Fabulous 40 Birthday Quotes & Sayings

Tennis is pretty unforgiving if you are carrying weight. You are expected to wear short skirts, and you are compared to all these 16 and 17-year-olds. — Monica Seles

Who loves not women, wine and song remains a fool his whole life long — Noauthor

Contempt is a well-recognized defensive reaction. — I. A. Richards

What is really stopping you from running to the battle line? The giant problem itself, or a giant lack of faith? — Tracie Miles

I warned you; I warned you I was the Senses Taker," sneered the Senses Taker. "I help people find what they're not looking for, hear what they're not listening for, run after what they're not chasing, and smell what isn't even there. And, furthermore," he cackled, hopping around gleefully on his stubby legs, "I'll steal your sense of purpose, take your sense of duty, destroy your sense of proportion - and, but for one thing, you'd be helpless yet."
"What's that?" asked Milo fearfully.
"As long as you have the sound of laughter," he groaned unhappily, "I cannot take your sense of humor - and, with it, you've nothing to fear from me. — Norton Juster

I don't have to do anything. The character is shaped on the page. — Morgan Freeman

What is reality but the dreamworld of a limited imagination. — Robert Breault

I would like for my books to have been recognized posthumously, at least in capitalist countries, where they turn you into a kind of merchandise. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Rembrandt's first name was Beauregard, which is why he never used it. — Dave Barry

Don't worry about making friends; don't worry about making enemies. Worry about winning, because if you win, your enemies can't hurt you, and if you lose, your friends can't stand you. — Bear Bryant

I think of myself in a continuum as a woman. Two hundred years ago, it would have been very difficult for me to write at all. — Jeanette Winterson

Considering the company I keep in this place, that is hardly surprising. — Robert Menzies

Even gods are following trends. They are afraid to be forgotten by their creators — Bangambiki Habyarimana

The two angels were both tall, but Aodhan was perhaps an inch taller, and now his eyes locked with Illium's for a long, quiet moment before he lowered his head slightly. Illium raised his hand, the movement slow, hesitant ... and then his fingers brushed Aodhan's cheek just below the cut that had almost sealed. The first ray of dawn kissed the tear that rolled down Illium's face, caressed the painful wonder on Aodhan's as he lifted his hand to clasp the wrist of his friend's hand.
That instant of contact, the power of it, stole her breath.
Then Illium smiled, said something that made Aodhan's lips curve-Elena thought it might've been "Welcome back, Sparkle"-and they were separating to sweep off the Tower in a symphony of wild silver blue and heartbreaking light.
"Raphael," she whispered, having felt him come up behind her. "Did you see?"
"Yes." His hand on her nape, his thumb brushing over her pulse. "Of course it would be Illium who reached him," he murmured. — Nalini Singh