Procesi N Puerta Quotes & Sayings

I tap my pen against the Edith Piaf record, thinking of how to express my future sentiments when my journey comes to an end. Either in the arms of the girl I love, or buried in a box of memories, this note will be the last.
'Ma femme,
Je ne regrette rien, because I found everything.
I love you. — Ashley Pullo

A wise man sees as much as he ought, not as much as he can. — Michel De Montaigne

We all have the right to choose our own gods, and worship them. No matter even if it is a stone, an animal or a piece of cake. — M.F. Moonzajer

I'm a workaholic, and a lot of girls don't know how to deal with a workaholic. — Romeo Miller

If the preservation of the home means the enslavement of women, economically or morally, then we had better break it. — Agnes Macphail

It is necessary to introduce light vibrations, represented by reds and yellows, and a sufficient amount of blues, to obtain an airy feeling. — Paul Cezanne

The happiness and unhappiness of men depends as much on their ethics as on fortune. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Animals keep you company when you're really lonely. It helps because when you have a friend around who always likes you no matter what - it's harder to feel bad or down. — Aaron Carter

I have more money now than I know what to do with. — Mark Wahlberg

Some people would sacrifice their biggest love for a bigger hate. — Amy Lane

I try to lie as much as I can when I'm interviewed. It's reverse psychology. I figure if you lie, they'll print the truth. — River Phoenix

A white crowned night sparrow sings as the moon sets. Thunder growls far off. Our campfire is a single light. Amongst a hundred peaks and waterfalls. The manifold voices of falling water Take all night. Wrapped in your down bag Starlight on you cheeks and eyelids Your breath comes and goes In a tiny cloud in the frosty night. Ten thousand birds sing in the sunrise. Ten thousand years revolve without change. All this will never be again. — Kenneth Rexroth

Everything is changeable, everything appears and disappears; there is no blissful peace until one passes beyond the agony of life and death. — Gautama Buddha