The pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
BHARTRHARIThe pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
More Bhartrhari Quotes
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Where is the greatest peace? In truth and righteousness. Who is the hero? The man who subdues his senses. Who is the best beloved? The faithful wife. What is wealth? Knowledge. What is the most perfect happiness? Staying at home.
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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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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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I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.
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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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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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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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Man is but a beast without it: such a glorious god is Learning.
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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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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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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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Fate’s sentence written on the brow no hand can e’er efface.
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There is no medicine to cure a fool!
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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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