Birthday Gift Quotes

“Andy: Andrew Makepeace Ladd, the Third, accepts with pleasure the kind invitation of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Channing Gardner for a birthday party in honor of their daughter Melissa on April 19th, 1937 at half past three o'clock.
Melissa: Dear Andy: Thank you for the birthday present. I have a lot of Oz books, but not 'The Lost Princess of Oz.' What made you give me that one? Sincerely yours, Melissa.
Andy: I'm answering your letter about the book. When you came into second grade with that stuck-up nurse, you looked like a lost princess.
Melissa: I don't believe what you wrote. I think my mother told your mother to get that book. I like the pictures more than the words. Now let's stop writing letters.”
― A.R. Gurney, Love Letters

“Celebrate your day of birthday as special day.Make a specific birthday wishes and write it down.You will be amazed about the power of pen and inner strength to accomplish the wishes.
This will be a special gift for yourself on each birthday.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“The old man raised both hands, palms toward her. “No, miss, don’t you give it a second thought. The kind of ‘present’ I have in mind is not something tangible, not something with a price tag. To put it simply”—he placed his hands on the desk and took one long, slow breath—”what I would like to do for a lovely young fairy such as you is to grant a wish you might have, to make your wish come true. Anything. Anything at all that you wish for—assuming that you do have such a wish.”
― Haruki Murakami, La chica del cumpleaños

“Remember, the best present to give, is being there for your loved ones.”
― James Hauenstein

“Happy birthday, darling."
She reached into her cloak and pulled out something so surprising Rapunzel's jaw actually dropped. It was a bright red bracelet, one of the most cheerful things she had ever seen. It didn't match any of her clothes or other accessories, and that was wonderful. It looked like fire, and the tongue of a cat in one of her books (or maybe it was a dog), and a really good sunset in autumn; happiness in a color.
There was even a cheery, many-rayed sun on the clasp. It was one of Rapunzel's favorite symbols, one she painted again and again everywhere in the tower. In her favorite color, too!”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine

“Happy birthday!” I give Ana her gift, the new custom fragrance I’ve made her, which is Mom-approved, albeit after a few rounds of impassioned discussion and subsequent modifications. She takes it with reverence, then laughs when she sees what I’ve named it. “Rainbow Sprinkles?”
“You’ll see why. Oh my God, what are you doing? You don’t know if you’re going to like it.”
Ana has already uncapped the bottle and is spraying it liberally. “Shame on you for thinking so low of both me and you.” She breathes in and then sniffs her wrist, her eyes closed. “Oh, wild. I thought it would smell like a rainbow cookie— you know, the ones with the jimmies that melt into the icing and leave a little halo of color?”
“What do you smell?” I ask.
“I’ve been practicing,” she says proudly. “Your mom was helping me. I think there’s…” She sniffs again. “Coconut? Umm, yeah. It’s sweet, like baking. Maybe chocolate?”
“You told me you can bake three things,” I say. “Snickerdoodles, that huge cookie, and sugar pie.”
She buries her face in her arm, her neatly trimmed nails a vivid green. “Cinnamon?”
I nod. “It’s got notes from each of those desserts, but with some pine and some smoke, so it’s like you’re camping.”
― L.C. Chu, The Library of Flowers

“Mina pulled out the tissue paper to reveal something black. She liked it already. Lifting it out of the bag, she discovered a zip-up hoodie. When she unfolded it, she saw the Lore Club logo that she’d drawn on the board at their first meeting. Her fingers traced the letters. Her letters. Her eyes filled with tears.
“I screenshotted the video I took that day, with the logo on the board,” Arthur said.
“We really liked it and thought it would look cool on a hoodie,” Jackie nodded.
“I love it,” Mina said, pulling on the hoodie and zipping it up. The inside was soft and warm. “It’s perfect. Thanks, guys. This means… this means everything.”
“We love you, Mina, our fearless leader of lore,” Jackie said, resting her head on Mina’s shoulder.”
― Melanie Dale, Girl of Lore