Paimon Quotes & Sayings

Fast tempo is essential for success; do it, fix it, try it! — Brian Tracy

Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too. — Amy Tan

I've never had an exclusive relationship to a room where I write. I used to want one. — Mona Simpson

On the path to successful action, we will fail - possibly many times. And that's okay. It can be a good thing, even. Action and failure are two sides of the same coin. One doesn't come without the other. What breaks this critical connection down is when people stop acting - because they've taken failure the wrong way. — Ryan Holiday

I'm nearing the end of the road and still learning. — Mike Wallace

Every man knows that slavery is a curse. Whoever denies this, his lips libel his heart. — Theodore Dwight Weld

Paimon would never believe the lie I was about to tell. That was the really weird thing about evil. Lying to God was better than lying to the devil: Good will forgive you. — Rick Yancey

Looking back we see with great clarity, and what once appeared as difficulties now reveal themselves as blessings. — Dan Millman

The devil has a Ph.D. in perfect logic. — Anthony De Mello

With 'Attachments,' my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout. — Rainbow Rowell

A lot of people say I'm bent, and I've heard it so many times that I've almost learned to accept it. — Dusty Springfield

The bull who killed Vicente Girones was named Bocanegra, was Number 118 of the bull-breeding establishment of Sanchez Taberno, and was killed by Pedro Romero as the third bull of that same afternoon. His ear was cut by popular acclimation and given to Pedro Romero, who, in turn, gave it to Brett, who wrapped it in a handkerchief belonging to myself, and left both ear and handkerchief, along with a number of Muratti cigarette-stubs, shoved far back in the drawer of the bed-table that stood beside her bed in the Hotel Montoya, in Pamplona. — Ernest Hemingway,