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.
BHARTRHARILet us keep a firm grip upon our money, for without it the whole assembly of virtues are but as blades of grass.
More Bhartrhari Quotes
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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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Knowledge is wonderful and truth serene But man in their service bleeds.
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Fate’s sentence written on the brow no hand can e’er efface.
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Even the severed branch grows again, and the sunken moon returns: wise men who ponder this are not troubled in adversity.
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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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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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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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Three courses open lie to wealth, to give, enjoy, or lose, Who shrinketh from the former two, perforce the third doth choose.
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There is no medicine to cure a fool!
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Neither rings, bright chains, nor bracelets, perfumes, flowers, nor well-trimmed hair, Grace a man like polished language, th’ only jewel he should wear.
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What 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.
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I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.
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The pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
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I’ve wandered over many lands, and reaped withal no fruit, I’ve laid my pride of rank aside, and pressed my baffled suit, At stranger boards, like shameless crow, I’ve eaten bitter bread, But fierce Desire, that raging fire, still clamours to be fed.
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The source of inward happiness which shall outlast the earth– To them e’en kings should yield the palm, and own their higher worth.
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