Fraccaro Panettone Quotes & Sayings

As I began researching butterflies, however, the monarch stood out among all of them. It's the only butterfly - the only insect - that migrates like a bird or a whale! — Mary Alice Monroe

Everything worthwhile ends. We are in the perpetual process now: creation, maturation, cessation. — John Logan

We have organized lobbyists in favor of Israel. You can't open your mouth. I can call the president of the United States anything in the book, but if you say one thing about Israel, and you're off limits. — Helen Thomas

I created you from one soul, and from the soul I created its mate so that you may live in harmony and love. — M.H. Shakir

Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied. — W.H. Davies

It's best not to get settled on things being a certain way, I realized. Life had a funny way if interrupting your plans. — Tracey Porter

Gold may shine; but it has no true light. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

Are you two having some sort of strange human thing that you can't follow what I'm saying? (Simi) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

My love for peanut butter is so deep that I can't look at a jar without devouring it! — Monica DiNatale

If I take my whole, passionate, spiritual and physical love to the woman who in return loves me, that is how I serve God. And my hymn and my game of joy is my work. — D.H. Lawrence

Tax complexity itself is a kind of tax. — Max Baucus

People always say humour helps to avoid the dark things in life. I think it's the opposite. Humour helps us understand and partner with the sadness and beauty of life. And sometimes, because we're bathed in laughter, we are protected. Or at least, humour can help us see the world differently. — Bruce McCulloch

Those who believe that where great personages are concerned new favors cause old injuries to be forgotten deceive themselves. — Niccolo Machiavelli

I may look like Froggy the Gremlin, but in truth I'm Prince Fuckin Charming. — Stephen King

To grow up at all is to conceal the mass of internal scar tissue that throbs in our dreams. — Ernest Becker