birthday two months beforeought to be? Had he found it in the attic at
home? Would it unlock the mystic pylon which his sharp eye had traced
1.jk - Sonnet VIII. To My Brothers, #Keats - Poems, #John Keats, #Poetry
'In Tom Keats's copy-book this sonnet is headed "Written to his Brother Tom on his birthday," and dated, "Nov. 18, 1816." In the last line the transcript reads "place" for "face." The sonnet seems to have been originally written in pencil in the note-book ... immediately after the sonnet to George Keats; but the two quatrains, which fill one page, are all that I found of this sonnet among the Keats relics of Severn. The quatrains stand finally thus in the draft: --
Small flames are peeping through the fresh laid coals
1.rb - Aix In Provence, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry
My birthday song quite through, adjust
The last rose in my garland, fling
1.wby - Shepherd And Goatherd, #Yeats - Poems, #William Butler Yeats, #Poetry
That were all his birthdays reckoned
Much too solemn seemed;
1.wby - To Ireland In The Coming Times, #Yeats - Poems, #William Butler Yeats, #Poetry
From our birthday, until we die,
Is but the winking of an eye;
1.ww - The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen
He seems ten birthdays younger, is green and is stout;
Twice as fast as before does his blood run about;
1.ww - The Two Thieves- Or, The Last Stage Of Avarice, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen
The One, yet unbreeched, is not three birthdays old,
His Grandsire that age more than thirty times told;
1.ww - To May, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen
There are who to a birthday strain
Confine not harp and voice,
2.07 - The Mother Relations with Others, #Words Of The Mother I, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
No, this physical contact is not indispensable. Certainly for those who have the true attitude, the physical contact helps the body to follow the movement of transformation, but the body is rarely in a state to profit by it. Generally on birthdays it is more receptive.
September 1971
2.09 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
object:2.09 - THE MASTERS birthday
subject class:Yoga
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SRI RAMAKRISHNA was sitting on the northeast verandah outside his room at Dakshineswar. It was about eight o'clock in the morning. Many devotees, including Narendra, Rkhl, Girish, Baburam, and Surendra, were present. They were celebrating the Master's birthday, which had fallen on the previous Monday. M. arrived and saluted him. The Master signed to him to take a seat near him.
Narottam was singing kirtan. Sri Ramakrishna was in partial ecstasy. The subject was Krishna's meeting with His cowherd friends in the meadow. Krishna had not yet arrived.
2.16 - The 15th of August, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Zen
On the 6th of August, when asked about celebrating his birthday, Sri Aurobindo had said, "What is the significance of the fifteenth? I want to make it as ordinary as any other day. What has it to do with the stomach? It has an inner significance, and if there is a way of celebrating it in a fitting manner I have no objection. I do not want any sort of vital manifestation on that day, especially after I have taken a new turn in Yoga."
The food served today was the usual fare. The following is the substance of what he spoke in the afternoon.
2.17 - THE MASTER ON HIMSELF AND HIS EXPERIENCES, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
It was the sacred Janmasthami day, the birthday of Krishna. Ram and other devotees had brought new clothes for Sri Ramakrishna. He put them on and looked charming.
Again he saluted the deities.
2.18 - January 1939, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Zen
Sri Aurobindo surprised N by asking him: "What about D's fast?" N had told him yesterday that D was going to fast on his birthday, i.e., today, but had forgotten about it.
Disciple: I hear he had taken bread and butter in the morning and at mid-day a light meal.
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Disciple: Nowadays in many places they feed the poor as service to Daridra Narayana, the poor as Narayana. On the birthdays of saints and Yogis there is what Vivekananda called Seva of Daridra Narayana.
Sri Aurobindo: I see no idea in that. What is the use of feeding people for one day, when they have to fast all the year round? You can satisfy your conscience that you have done something for the poor, I suppose. If you could find out the cause of poverty and try to remove that, then it would be some real work.
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Disciple: About six thousand people were fed on the birthday of Ramana Maharshi. There were so many people on this occasion that they were not allowed to touch him: only to stand at a distance, make pranam or have darshan and go away.
