Birthday Party Quotes

“Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr. Maddox?"
"What, baby?"
Her expression turned serious.
"In another life, I could love you."
I watched her for a moment, staring into her glassed over eyes. She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it.
"I might love you in this one.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“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, Saving Raphael Santiago

“Zues?" I said.
"His computer. He named it." Then she whispered conspiratorially, "He acts like it's a person."
"I do not," he said as we walked down the hall toward his room.
"You gave it a birthday party," she said.
Grayson stopped walking for a moment. "Annual hard-drive maintenance and software upgrades do not count as a birthday party."
"No," she said. "But singing 'Happy Birthday' to it does."
He took a deep breath. They've obviously been through this before. "You know I was testing the new voice-recognition software."
Natalie looked at me. "Birthday party.”
― James Ponti, Dead City

“Live your life so you don´t have to have any regrets when you throw your 70 year old birthday party”
― Herdis Pala

“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

“Shouldn't be having a birthday party two weeks after your birthday ... Okay, three days, no more than that though, it's not your birthday anymore! There’s gotta be a time, there’s gotta be a cutoff point where you can’t have birthday parties. You’re so desperate for a party that you have to have a party two weeks after? Wait till next year, you missed it!”
― Larry David

“Today, I attended a friend's birthday party dressed as a ninja. I soon discovered that ninjas are very misunderstood.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman

“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!

“Time is life.
Time for birth, time for death.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“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, The Lady in the Palazzo: At Home in Umbria

“There’s more, Anna. When we first got to California,” she says, “you asked me if I remembered your birthday party.” I nod, picking at a thread on her comforter. “I did remember. Matt was acting like such a space cadet that night after we got home – like he was floating. I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out, but of all the things that he could have been thinking about, you were the last – I mean, my mind just didn’t even go there. You were like our sister.”
“But I–”
“Wait – let me get this out.” She looks at me hard, her broken wing eyebrow trembling to keep the tears back. “After I brushed my teeth, I walked into his room. He was sitting on his bed, playing with that blue glass necklace he always wore, a big smile on his face. Remember the necklace?”
The necklace.
“Of course.”
“I asked him what was so funny. He jumped a little, not knowing I’d been watching him smile there like a goofy little kid. He said it was nothing – just that he had fun at the party. And I believed him, all the way up until the day I read your journal. That’s when it all made sense. All the times he’d ask me about who you liked at school, or who wanted to take you to whatever dance.”
She’s quiet as I digest her story, putting the pieces together to form a complete whole from the missing half that’s haunted me since that night – how did he really feel about me? Was it just one stupid moment, perpetuated a little too long, only to be forgotten as quickly as it came? As soon as he went away to school?
“I was in love with him forever – since I was, like, ten,” I confess.
“Yeah,” she says. “You both were in love. I know that now. We were all so close, you know? I just didn’t see it coming until I read your – I’m sorry, Anna.”
I close my eyes, fighting back the image of her hand on my journal. “It’s okay.”
― Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

“Inside, the house was filled with people dressed in varying interpretations of the party's "Roaring Twenties" theme- chosen to commemorate the end of Kat's own roaring twenties. There were a couple of flapper dresses and Louise Brooks wigs, but the majority of the crowd was simply dressed up: girls in sequins, guys in blazers and jeans. They spilled out of the living room and onto the patio and garden surrounding the swimming pool; they clustered around the outdoor bar and the long table laden with finger foods: dumplings in bamboo steamer baskets, assorted sushi rolls, chicken satay made onsite by a hired cook- a wizened Malay man who'd brought his own mini grill and pandan-leaf fan.”
― Kirstin Chen, Soy Sauce for Beginners

“If not for 02 October being the national holiday, would any notice Gandhi’s birthday coming and going; I bet none remembers in which year he was born, save those readying themselves for the quiz competitions; yet, we come to lay store on our children’s birthdays when they wouldn’t be knowing what was going on around them.”
― B.S. Murthy, Glaring Shadow - A Stream of Consciousness Novel

“Daniel Clemente offers family shows that are specially designed for people of all age groups. Family magic shows can be performed anywhere-camp ground or indoor.”
― Daniel

“Now that his children are grown, Cliff misses that special time when they were young with proportionately large eyes filled with wonder (the eye supposedly is the only human body part that remains the same size from birth). Although he longs for grandchildren to gift his life someday, he has the great fortune of a customer base that is forever young and a monster truck that puts smiles on the faces of adults as well as children. What’s not to like about that?”
― Cliff Fictor, A Monster Truck for Johnny

“The birthday party was me and her, a whore friend of hers and her pimp, and the cake.”
― Diane Arbus, Diane Arbus: Monograph

“The fact that there were more adults than children at her party didn't seem to faze Dixie.
"That child is like a dandelion," Lettie said. "She could grow through concrete."
Dixie's birthday party had a combination Mardi Gras/funeral wake feel to it. Mr. Bennett and Digger looped and twirled pink crepe paper streamers all around the white graveside tent until it looked like a candy-cane castle. Leo Stinson scrubbed one of his ponies and gave pony rides. Red McHenry, the florist's son, made a unicorn's horn out of flower foam wrapped with gold foil, and strapped it to the horse's head.
"Had no idea that horse was white," Leo said, as they stood back and admired their work.
Angela, wearing an old, satin, off-the-shoulder hoop gown she'd found in the attic, greeted each guest with strings of beads, while Dixie, wearing peach-colored fairy wings, passed out velvet jester hats.
Charlotte, who never quite grasped the concept of eating while sitting on the ground, had her driver bring a rocking chair from the front porch. Mr. Nalls set the chair beside Eli's statue where Charlotte barked orders like a general.
"Don't put the food table under the oak tree!" she commanded, waving her arm. "We'll have acorns in the potato salad!"
Lettie kept the glasses full and between KyAnn Merriweather and Dot Wyatt there was enough food to have fed Eli's entire regiment. Potato salad, coleslaw, deviled eggs, bread and butter pickles, green beans, fried corn, spiced pears, apple dumplings, and one of every animal species, pork barbecue, fried chicken, beef ribs, and cold country ham as far as the eye could see.”
― Paula Wall, The Rock Orchard

“״ילד לא צריך בכלל מסיבה גדולה עד גיל ארבע,״ פוסקת רוית.
״מה, בארץ עושים רק עם הסבתות, הדודים...״
״אבל זו הבעיה, אין פה סבתות,״ היא מחווה את דעתה.
״איי,״ מלכה מסכימה, ״זאת בדיוק הבעיה. אין פה סבתות.״”
― Maya Arad, המורה לעברית

“Brandy stood up and tossed the bits of eggshell to the ground. She flashed Mom her best dimpled smile. “Next year for my birthday, can we have a Make Your Own Ice-Cream Sundae party?”
― R.L. Stine, Egg Monsters from Mars

“Even If It Is My Last Day, The World Should Never Fail To Celebrate My Birthday.”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“I DON’T HAVE THE THYME TO BE ROASTED TODAY”
― Lynn Byk, The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch

“Birthday Gospel (Sonnet 2479)

The day that you are born, is the day
the planet becomes a bit more human -
Mother Earth whispers, let there be dawn,
from the vacuum of time emerges hope in action;

learning to live a little more,
by the making of memories, not passing seasons;
animals may grow old, humans grow whole -
every scar a scripture, every joy a sermon.

My brother used to say,
you are the ocean in a drop;
I say to you today -
desert are you, deluge are you,
in a crowd of fakes, only truth is you.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop