Cactus Resilience Quotes

Be the cactus, a proof of unsubmission, and blossom amidst the fiercest environment.

A cactus,” he echoes. “Why a cactus?” I shrug. “They’re strong and resilient, and survive under extreme conditions.

Below cascading breaths of storming sighs Shudder the petals of the desert skies; Gentle blossom, nestled flame atop thorns Savors languid sunbeams after gust storms, Breeze parted clouds afford warmth to the bud Softly caressing limbs windswept in mud, Draped spider tinsel on pin blades verdant Peacefully swing in the mellowed current, As raised arms pine for the sun’s strengthened gaze That’s nurtured generations long lost days, From arid desert sands, to seeds in soil From rainfall of winter, to summer’s toil, Stemmed firm to withstand changing tides time brings Cactus being ‘neath the winds flowing wings.

Looks like you’re ready for your next tattoo.” I smile wide, showing him all my teeth. “You fucking bet I am.” “What will you be getting today, on this fine Tuesday morning?” “I want a cactus,” I say finally. He pauses, glancing up at me with raised brows. “A cactus,” he echoes. “Why a cactus?” I shrug. “They’re strong and resilient, and survive under extreme conditions.” My friend juts out his bottom lip, considering that. “Oh, and they don’t harm a fly unless you fuck with them.” That pulls another full-bellied laugh from Simon. “A cactus,” he repeats again with a chuckle, shaking his head almost in wonder. “That’s who I am now—who I choose to be. A cactus.

The body can be a marvel of resiliency, a cactus when it comes to sleep - capable of surviving on mere drops.

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 47 Be the cactus, a proof of unsubmission, And blossom amidst the fiercest environment. In a world primed with the probability of hate, Be love impossible and lift all lost in lament. Aspire to expire for a cause uncausable, And your heart will shine with light untamable. When all go berserk for sect as bozos on booze, Be the sectless sapiens and stand indivisible. When all are possessed with the libido of liberty, Be the first one standing, responsible 'n righteous. In a world founded on unfounded assumptions, Be the first ink of understanding unpresumptuous. Blockheads and blockhearts have only blocked amity. It's time to unblock, unfold and undivide our psyche.

Mysterious forces steer people to meet and love another soul. In my case, it was not because I chose Mona, my wife; rather, it was because fate was stronger than me, and God always manages our lives to the better. While I was busy trying to build my life and my career, my angel bird was on a noble mission to affect my life through great sacrifices of her own. The culture I was born in respects the sanctity of women and the value of family life. I was raised in a female-dominated environment. I had a strong grandmother, a resilient mother and five sisters. I was raised to value loyalty and faithful commitment to one woman at a time. Following the principles of my faith, during my teenage youth, I did not know any woman physically or get involved in any serious relationships. Yes, during my university years, I met my angel sweetheart, but I treated her with respect and behaved in the way I was taught. My intentions toward her were good and I made them clear to her. I treated her as an equal and made sure she knew I valued her thoughts. I may sound old-fashioned, but I do believe the adage that ‘the woman is the temple of the man’. Mona was most certainly my temple.