Sri Aurobindo: If they were allowed to touch him, he would have felt like the President of America who had to shake hands with thousands of people and in the end got an aching hand.
2.2.05 - Creative Activity, #Letters On Yoga II, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
Mother does not disapprove of your writing the bookwhat she does not like is your being so lost in it that you can do nothing else. You must be master of what you do and not possessed by it. She quite agrees to your finishing and offering the book on your birthday if that can be done. But you must not be carried awayyou must keep your full contact with higher things.
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2.21 - 1940, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Zen
Disciple: Does the Asura fear that a descent might take place on August 15, it being your birthday, which will make his work more difficult?
Sri Aurobindo: This Being does not believe in a divine descent; it is a sort of challenge: "I will finish my first decisive victory before August 15." That shows the nature of the conflict.
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News came that Petain proposed to negotiate an armistice with Hitler. It came as a surprise and everybody thought France was lost. Curiously enough, today was Paul Richard's birthday.
Sri Aurobindo: How could these heroes of the last war propose a truce? How can they expect anything honourable from Hitler? It would be the end of France.
2.22 - THE MASTER AT COSSIPORE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
The previous Sunday the devotees had observed Sri Ramakrishna's birthday with worship and prayer. His birthday the year before had been observed at Dakshineswar with great pomp; but this year, on account of his illness, the devotees were very sad and there was no festivity at all.
The Holy Mother busied herself day and night in the Master's service. Among the young disciples, Narendra, Rakhal, Niranjan, Sarat, Sashi, Baburam, Jogin, Latu, and Kali had been staying with him at the garden house. The older devotees visited him daily, and some of them occasionally spent the night there.
2.2.3 - Depression and Despondency, #Letters On Yoga IV, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
This movement [of restlessness, sadness, gloom] is one that always tries to come when you have a birthday or a darshan and is obviously a suggestion of forces that want to disturb you and give you a bad birthday or bad darshan. You must get rid of the idea that it is in any way helpful for sadhana, e.g. makes you remember the Divine etc.if it does it makes you remember the Divine in the wrong way and in addition brings up the weakness, also depression, self-distrust etc. etc. quoi bon cheerfulness? It puts you in the right condition for the psychic to work and without knowing it you grow in just the right perceptions and right feelings for the spiritual attitude. This growth I have been observing in you for a fairly long time now and it is in the cheerful states that it is the most active. Japa, thinking of the Divine is all right, but it must be on this basis and in company with work and mental activity, for then the instrument is in a healthy condition. But if you become restlessly eager to do nothing but japa and think of nothing but the Divine and of the progress you have or have not made (Ramana Maharshi says you should never think of progress, it is according to him a movement of the ego), then all the fat is in the firebecause the system is not yet ready for a Herculean effort and it begins to get upset and think it is unfit and will never be fit. So be a good cheerful worker and offer your bhakti to the Divine in all ways you can but rely on him to work out things in you.
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26.06 - Ashram Poets, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 06, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
The title on p. 194 of Vol. V, On Amrita's birthday" should be deleted.
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29.04 - Mothers Playground, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 07, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
You are to take your stand on your soul, that was the lesson that the Mother was trying to impart in the playground education. So long as you are in the normal consciousness imbedded in your body-consciousness and view things from there, your life also will be built in the pattern created by the body-consciousness. Life in that pattern can proceed only through difference and distinction, contrast and contradiction, conflict and battle. So long as you stick to your habitual position it will be so; the remedy is a radical remedy; it is to reverse your position. You have to stand not on your legs but on your head, then you will find the way to march through not confrontation but co-operation, not through separation but union, not through difference but identity. So long as you are mere human beings this supreme soul-identity cannot come. You have to forget the differences... some one asked the Mother in one of the playground talks of the Mother: how is it possible for one to forget this fundamental difference that one is a man and another a woman. Mother answered: "How do you say so? Look here, when I talk to Tara, do you think I am always considering her as a woman and talking accordingly." And she could have added: "And when I answer you do you think I am speaking to a masculine person?" I may narrate here a little incident concerning me personally. It was with regard to the question of age. When someone informed Mother that they wanted to celebrate, perhaps it was my eightieth birthday, in a magnificent manner, a gala celebration, Mother roared out: "No, no, you are spoiling my work. All the while I was trying to make him forget his age and you are trying to insist on his age." Age also is a thing to be forgotten. The birthday-celebration is not for recording the progress in our age, how we are progressing year by year in our age, that is, how we are getting old - No, it is to note the progress made in the inner being and consciousness. Each birthday is to be a landmark of the forward march of your consciousness, not the greyness of your head. The touch of your soul will inspire you not merely to do the right inner movement, the enlightening of your consciousness but also it will inspire you to do the right physical movement, even lead you to the choice of the right kind of physical exercises and do them in the right manner. The lesson to learn then is to get back to your soul inside you, you will find there everything that is worth having: freedom, joy, harmony and even untold capacity.
People coming from outside asked very often and ask even now what the Ashram is doing for the country, for the world. It is confined to a few people only, is it worth doing? Mother answered simply: I am doing something which is not done anywhere else in the world, that is awakening the soul in my children, the soul that only can save and nothing else. To the outsider we say, if you come here, come then with eyes to see, look at, rather look into the soul of the people who are here. Do not look at what they learn or what they do or what they speak but look inside them, look what is there deep within. Even now I say: She is there within you, her work is not arrested. The tempo of her work is as vigorous and as living as it could be and the impact will be more and more clear and manifest.
40.02 - The Two Chains Of The Mother, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 08, #unset, #Zen
I wanted to tell you only one thing: you are going out but wherever you go, you carry something within you, something that is permanent and eternal since the beginning of the world. I have sometimes spoken of the golden chain of the Mother; I have said too that Mother had two chains, one of gold and the other of iron. These two chains are your eternal companions; wherever you may go, you will carry these two with you. You are bound to the Mother forever - forever, be sure of that. It's the prop of your life, it's your aspiration. These are not chains of bondage but of freedom and entire satisfaction. You may ask: what are these chains of gold and of iron? The golden chain is in your soul and the iron one is in your body. The body, your body, is also bound to the Mother, to her Presence and Influence. Body means not only the material body, but the physical body, the inner body. Now, the imprint of the Mother's Presence, you carry that in this physical body. You may not be always aware of that, but this makes no difference, nothing at all. Here I may refer to something pertinentOne day someone went to see the Mother on his birthday; it was our Prithwi Singh. Now, Prithwi Singh plaintively said to the Mother: "Mother, here I am, so near to you; it's my birthday, a day so nice and precious to me, but I cannot see you, for I am blind in both of my eyes." Then the Mother answered: "What does that matter? You cannot see me but I am seeing you."
And this is always so. You cannot see with your physical eyes but the Mother's look is always upon you, her look of love and protection: be sure and certain of that. You carry that within you for all time and wherever you go, wherever in the entire world. You carry in you a portion, a spark of her Love; and that will save you from many difficulties, from much danger. If you can keep that in your active memory, it will be still more beneficial. That's all.
6.0 - Conscious, Unconscious, and Individuation, #The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
seventieth birthday.) Berlin, 1930.
Salomon, Richard. Opicinus de Canistris. (Studies of the Warburg
7.15 - The Family, #Words Of Long Ago, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
While the father was in jail, his birthday came and the mother wept because he could not be at home. That is why his son Rangananda ran to Chittur and knocked at the judge's door.
The judge listened to the boy's story and said:
BOOK I. -- PART II. THE EVOLUTION OF SYMBOLISM IN ITS APPROXIMATE ORDER, #The Secret Doctrine, #H P Blavatsky, #Theosophy
"Number 7 is the festival day of all the earth, the birthday of the world. I know not whether any one
would be able to celebrate the number 7 in adequate terms." . . . (Par. pp. 30 and 419). The author of
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though his special birthday (memorial day) is celebrated according to the Kin-kwang-ming-King
("Luminous Sutra of Golden Light") in the second month on the nineteenth day, and that of "Maitreya
Book of Genesis, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various
16 When the chief baker saw that the interpretation was good, he said unto Joseph, I also was in my dream, and, behold, I had three white baskets on my head: 17 And in the uppermost basket there was of all manner of bakemeats for Pharaoh; and the birds did eat them out of the basket upon my head. 18 And Joseph answered and said, This is the interpretation thereof: The three baskets are three days: 19 Yet within three days shall Pharaoh lift up thy head from off thee, and shall hang thee on a tree; and the birds shall eat thy flesh from off thee. 20 And it came to pass the third day, which was Pharaoh's birthday, that he made a feast unto all his servants: and he lifted up the head of the chief butler and of the chief baker among his servants. 21 And he restored the chief butler unto his butlership again; and he gave the cup into Pharaoh's hand: 22 But he hanged the chief baker: as Joseph had interpreted to them. 23 Yet did not the chief butler remember Joseph, but forgat him.
CHAPTER 41
ENNEAD 03.05 - Of Love, or Eros., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 04, #Plotinus, #Christianity
2. Now let us speak of the Love which is considered a deity not only by men in general, but also by the (Orphic) theologians, and by Plato. The latter often speaks of Love, son of Venus, attri buting to him the mission of being the chief of the beautiful children (or, boys); and to direct souls to the contemplation of intelligible Beauty, or, if already present, to intensify the instinct to seek it. In his "Banquet" Plato says that Love is born (not of Venus, but) of Abundance and Need,122 ... on some birthday (?) of Venus.
INTERPRETATION OF THE PLATONIC MYTH.
Symposium translated by B Jowett, #Symposium, #Plato, #Philosophy
'What then is Love?' I asked; 'Is he mortal?' 'No.' 'What then?' 'As in the former instance, he is neither mortal nor immortal, but in a mean between the two.' 'What is he, Diotima?' 'He is a great spirit (daimon), and like all spirits he is intermediate between the divine and the mortal.' 'And what,' I said, 'is his power?' 'He interprets,' she replied, 'between gods and men, conveying and taking across to the gods the prayers and sacrifices of men, and to men the commands and replies of the gods; he is the mediator who spans the chasm which divides them, and therefore in him all is bound together, and through him the arts of the prophet and the priest, their sacrifices and mysteries and charms, and all prophecy and incantation, find their way. For God mingles not with man; but through Love all the intercourse and converse of God with man, whether awake or asleep, is carried on. The wisdom which understands this is spiritual; all other wisdom, such as that of arts and handicrafts, is mean and vulgar. Now these spirits or intermediate powers are many and diverse, and one of them is Love.' 'And who,' I said, 'was his father, and who his mother?' 'The tale,' she said, 'will take time; nevertheless I will tell you. On the birthday of Aphrodite there was a feast of the gods, at which the god Poros or Plenty, who is the son of Metis or Discretion, was one of the guests. When the feast was over, Penia or Poverty, as the manner is on such occasions, came about the doors to beg. Now Plenty who was the worse for nectar (there was no wine in those days), went into the garden of Zeus and fell into a heavy sleep, and Poverty considering her own straitened circumstances, plotted to have a child by him, and accordingly she lay down at his side and conceived Love, who partly because he is naturally a lover of the beautiful, and because Aphrodite is herself beautiful, and also because he was born on her birthday, is her follower and attendant. And as his parentage is, so also are his fortunes. In the first place he is always poor, and anything but tender and fair, as the many imagine him; and he is rough and squalid, and has no shoes, nor a house to dwell in; on the bare earth exposed he lies under the open heaven, in the streets, or at the doors of houses, taking his rest; and like his mother he is always in distress. Like his father too, whom he also partly resembles, he is always plotting against the fair and good; he is bold, enterprising, strong, a mighty hunter, always weaving some intrigue or other, keen in the pursuit of wisdom, fertile in resources; a philosopher at all times, terrible as an enchanter, sorcerer, sophist. He is by nature neither mortal nor immortal, but alive and flourishing at one moment when he is in plenty, and dead at another moment, and again alive by reason of his father's nature. But that which is always flowing in is always flowing out, and so he is never in want and never in wealth; and, further, he is in a mean between ignorance and knowledge. The truth of the matter is this: No god is a philosopher or seeker after wisdom, for he is wise already; nor does any man who is wise seek after wisdom. Neither do the ignorant seek after wisdom. For herein is the evil of ignorance, that he who is neither good nor wise is nevertheless satisfied with himself: he has no desire for that of which he feels no want.' 'But who then, Diotima,' I said, 'are the lovers of wisdom, if they are neither the wise nor the foolish?' 'A child may answer that question,' she replied; 'they are those who are in a mean between the two; Love is one of them. For wisdom is a most beautiful thing, and Love is of the beautiful; and therefore Love is also a philosopher or lover of wisdom, and being a lover of wisdom is in a mean between the wise and the ignorant. And of this too his birth is the cause; for his father is wealthy and wise, and his mother poor and foolish. Such, my dear Socrates, is the nature of the spirit Love. The error in your conception of him was very natural, and as I imagine from what you say, has arisen out of a confusion of love and the beloved, which made you think that love was all beautiful. For the beloved is the truly beautiful, and delicate, and perfect, and blessed; but the principle of love is of another nature, and is such as I have described.'
I said, 'O thou stranger woman, thou sayest well; but, assuming Love to be such as you say, what is the use of him to men?' 'That, Socrates,' she replied, 'I will attempt to unfold: of his nature and birth I have already spoken; and you acknowledge that love is of the beautiful. But some one will say: Of the beautiful in what, Socrates and Diotima?or rather let me put the question more clearly, and ask: When a man loves the beautiful, what does he desire?' I answered her 'That the beautiful may be his.' 'Still,' she said, 'the answer suggests a further question: What is given by the possession of beauty?' 'To what you have asked,' I replied, 'I have no answer ready.' 'Then,' she said, 'let me put the word "good" in the place of the beautiful, and repeat the question once more: If he who loves loves the good, what is it then that he loves?' 'The possession of the good,' I said. 'And what does he gain who possesses the good?' 'Happiness,' I replied; 'there is less difficulty in answering that question.' 'Yes,' she said, 'the happy are made happy by the acquisition of good things. Nor is there any need to ask why a man desires happiness; the answer is already final.' 'You are right.' I said. 'And is this wish and this desire common to all? and do all men always desire their own good, or only some men?what say you?' 'All men,' I replied; 'the desire is common to all.' 'Why, then,' she rejoined, 'are not all men, Socrates, said to love, but only some of them? whereas you say that all men are always loving the same things.' 'I myself wonder,' I said, 'why this is.' 'There is nothing to wonder at,' she replied; 'the reason is that one part of love is separated off and receives the name of the whole, but the other parts have other names.' 'Give an illustration,' I said. She answered me as follows: 'There is poetry, which, as you know, is complex and manifold. All creation or passage of non-being into being is poetry or making, and the processes of all art are creative; and the masters of arts are all poets or makers.' 'Very true.' 'Still,' she said, 'you know that they are not called poets, but have other names; only that portion of the art which is separated off from the rest, and is concerned with music and metre, is termed poetry, and they who possess poetry in this sense of the word are called poets.' 'Very true,' I said. 'And the same holds of love. For you may say generally that all desire of good and happiness is only the great and subtle power of love; but they who are drawn towards him by any other path, whether the path of money-making or gymnastics or philosophy, are not called loversthe name of the whole is appropriated to those whose affection takes one form onlythey alone are said to love, or to be lovers.' 'I dare say,' I replied, 'that you are right.' 'Yes,' she added, 'and you hear people say that lovers are seeking for their other half; but I say that they are seeking neither for the half of themselves, nor for the whole, unless the half or the whole be also a good. And they will cut off their own hands and feet and cast them away, if they are evil; for they love not what is their own, unless perchance there be some one who calls what belongs to him the good, and what belongs to another the evil. For there is nothing which men love but the good. Is there anything?' 'Certainly, I should say, that there is nothing.' 'Then,' she said, 'the simple truth is, that men love the good.' 'Yes,' I said. 'To which must be added that they love the possession of the good?' 'Yes, that must be added.' 'And not only the possession, but the everlasting possession of the good?' 'That must be added too.' 'Then love,' she said, 'may be described generally as the love of the everlasting possession of the good?' 'That is most true.'
