Cereus Plant Quotes & Sayings

When it's on us, seems like the storm will never pass. But it always does. — Willie Nelson

This is the Manifesto of Little Monster
There is something heroic about the way my fans operate their cameras. So precisely, so intricately and so proudly. Like Kings writing the history of their people, is their prolific nature that both creates and procures what will later be percieved as the kingdom. So the real truth about Lady Gaga fans, my little monsters, lies in this sentiment: They are the Kings. They are the Queens. They write the hisory of the kingdom and I am something of a devoted Jester. It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond, or the lie I should say, for which we kill. We are nothing without our image. Without our projection. Without the spiritual hologram of who we percieve ourselves to be or rather to become, in the future.
When you are lonely,
I will be lonely too.
And this is the fame. — Lady Gaga

He's kissing me and though this is the first time, it feels like recovering a long-forgotten memory. My body seems to say, "Yes, this," and then I'm kissing him back as if I were born to be in his arms. I never realized how tightly guilt and fear had been wound about me until this moment, when they unwind into the air and fly away, leaving me with nothing but this guileless delight. — Rosamund Hodge

When the market falls again this time, the Fed will again ramp up its money-printing program. This time I feel a good candidate for the next bubble will be a commodity bubble. This could be the fuel for the fire for a new gold bubble. — David Skarica

Scrape the surface of language, and you will behold interstellar space and the skin that encloses it. — Velimir Khlebnikov

One generation's pleasure became a burden for another. Hence, entire collections from father to son were sold for a song, and the vendors, knowing nothing about literature, would place a price on the books. (about secondhand literature book) — Murzban F. Shroff

Ive been taught very early on that if you want to win a tournament youve got to beat anybody, and hopefully I play well and enjoy it. — Steffi Graf

Everybody knows that Black Sabbath started everything and almost every single thing that people are playing today has already been done by Black Sabbath. They wrote every single good riff ... ever. — Rob Zombie

You are so beautiful to me. — Billy Preston

And I think of the night-blooming cereus, a plant that looks like a leathery weed most of the year. But for one night each summer its flower opens to reveal silky white petals, which encircle yellow lacelike threads, and another whole flower like a tiny sea anemone within the outer flower. By morning, the flower has shriveled. One night of the year, as delicate and fleeting as a life in the universe. — Alan Lightman

Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can't seem to make yourself want him. But that's not nearly as bad as when you meet the wrong guy, and you can't make yourself not want him. You feel hollow inside, just waiting and wishing and dreaming. You feel like every moment is leading to something so amazing that there's no name for it, and if you could just get there with him, it would be such a ... relief. It would be all you'd ever need. — Lisa Kleypas

And I got out of there without punching anyone, kicking anyone, or breaking down in tears. Some days the small victories are all you achieve. — Molly Ringle

By the war's end, non-Chileans constituted 53 percent of the first engineers; 20 percent of the second engineers; — William F. Sater

Are there going to be a hundred of you here in a little while if I keep feeding you?" I asked. He finished his piece of apple and jumped up and down again a few times. I cut him another piece, and he repeated the jump-and-catch trick. He's been here before, I thought. The guest house probably gets a fair amount of use, and he's used to being able to get food from the people staying here, whoever they are. I looked through the trees behind the house, wondering if there was a nest of the things back there somewhere. Monkeys — Luther M. Siler