Bernard of Clairvaux Quotes
I do a great wrong in His sight, when I beseech Him that He will hear my prayer, which as I give utterance to it, I do not hear myself. I entreat Him that He will think of me; but I regard neither myself nor Him. Nay, what is worse, turning over corrupt and evil thoughts in mine heart, I thrust a dreadful offensiveness into His presence.
Bernard of Clairvaux
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Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.
Pablo Casals
Lincoln - they used to talk about him almost as bad as they talk about me. So democracy has never been for the faint of heart.
Barack Obama
The happiest day - the happiest hourMy sear'd and blighted heart hath known,The highest hope of pride and power,I feel hath flown.
Edgar Allan Poe
You must have heard about the beautiful Sufi legend of Majnu and Laila. It is not an ordinary love story. The word majnu means mad, mad for God. And laila is the symbol of God. Sufis think of God as the beloved; laila means the beloved. Everybody is a Majnu, and God is the beloved. And one has to open one’s heart, the eye of the heart.
Rajneesh
12. The world is none other than the mind. The mind is none other than the heart. Therefore the entire story finishes in the heart.
Ramana Maharshi
There is an indolence in griefWhich will not even seek relief. What is the toil, or care, or pain,The human heart cannot sustain?Enough if struggling can createA change or colour in our fate;But where's the spirit that can copeWith listless suffering, when hope,The last of misery's allies,Sickens of its sweet self, and dies.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish; For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth; Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some wholesome use.
Martin Farquhar Tupper
Follow diligently the Way in your own heart, but make no display of it to the world.
Lao Tzu
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
William Shakespeare
I do a great wrong in His sight, when I beseech Him that He will hear my prayer, which as I give utterance to it, I do not hear myself. I entreat Him that He will think of me; but I regard neither myself nor Him. Nay, what is worse, turning over corrupt and evil thoughts in mine heart, I thrust a dreadful offensiveness into His presence.
Bernard of Clairvaux