Talks With Sri Aurobindo 1, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction
fast on the following day which was his birthday. But Nirodbaran had forgotten all about it.
NIRODBARAN: In the morning Dilip took bread, butter, tea, etc., and at noon I
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PURANI: Nowadays in many places people feed the poor. On the birthdays of
saints and Yogis, there is what Vivekananda called seva of daridra narayana.
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CHAMPAKLAL: About six thousand people were fed during the last birthday of
Ramana Maharshi. But they say nobody is allowed to touch him; they have
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him, "Why don't you bring out a Sri Aurobindo memorial Volume on the occasion of his seventieth birthday, just as they have done for Tagore and
Gandhi?" Viswanath replied, "It needs plenty of money." To this, Moore
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SRI AUROBINDO: Yes. State simply that it is the birthday of the Mother.
Two days later we saw that the article was published as it was, along with a
Talks With Sri Aurobindo 2, #Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Zen
Mussolini, on his fifty-seventh birthday, has given an interview to press reporters. He bared his upper body and said, "Am I sick? Am I old?" and then
galloped around on a horse.
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speech on Gandhi, on Gandhi's birthday. If all this was true, naturally it
would go very much against the Ashram. Sri Aurobindo was anxiously inquiring about it from Purani. Some days earlier Purani had spoken to Sri
The Aleph, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction
On the burning February morning Beatriz Viterbo died, after braving an agony that never for a single moment gave way to self-pity or fear, I noticed that the sidewalk billboards around Constitution Plaza were advertising some new brand or other of American cigarettes. The fact pained me, for I realised that the wide and ceaseless universe was already slipping away from her and that this slight change was the first of an endless series. The universe may change but not me, I thought with a certain sad vanity. I knew that at times my fruitless devotion had annoyed her; now that she was dead, I could devote myself to her memory, without hope but also without humiliation. I recalled that the thirtieth of April was her birthday; on that day to visit her house on Garay Street and pay my respects to her father and to Carlos Argentino Daneri, her first cousin, would be an irreproachable and perhaps unavoidable act of politeness. Once again I would wait in the twilight of the small, cluttered drawing room, once again I would study the details of her many photographs: Beatriz Viterbo in profile and in full colour; Beatriz wearing a mask, during the Carnival of 1921; Beatriz at her First Communion; Beatriz on the day of her wedding to Roberto Alessandri; Beatriz soon after her divorce, at a luncheon at the Turf Club; Beatriz at a seaside resort in Quilmes with Delia San Marco Porcel and Carlos Argentino; Beatriz with the Pekingese lapdog given her by Villegas Haedo; Beatriz, front and three-quarter views, smiling, hand on her chin... I would not be forced, as in the past, to justify my presence with modest offerings of books -- books whose pages I finally learned to cut beforehand, so as not to find out, months later, that they lay around unopened.
Beatriz Viterbo died in 1929. From that time on, I never let a thirtieth of April go by without a visit to her house. I used to make my appearance at seven-fifteen sharp and stay on for some twenty-five minutes. Each year, I arrived a little later and stay a little longer. In 1933, a torrential downpour coming to my aid, they were obliged to ask me for dinner. Naturally, I took advantage of that lucky precedent. In 1934, I arrived, just after eight, with one of those large Santa Fe sugared cakes, and quite matter-of-factly I stayed to dinner. It was in this way, on these melancholy and vainly erotic anniversaries, that I came into the gradual confidences of Carlos Argentino Daneri.
The Gospel According to Mark, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various
17 For Herod himself had sent and had John arrested and bound in prison on account of Herodias, the wife of his brother Philip, because he had married her. 18 For John had been saying to Herod, "It is not lawful for you to have your brother's wife." 19 Herodias had a grudge against him and wanted to put him to death and could not do so; 20 for Herod was afraid of John, knowing that he was a righteous and holy man, and he kept him safe. And when he heard him, he was very perplexed; but he used to enjoy listening to him. 21 A strategic day came when Herod on his birthday gave a banquet for his lords and military commanders and the leading men of Galilee; 22 and when the daughter of Herodias herself came in and danced, she pleased Herod and his dinner guests; and the king said to the girl, "Ask me for whatever you want and I will give it to you." 23 And he swore to her, "Whatever you ask of me, I will give it to you; up to half of my kingdom." 24 And she went out and said to her mother, "What shall I ask for?" And she said, "The head of John the Baptist." 25 Immediately she came in a hurry to the king and asked, saying, "I want you to give me at once the head of John the Baptist on a platter." 26 And although the king was very sorry, yet because of his oaths and because of his dinner guests, he was unwilling to refuse her. 27 Immediately the king sent an executioner and commanded him to bring back his head. And he went and had him beheaded in the prison, 28 and brought his head on a platter, and gave it to the girl; and the girl gave it to her mother. 29 When his disciples heard about this, they came and took away his body and laid it in a tomb.
The Return of the Twelve
The Gospel According to Matthew, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various
1 At that time Herod the tetrarch heard about the fame of Jesus; 2 and he said to his servants, "This is John the Baptist, he has been raised from the dead; that is why these powers are at work in him." 3 For Herod had seized John and bound him and put him in prison, for the sake of Herodias, his brother Philip's wife; 4 because John said to him, "It is not lawful for you to have her." 5 And though he wanted to put him to death, he feared the people, because they held him to be a prophet. 6 But when Herod's birthday came, the daughter of Herodias danced before the company, and pleased Herod, 7 so that he promised with an oath to give her whatever she might ask. 8 Prompted by her mother, she said, "Give me the head of John the Baptist here on a platter." 9 And the king was sorry; but because of his oaths and his guests he commanded it to be given; 10 he sent and had John beheaded in the prison, 11 and his head was brought on a platter and given to the girl, and she brought it to her mother. 12 And his disciples came and took the body and buried it; and they went and told Jesus.
The Multiplication of the Loaves and Fish
--- Overview of noun birthday
The noun birthday has 2 senses (first 2 from tagged texts)
1. (8) birthday ::: (an anniversary of the day on which a person was born (or the celebration of it))
2. (1) birthday, natal day ::: (the date on which a person was born)
--- Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun birthday
2 senses of birthday
Sense 1
birthday
=> anniversary, day of remembrance
=> day
=> calendar day, civil day
=> time period, period of time, period
=> fundamental quantity, fundamental measure
=> measure, quantity, amount
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
Sense 2
birthday, natal day
=> date, day of the month
=> day, twenty-four hours, twenty-four hour period, 24-hour interval, solar day, mean solar day
=> time unit, unit of time
=> measure, quantity, amount
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
--- Hyponyms of noun birthday
--- Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun birthday
2 senses of birthday
Sense 1
birthday
=> anniversary, day of remembrance
Sense 2
birthday, natal day
=> date, day of the month
--- Coordinate Terms (sisters) of noun birthday
2 senses of birthday
Sense 1
birthday
-> anniversary, day of remembrance
=> birthday
=> jubilee
=> wedding anniversary
=> semicentennial, semicentenary
=> centennial, centenary
=> sesquicentennial
=> bicentennial, bicentenary
=> tercentennial, tercentenary, triennial
=> quatercentennial, quatercentenary
=> quincentennial, quincentenary
=> millennium, millenary
=> bimillennium, bimillenary
Sense 2
birthday, natal day
-> date, day of the month
=> maturity, maturity date, due date
HAS INSTANCE=> D-day, 6 June 1944
=> birthday, natal day
--- Grep of noun birthday
birthday
birthday cake
birthday card
birthday gift
birthday party
birthday present
birthday suit
davis' birthday
jefferson davis' birthday
lee's birthday
lincoln's birthday
martin luther king jr's birthday
robert e lee's birthday
washington's birthday