Aloes Plants Quotes & Sayings

The plants in the garden - the aloes, the almond tree, the rose tree and the iris - were afraid of her. The flowers withered under her breath and the touch of her hand was leprous for the leaves. The plants whose growth is belief, whose breathing is hope, whose immobility is confidence and whose calyx is prayer, the plants who kept watch into the night, hated this women with the secret force of stars. — Hendrik Cramer

At a time when politics deals in distortions and half truths, truth is to be found in the liberal arts. There's something afoot in this country and you are very much a part of it. — Joyce Carol Oates

I began waking up slowly into history, from which we do not emerge as from other nightmares. — Martha Cooley

there used to be a shopkeeper in Bristol who deliberately stuck ungrammatical signs in his window as a ruse to draw people into the shop; they would come in to complain, and he would then talk them into buying something. — Lynne Truss

The Darwinian adaptive trait of our time is the ability to figure out when we are being lied to on television. — Dick Morris

I find I like it too much. — Stonewall Jackson

You can't figure out why I'm mad? How about because I had my tongue between your legs two days ago, or the fact we both almost overdosed on orgasms, or maybe it's because I got a fucking hard on the minute you walked in that conference room door? Take your pick ... there are a variety of reasons why I'm mad. — Sawyer Bennett

I would write a scientific paper with the devil, if it was on high temperatures. The fellow's probably an authority. — Henry Eyring

Shut up and write! The world does not need to know the progress of your
writing every 5 minutes. — Primadonna Angela

As for 'story' I never yet did enjoy a novel or play in which someone didn't tell me afterward that there was something wrong with the story, so that's going to be no drawback as far as I'm concerned. "Good Lord, why am I so bored" "I know; it must be the plot developing harmoniously." So I often reply to myself, and there rises before me my special nightmare that of the writer as craftsman, natty and deft. — E. M. Forster

Move not in your anger; it is like putting to sea in a tempest. — Amelia Barr