Birthday
A birthday is an annual celebration of the date on which a person was born.
See also Growing old.
Quotes
- All the world's a birthday cake, / So take a piece but not too much.
- George Harrison lyric from the song It's All Too Much on the Yellow Submarine album (1969)
- You who wish to celebrate a birthday, inquire first who was born. One’s true birthday is when one enters into the Eternal Being which shines forever without birth or death.
- Sri Ramana Maharshi, quoted from Arun Shourie, Preparing: For Death. Penguin Random House India Private Limited, 2020. ISBN 935305978X, 9789353059781
- Of all days, on one’s birthday one should mourn one’s fall (into samsara). To celebrate it as a festival is like adorning and glorifying a corpse. To seek one’s Self and merge in it is wisdom.
- Sri Ramana Maharshi, quoted from Arun Shourie, Preparing: For Death. Penguin Random House India Private Limited, 2020. ISBN 935305978X, 9789353059781
- Birthdays weigh heavily on one's self-esteem. Early in the morning especially.
- Erich Maria Remarque in Three Comrades, 1936
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 70.
- A birthday:—and now a day that rose
With much of hope, with meaning rife—
A thoughtful day from dawn to close:
The middle day of human life.- Jean Ingelow, A Birthday Walk.
- As this auspicious day began the race
Of ev'ry virtue join'd with ev'ry grace;
May you, who own them, welcome its return,
Till excellence, like yours, again is born.
The years we wish, will half your charms impair;
The years we wish, the better half will spare;
The victims of your eyes will bleed no more,
But all the beauties of your mind adore.- Jeffrey, Miscellanies, To a Lady on her Birthday.
- Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:
Your birthday as my own to me is dear.
Blest and distinguished days! which we should prize
The first, the kindest bounty of the skies.
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.- Martial, Epigrams (c. 80-104 AD), Book IX, Epistle 53.
- My birthday!—what a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears;
And how each time the day comes round,
Less and less white its mark appears.- Thomas Moore, My Birthday.
- Whatever with the past has gone
the best is always yet to come.- Lucy Larcom, (1824-1893).
- Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear;
'Tis but the funeral of the former year.- Alexander Pope, To Mrs. M. B, line 9.