Panchito Riset Quotes & Sayings

Success without integrity is always fleeting, or monstrous. — Bryant McGill

The window to the past opened up to her like a dragon's maw, dark and jagged, an abyss licked with fire. — Lara Adrian

But it was enough if, in my own bed, my sleep was deep and allowed my mind to relax entirely; then it would let go of the map of the place where I had fallen asleep and, when I woke in the middle of the night, since I did not know where I was, I did not even understand in the first moment who I was; all I had, in its original simplicity, was the sense of existence as it may quiver in the depths of an animal; I was more bereft than a caveman; but then the memory - not yet of the place where I was, but of several of those where I had lived and where I might have been - would come to me like help from on high to pull me out of the void from which I could not have got out on my own; I passed over centuries of civilization in one second, and the image confusedly glimpsed of oil lamps, then of wing-collar shirts, gradually recomposed my self's original features. — Marcel Proust

Self love is number one. As you radiate it out to others; it will radiate back to you. — Renae A. Sauter

And here one must not that hatred is acquired just as much by means of good actions as by bad ones; and so, as I said above, if a prince wishes to maintain the state, he is often obliged not to be good; because whenever that group which you believe you need to support you is corrupted, whether it be the common people, the soldiers, or the nobles, it is to your advantage to follow their inclinations in order to satisfy them; and then good actions are your enemy. — Niccolo Machiavelli

If you're going to say the Jesus Prayer, at least say it to Jesus, and not to St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all wrapped up in one. — J.D. Salinger

Without contradiction, there would be no life, no movement, no progress, a deadly slumber of all forces. — Schelling

What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness? — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

For a moment my hands stopped aching from the cold, and instead longed for the familiar feel of music running through them. — Patrick Rothfuss

The Abbe Paul looked at Agnes rather as Alain had, with respect. 'How sensible. People are desperate to probe mysteries which for the most part are best left unprobed. It is the modern curse: this demented drive to explain every blessed thing. Not everything can be explained. Nor should be, I think. — Salley Vickers