On your birthday. . . Have a cuppa, kick off your shoes, sit back and relax ? you deserve it! Best Wishes for a Very Relaxing Birthday.
How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!
Fun is like life insurance; the older you get, the more it costs.
I created Punk for this day and age. Do you see Britney walking around wearing ties and singing punk? Hell no. That's what I do. I'm like a Sid Vicious for a new generation.
In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself, confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to one's beloved.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
He has a profound respect for old age. Especially when it's bottled.
Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
If there's one thing I really want for my birthday, that is for the mining company not to mine my daddy's reserve.
At sixty a man has passed most of the reefs and whirlpools. . . . That man has awakened to a new youth. . . . Ergo, he is young.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.
We can't reach old age by another man's road.
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
I think that clearly it has an influence, to be coming of age during the punk rock era, to come from a difficult and sporadically violent background, to have been in and out of such chaos, I think it actually helps. But I don't know for sure.
Want any of this stuff? Jordan?. . . Nick?" I didn't answer. Nick?" he asked again. What?" Want any?" No. . . I just remembered that today's my birthday. " I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.
I was forced to live far beyond my years when just a child, now I have reversed the order and I intend to remain young indefinitely.
You've reached your 60th birthday, Bill To the year, the day, the hour You've been a lifelong country boy Along with Lily, your flower And Robin. . . that's the name of a bird And Dawn. . . that says it all
My birthday was Monday, now I finally get to go home and enjoy it with some Burger King. Here I come baby! Burger King! Burger King!
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.