“The rishis of old attained the Knowledge of Brahman. One cannot have this so long as there is the slightest trace of worldliness. How hard the rishis laboured ! Early in the morning they would go away from the hermitage, and would spend the whole day in solitude, meditating on Brahman. At night they would return to the hermitage and eat a little fruit or roots. They kept their mind aloof from the objects of sight, hearing, touch, and other things of a worldly nature. Only thus did they realize Brahman as their own inner conciousness.” WorldMindLittlesLongHardWholeNightRealizingMorningObjectsReturnSolitudeRootsSightFruitHearingGoing AwayWorldlyMeditatingAloofBrahmanWorldliness Author:Ramakrishna
“I've long said that if I were about to be executed and were given a choice of my last meal, it would be bacon and eggs. There are few sights that appeal to me more than the streaks of lean and fat in a good side of bacon, or the lovely round of pinkish meat framed in delicate white fat that is Canadian bacon. Nothing is quite as intoxicating as the smell of bacon frying in the morning, save perhaps the smell of coffee brewing.” IfsLongSaidWould BeLastsChoicesGivenSidesWhiteMorningFoodSightCookingRoundsSmellCoffeeLovelyFatsAppealsMeatMealsEggsCulinaryDelicateStreaksFramedBrewingFrying Author:James Beard
“We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and the parting day linger and play on its summit!” MindFirstsMayCountryPlayFeelingsLightLastsHeavenWishLibertyMorningSunObjectsProduceGratitudeGlorySightRisingNativeTemplesShoreDedicatedDependenceSummitPartingColumnsPiousSpires Book:An Address Delivered at the Completion of the Bunker Hill Monument, June 17, 1843 Source: An Address Delivered at the Completion of the Bunker Hill Monument, June 17, 1843
“Your ship was spotted off the coast this morning, slipping silently through the fog... coming around the cape she appeared in a shaft of sunlight... and what a sight to see! Glimmering as much as the ocean herself. Massive and beautiful beyond belief! Laden with treasures, happy times, friends, love, and laughter. Quick, you must PREPARE for her docking... you MUST make space in your life for her gifts... otherwise, just as quickly, she'll quietly slip back out to sea.” BeautifulBeliefSpaceMorningSeaOceanLaughterSightTreasureShipsMassiveSlipsSunlightCoastFogSlippingCapesFriend LoveHappy TimesLove And Laughter Author:Mike Dooley