Happy birthday,' she said. 'And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.'
That is one of the advantagers of being thirteen. You know so much more than you did when you were only twelve.
‘Anyway – Harry,' said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, ‘a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here – I mighta sat on it at some point, but it’ll taste all right.'
My father had always told me that my birthday was the first day of spring. Not a specific day of the year, but the feeling – an undercurrent of warmth waking up the earth. The scent of violets. Green in the air, he called it.
For me, birthdays are notches on an infinite timeline.
Every birthday celebrates a life because every life is important.
We do have funerals for the living,' Jill said. 'They're called birthday parties.'
You know how most people dread a birthday… Well, I feel the exact opposite. I feel that every day is an extraordinary gift. Just to be here, and especially to be here with you.
It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.
The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.
To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year.
On a busy day twenty-two thousand people come to visit Santa, and I was told that it is an elf’s lot to remain merry in the face of torment and adversity. I promised to keep that in mind.