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“The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland.

The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.

The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides.

The grandparent will move the flowerbox halfway out of the sun.

The child will turn it around properly so that the fern is in the shade, and not the cactus.

The moral of the story?

Kids are smart.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“He'd always had a quickening of the heart when he crossed into Arizona and beheld the cactus country. This was as the desert should be, this was the desert of the picture books, with the land unrolled to the farthest distant horizon hills, with saguaro standing sentinel in their strange chessboard pattern, towering supinely above the fans of ocotillo and brushy mesquite.”
― Dorothy B. Hughes, The Expendable Man

“He unlaced his arms and took a step forward. "You hurt?"
"Not badly." She tried to smile, but her lips only curved on one side. "My main problem is that I'm stuck to a cactus."
(...)
"How'd you manage to get tangled up with a cactus?" J.T. crouched beside her and started extricating her from the prickly plant.
"Well, believe it or not, I was on my way to apologize to you when a prairie-dog hole jumped up and grabbed my shoe heel.”
― Karen Witemeyer, A Tailor-Made Bride

“During your struggle society is not a bunch of flowers, it is a bunch of cactus.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“What a surprise. That boy doesn't have the sense God gave a cactus.”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“So they drove again, Vivien sitting up and looking now, but as navigator only, letting the desert scratch its own thorny poetry on the enormous moon.”
― Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall

“Both a rose and a cactus have thorns, and while the rose may say, "I love you," the cactus says, "Fuck off." I think that's important to remember, and it's the ideal way to farm ducks.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“It was the act of a gentleman, and Damian was as gentle as a cactus.”
― Aishabella Sheikh, Converting The Bad Boy

“People are not cactuses, they need plenty of water and, when talking about friendship, the water is our time.”
― BirutÄ— Sol

“Anger was simple, self-sustaining as a cactus. You couldn't look too closely at it, lest the spines get you in the eye.”
― Rebecca Scherm, Unbecoming

“Every cactus blooms,
some with little rooms,
some give flowers that grow,
others so small it won't show!

Todo cacto floresce,
com um pouco de calor,
alguns dão flor que cresce,
outros tão pequena flor!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine

“Only cactuses had perennial appeal. And cactuses were of no interest to her.”
― Milan Kundera

“Be sharp like a cactus, people are afraid to touch and not a sort of rubbish.”
― sophieya

“Hay imágenes que son como abrazar a un cactus. Siguen doliendo, aunque hayas quitado una a una las espinas.”
― Ayanta Barilli, Un mar violeta oscuro

“Mr. Cuddleswithbubbles just asked me if I could make a soapy duck soup that’s scented like a Boxcar Willie song, to capture that classic 1991 Branson nostalgia. I’ll try, but I’m not sure if I have that much cactus extract.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“I can see why people drink booze, because boos are a little too dry to satisfy thirst. It would be like chugging a cactus, and while that has enough water for a duck to swim in, it's the kind of thing that's best served to politicians.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“Not all love is a bed of rose,
And not every flower glows.
Even the cactus with its thorn
Can make an impact to reborn!

Nem todo amor é um mar de rosa,
nem toda flor é assim tao cheirosa.
Mas até o cacto com tanto espinho
causa um impacto em seu caminho!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine

“When the going gets tough,
Just like golden barrel cactus,
You bloom yellow
And poesy drips from you
Instead of tears.”
― Neelam Saxena Chandra, Splinters of a Broken Mirror

“My allergies completely disappeared after moving to Hawaii. I had suspected Tucson was causing them, as much of the pollen is coming from cactus, which I know I have no genetic adaptation to. Numerous people report the development of seasonal allergies when they start living in Tucson. It is a known aspect of living there for many.”
― Steven Magee, Magee’s Disease

“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.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan