Deramus Recycling Quotes & Sayings

Hummingbird
Flitting, darting
A restless quest
To fuel a fire
That burns your breast
Seeking sweetness
For selfish glee
Bringing gifts
So heedlessly
Your touch a trigger
You fire life
Igniting beauty
In vibrant strife
To equal you
In colors bright
They dazzle, dumbfound
And delight
But in tableau
Their beauty ends
Enlivened only
By the wind
Whilst you with
Generous energy
Prove a lovely
Vibrant Persephone
Their season ends
Those blooms of spring
And hummingbird
On fragile wing
Too soon I fear
You will expire
Sweetness smolders
Consumed in fire. — Michael Sullivan

I could easily go one or two days without realizing that I'm so, so hungry. That's the negative outcome of what I've become. — Takeru Kobayashi

May, queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead?
Or to the lute give heed
In the green bowers. — Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow

So even if the hot loneliness is there, and for 1.6 seconds we sit with that restlessness when yesterday we couldn't sit for even one, that's the journey of the warrior. (68) — Pema Chodron

Eating is aggressive by nature, and the implements required for it could quickly become weapons; table manners are, most basically, a system of taboos designed to ensure that violence remains out of the question. — Margaret Visser

My body is falling apart and my mind fell apart a long time ago. — James Frey

Truth be told, Victor didn't care for graveyards, either. He didn't like dead people, mostly because he had no effect on them. Sydney, conversely, didn't like dead people because she had such a marked effect on them. — Victoria Schwab

Every dance is and gives ecstasy. — Curt Sachs

I think the Saree makes a woman look sexy yet graceful all at the same time.. — Gauri Khan

Modern music is three farts and a raspberry, orchestrated. — John Barbirolli

I was perturbed by the suspicion that the anguish of love contemned was alloyed in her broken heart with the pangs, sordid in my young mind, of wounded vanity. I had not yet learnt how contradictory is human nature; I did not know how much pose there is in the sincere. how much baseness in the noble, nor how much goodness in the reprobate. — W. Somerset Maugham

You're very beautiful, dear', she said, 'what nationality are you, Indian?'
'No', I smiled, 'I'm Aboriginal.'
She looked at me in shock. 'You can't be,' she said.
'I am.'
'Oh, you poor thing,' she said, putting her arm around me, 'what on earth are you going to do? — Sally Morgan

To answer that I have to describe what I think is my responsibility as a thriller writer: To give my readers the most exciting roller coaster ride of a suspense story I can possibly think of. — Jeffery Deaver