“False is the body, false are the clothes; false is beauty.”

But for disloyalty to her husband a wife is censured among men, and ,in her next life she is born in the womb of a jackal and tormented by diseases, the punishment of her sin.

Excluded from all fellowship at meals, excluded from all sacrifices, excluded from instruction and from matrimonial alliances, abject and excluded from all religious duties, let them wander over, this earth.

Even kings and emperors, with mountains of property and oceans of wealth – these are not even equal to an ant, who does not forget God.

That one plant should be sown and another be produced cannot happen; whatever seed is sown, a plant of that kind even comes forth.

The soul bride shall never be a widow, she shall never suffer sorrow.

When the purpose of the appointment to ,cohabit with the widow bas been attained in accordance with the law, those two shall behave towards each other like a father and a daughter in law.

Make of the Silence your to-do tasks, of the compassion your wealth and of the meditation your beggar’s bowl.

Let no man in the world live in delusion. Without a Guru none can cross over to the other shore.

Sing the songs of joy to the Lord, serve the Name of the Lord, and become the servant of His servants.

By twice born men a widow must not be appointed to ,cohabit with any other ,than her husband , for they who appoint ,her to another ,man , will violate the eternal law.

Thou has a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; Thou host a thousand forms and yet not one form.

Death would not be called bad, o people, if one knew how to truly die.

I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?

Whatever be the qualities of the man with whom a woman is united according to the law, such qualities even she assumes, like a river, united with the ocean.

The ignorant soul bride wanders in delusion, in the love of duality, she sits like a widow. She sits like a widow, in the love of duality, infatuated with Maya, she suffers in pain. She grows old, and her body withers away.

I don’t die, He who is merged with the omnipresent is never gone.

She mistook the danger signals in her belly for butterflies.

I think, to me, reality is better than being fake.

I should now admit I once made a fake account just to talk to you once more.

I taught myself how to play the guitar, I taught myself how to play the drums, and I kind of fake doing both of them. But drumming comes more natural to me, and it just feels better.

It was probably in third grade – I had a super fake, gold herringbone chain. I don’t remember if it was my mom’s or how I got it, but ever since then, I’ve loved chains.

As long as we are faking it we are just showing the world how to fake it – but they already are! They want to see us get real.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

If you haven’t got it. Fake it! Too short? Wear big high heels, but do practice walking!