Even the severed branch grows again, and the sunken moon returns: wise men who ponder this are not troubled in adversity.
BHARTRHARIWhat is the most profitable? Fellowship with the good. What is the worst thing in the world? The society of evil men. What is the greatest loss? Failure in ones duty.
More Bhartrhari Quotes
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Fate’s sentence written on the brow no hand can e’er efface.
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For a moment man is a boy, for a moment a lovesick youth, for a moment bereft of wealth, for a moment in the height of prosperity; then at life’s end with limbs worn out by old age and wrinkles adorning his face, like an actor he retires behind the curtain of death.
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A good man may fall, but he falls like a ball [and rebounds]; the ignoble man falls like a lump of clay.
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Let us keep a firm grip upon our money, for without it the whole assembly of virtues are but as blades of grass.
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The constant man loses not his virtue in misfortune. A torch may point towards the ground, but its flame will still point upwards.
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The moth unwitting rushes on the fire, Through ignorance the fish devours the bait, We men know well the foes that lie in wait, Yet cannot shun the meshes of desire.
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Trees loaded with fruit are bent down; the clouds when charged with fresh rain hang down near the earth: even so good men are not uplifted through prosperity. Such is the natural character of the liberal.
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The pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
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Those who possess that treasure which no thief can take away, Which, though on suppliants freely spent, increaseth day by day,
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There is no medicine to cure a fool!
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Idleness is a great enemy to mankind. There is no friend like energy, for, if you cultivate that, it will never fail.
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Trees bend low with ripened fruit; clouds hang down with gentle rain; noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.
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I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.
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Knowledge is wonderful and truth serene But man in their service bleeds.
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Those from whom we were born have long since departed, and those with whom we grew up exist only in memory. We, too, through the approach of death, become, as it were, trees growing on the sandy bank of a river.
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