The constant man loses not his virtue in misfortune. A torch may point towards the ground, but its flame will still point upwards.
BHARTRHARIFate’s sentence written on the brow no hand can e’er efface.
More Bhartrhari Quotes
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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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I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.
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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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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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Fate’s sentence written on the brow no hand can e’er efface.
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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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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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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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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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Kindness can turn the bad man’s heart, and fools convert to wise, Make poison into nectar-juice, and friends of enemies.
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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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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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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 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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