Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller
Dad, you're someone to look up to no matter how tall I've grown. ~Author Unknown
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
There is still no cure for the common birthday. ~John Glenn
Are we not like two volumes of one book? ~Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~Enid Bagnold
Youth is a disease from which we all recover. ~Dorothy Fulheim
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. ~Author Unknown
In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
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