Defoliate Autoflowers Quotes & Sayings

Then the woman in the bed sat up and looked about her with wild eyes; and the oldest of the old men said: 'Lady, we have come to write down the names of the immortals,' and at his words a look of great joy came into her face. Presently she, began to speak slowly, and yet eagerly, as though she knew she had but a little while to live, and, in English, with the accent of their own country; and she told them the secret names of the immortals of many lands, and of the colours, and odours, and weapons, and instruments of music and instruments of handicraft they held dearest; but most about the immortals of Ireland and of their love for the cauldron, and the whetstone, and the sword, and the spear, and the hills of the Shee, and the horns of the moon, and the Grey Wind, and the Yellow Wind, and the Black Wind, and the Red Wind. ("The Adoration of the Magi") — W.B.Yeats

Understanding is a lot like sex; it's got a practical purpose, but that's not why people do it normally. — Frank Oppenheimer

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest. — Jonathan Safran Foer

God, the name Susan is so ugly. It reminds me of the word sinus. — Bret Easton Ellis

I always say God should have given women one extra decade at least, especially if you want a family. You're trying to pack a lot in. — Christine Baranski

Vengeance is a lazy form of grief. — Nicole Kidman

The white men of the South had better make up their minds that the blacks will remain in the South just as long as corn will tassel and cotton will bloom into whiteness. — Timothy Thomas Fortune

Because if we were all created idealists, then life was bound to be one relentless disappointment. But then, there was also music. We unlearned the lies with one hand and repeated them with the other. — Nikolai Grozni

In her abhorrrence of a vacuum, Nature, for the furtherance of her favorite hobby, has often to resort to strange devices. If she could but understand that vacuity is sometimes better than superfluity! — Ellen Glasgow

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. — William Shakespeare

Everybody has a second personality, it may possess and make you do whatever it likes. — Michael Bassey Johnson

What art ought to do is tell stories which are moment-by-moment wonderful, which are true to human experience, and which in no way explain human experience. — John Gardner