Pierros Downtown Quotes & Sayings

Mankind's greatest error, the biggest deception of the past thousand years is this: to confuse poverty with stupidity. — Orhan Pamuk

A moderate addiction to money may not always be hurtful; but when taken in excess it is nearly always bad for the health. — Clarence Day

Old habits never die. They just get harder to justify. — Kalan Chapman Lloyd

This is a stupid song and that's the way I like it. — Frank Zappa

A day with my kids is the best day. — Vin Diesel

I love you Tory. I know I say it a lot, but ... "
"I know baby. I feel the same way about you. Those words never convey what goes through my mind and heart every time I look up and see you sitting in my house. Funny thign is, I always thought my house was full and that there was nothing missing in my life. I had a job I loved. Family who loved me. Good friends to keep me sane. Everything a human could want. And t hen I met an infuriating, impossible man who added the one thing I didn't know wasn't there."
"Dirty socks on the floor?"
She laughed. "No, the other part of my heart. The last face I see before I go to sleep and the first one I see when I get up. I'm so glad it was you."
Those words both thrilled and scared him. Mostly because he knew firsthand that if love went untended it turned into profound hatred.
Tory and Acheron — Sherrilyn Kenyon

are here. And if it's something they can't handle, we'll call Klaus." Jimmy Joe swallowed a last — J. Helen Elza

What is religion? That which is never spoken. — Henry David Thoreau

A panther poised in the cypress tree about to jump is a
panther poised in a cypress tree about to jump.
The panther is a poem of fire green eyes and a heart charged
by four winds of four directions.
The panther hears everything in the dark: the unspoken
tears of a few hundred human years, storms that will break
what has broken his world, a bluebird swaying on a branch a
few miles away.
He hears the death song of his approaching prey:
I will always love you, sunrise.
I belong to the black cat with fire green eyes.
There, in the cypress tree near the morning star. — Joy Harjo

Boundary vs. Horizon
Our imagination is not a boundary, it's a horizon.
It moves with us and is therefore limitless. — Beryl Dov