Birthstone Quotes

Abby opened the box, and looked up at me, tears in her eyes. “You always know just what to get. It’s perfect,” she said, her graceful fingers touching the three birthstones of our children. She slipped it on her right ring finger, holding out her hand to admire her new bauble.

If he don't ever buy you nothing and I mean nothing - I don't mean your birthstone, I don't mean groceries, even - I mean if he don't buy you an ice-cream cone, I mean if he don't buy you time when you had none, I mean if he don't buy your fantastic tales, calls them nonsense, then he's gotta go.

Most men haven’t got a clue how to treat a woman, let alone respect her. You give women what you think they need and usually that falls way short of what’s actually necessary. And then you fall back on fragile egos, guilting her into taking watered down affection that masquerades as a relationship.

Of course she is. Because she’s eight kinds of wonderful, and that’s just her legs.” Jeb furrows his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Taelor has all the diplomacy of a black widow spider. Garnet’s her birthstone. You’re wearing her birthday on your lip. Talk about spinning you up in her web.

The Curve There is a curve somewhere, I am in search of, Like the glimpse of a scythe in a mundane field, Or the drooping fairy in form of Chinese lantern, Sometimes it peeps through a broken door Of some dilapidated mansion, The reign of which now belongs to void, And pride went past heritage. Why on earth moses symbolizes melancholy? I can't take my eyes off from their rebellious green, As if it merges with my previous birthstones, Where I was in waiting, For the same curve, The lost one.

An emerald cut, slightly bluish-green stone—aquamarine to be exact, my birthstone—was mounted on the thin band.

What did he give you?' I asked Rosie. 'A birthday present,' Rosie replied. 'He said not to open it until December 8.' 'You're not going to listen to him, are you?' I asked. 'Of course I am,' Rosie said. 'What would be the point of opening it today?' I could not imagine such willpower ... 'Don't be disappointed,' I said, 'if there's something less than a diamond ring in that box.' 'Oh, I *know* what's in the box,' Rosie replied. 'I told him what I wanted.' 'Oh, my God, Rosie,' I exclaimed. 'You're impossible.' But my curiosity triumphed over my disapproval. 'What is it?' 'It's not a diamond ring,' she said smugly. 'It's a turquoise ring. Turquoise is my birthstone.' 'You're a con artist, Rosie,' I said, feeling equal parts of admiration and dismay. 'Do you think it's very nice of you to wheedle Mr. Jensen into buying you a turquoise ring?' 'He asked me what I wanted and I told him,' Rosie replied. 'I really don't see what's wrong with that. He didn't have to buy it if he didn't want to.' 'Maybe it isn't a turquoise ring at all,' I said. 'Maybe it's two pumpkin seeds.' 'Maybe it is,' Rosie agreed. 'We won't know until my birthday.' She ran off then to Mrs. Dunleigh and Buster, kneeling down beside the poor asthmatic creature and petting him as passionately as if he were the prize dog in the Westminster Kennel Club show.

I’ve been sleeping with that darn thing under my pillow,” he said, sounding playfully irritated. I looked up to him, not saying anything, as I was still too stunned to speak. I was sure he could read the questions in my eyes, but he had his own to address. “Do you like it?” A web of thin gold vines crawled up, forming the circle of the ring, holding at the top two gems—one green, one purple—that kissed at the crown of it. I knew the purple one was my birthstone, so the green one must be his. There we were, two little spots of light growing together, inseparable.