You know you’re getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.
Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.
The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.
The way I see it, you should live everyday like its your birthday.
To give somebody your time is the biggest gift you can give.
I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing ‘Happy Birthday.’
There is still no cure for the common birthday.
When someone asks if you’d like cake or pie, why not say you want cake and pie?
If you can give your child only one gift, let it be enthusiasm.
The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence.
The best way to remember your wife’s birthday is to forget it once.
Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it don’t matter.
It takes a long time to become young.
I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
If you look over the years, the styles have changed – the clothes, the hair, the production, the approach to the songs. The icing to the cake has changed flavors. But if you really look at the cake itself, it’s really the same.
My mother still sends a cake to the office for my birthday.
I kept a diary right after I was born. Day 1: Tired from the move. Day 2: Everyone thinks I’m an idiot.
If every year is a marble, how many marbles do you have left? How many sunrises, how many opportunities to rise to the full stature of your being?
To my surprise, my 70s are nicer than my 60s and my 60s than my 50s, and I wouldn’t wish my teens and 20s on my enemies.
To me – old age is always ten years older than I am.
I wanted to buy a candle holder, but the store didn’t have one. So I got a cake.
I binge when I’m happy. When everything is going really well, every day is like I’m at a birthday party.
I’m not going to be caught around here for any fool celebration. To hell with birthdays!
My happiest memory of childhood was my first birthday in reform school. This teacher took an interest in me. In fact, he gave me the first birthday presents I ever got: a box of Cracker Jacks and a can of ABC shoe polish.
