A Quote by Rupa Goswami

May the honey-sweet flute music that flows from Lord Mukunda's lotus mouth fill me with bliss.

Rupa Goswami

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Bliss Fill Flows Flute Honey Lord Lotus May Me Mouth Music Sweet

Quote Author

Rupa Goswami
Poet
1493 - 1564

I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.

Bernard of Clairvaux

O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.

Rabindranath Tagore

Happy is the man whom the Muses love: sweet speech flows from his mouth.

Hesiod

I spit honey out of my mouth: nothing is second-best after the sweet of Eros.

Hilda Doolittle

May the power of your love, Lord Christ, fiery and sweet as honey, so absorb our hearts as to withdraw them from all that is under heaven. Grant that we may be ready to die for love of your love, as you died for love of our love.

Francis of Assisi

QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

William Shakespeare

Honey is sweet, "and so is knowledge, but knowledge is like the bee that made that sweet honey, you have to chase it through the pages of a book." (taken from "Thank you, Mr. Falker" )

Patricia Polacco

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.

Jean-Paul Sartre

As long as I talked unceasingly about the Lord,The Lord stayed away, kept at a distance.But when I silenced my mouth, sat very stillAnd fixed my mind at the doorway of the Lord,I was linked to the music of the Word,And all my talking came to an end.

Kabir

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.

John Milton

Pigs may like honey, but that doesn't stop it being sweet.

Germaine Greer

There's the whole significance of Krishna as the flute player who awakens our consciousness. It doesn't necessarily have to be a flute because for me it was a sitar or a guitar or even Elvis Presley doing "Heartbreak Hotel." It was like Krishna's flute calling me somewhere. It's just really simple when we can remember.