Quote by Ellen Glasgow

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.


It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own,

Summary

This quote highlights the appreciation and joy one feels when someone remembers them, especially when they have forgotten important occasions like birthdays. It emphasizes the significance of genuine connections and the unexpected happiness derived from the thoughtfulness of others. The quote suggests that being noticed and remembered by someone can greatly uplift a person's spirits, reminding them of their inherent value and the impact they have on others.

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Birthday
By Ellen Glasgow
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