Sorry. . . my mind was wandering. . . one time it went all the way to Venus and ordered a meal I couldn’t pay for.
I operate under the assumption that people don't notice the good in me. That's just how things always seem to play out. I get blamed, while con-artist kids like Venus, and Camille, and Gemma get believed. But the rescue lady noticed. In the background, just observing, she noticed.
Mars, when guilty of homicide, and set free from the charge of murder by the Athenians through favour, lest he should appear to be too fierce and savage, committed adultery with Venus.
I don't think it is an easy thing to write and expect to be commercial, even if you are from Venus and a hermaphrodite.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
An occultation of Venus is not half so difficult as an eclipse of the sun, but because it comes seldom the world thinks it's a grand thing.
On Venus you could cook a 16-inch pepperoni pizza in seven seconds, just by holding it out to the air. (Yes, I did the math. )
Venus knows country matters: country knows Venus: For Love, Dione's boy, was born on the farm.
In Valentine's Day or in any other day, the brightest star is not Venus or Jupiter but the very love in people's heart!
Venus favors the bold.
Now that I'm on Broadway, it's like NASA engineering with the costumes. I was very grateful for the slightly more high-tech ones in my show, 'Venus in Fur'; our costume designer Anita Yavich is kind of a genius.
Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.
By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmament by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct.
Everyone knows that yellow, orange, and red suggest ideas of joy and plenty. I can paint you the skin of Venus with mud, provided you let me surround it as I will.
A lifetime with Venus Williams will not be enough.
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
My film (Black Venus) had been very emotionally draining and difficult because I had identified so much with the lead character, Saartjie Baartman.
I can remember at the age of about six being fascinated by the planets and learning all about Mars and Venus and things.
All the sea-gods are dead. You, Venus, come home To your salt maidenhead.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
