A Quote by Gautama Buddha
You throw thorns, falling in my silence they become flowers.
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We should serve others without any expectations whatsoever. When others throw thorns at us, we should be able to throw flowers back at them.
Rumi says love turns thorns into flowers. This means that hate turns flowers into thorns!
It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. To approach this silence, it is necessary to journey to the desert. You do not go to the desert to find identity, but to loses it, to lose your personality, to be anonymous. You make yourself void. You become silence. You become more silent than the silence around you. And then something extraordinary happens: you hear silence speak.
The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.
The silence is there within us. What we have to do is to enter into it, to become silent, to become the silence. The purpose of meditation and the challenge of meditation is to allow ourselves to become silent enough to allow this interior silence to emerge. Silence is the language of the spirit.
if a sheep eats bushes does it eat flowers too? a sheep eats whatever it finds even a flower with thorn? even a flower with thorns. then what's the good of thorns?
In silence one can receive more because all one's activities become concentrated at one point. There is only one real rhythm; in silence you hear it. When you live to the rhythm of this silence, you become it, slowly; everything you do, you do to it.
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil they throw flowers at you. In Argentina they throw themselves.
Enthusiasm is a wonderful thing. In South America they throw flowers to you. In Greece Greeks throw themselves.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
We can choose to gather to our hearts the thorns of disappointment, failure, loneliness, and dismay in our present situation. Or we can gather the flowers of God's grace, boundless love, abiding presence, and unmatched joy. I choose to gather the flowers.
I liked the solitude and the silence of the woods and the hills. I felt there the sense of a presence, something undefined and mysterious, which was reflected in the faces of the flowers and the movements of birds and animals, in the sunlight falling through the leaves and in the sound of running water, in the wind blowing on the hills and the wide expanse of earth and sky.
There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.
There's no dearth of kindness in this world of ours; Only in our blindness we gather thorns for flowers.
