Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
How easy it is to see your brother's faults, How hard it is to face your own.
Interpretation
It is simpler to notice the shortcomings in others than to acknowledge our own flaws.
This quote by Gautama Buddha highlights a fundamental aspect of human nature: the tendency to judge others while often being blind to our own imperfections. It calls for self-reflection and encourages individuals to confront their own faults before criticizing those of others, promoting personal growth and empathy.
In practice
During a team meeting where constructive criticism is encouraged.
Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
A kind man who makes good use of wealth is rightly said to possess a great treasure; but the miser who hoards up his riches will have no profit.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
Make an island of yourself, make yourself your refuge; there is no other refuge. Make truth your island, make truth your refuge; there is no other refuge.
When a wise man is advised of his errors, he will reflect on and improve his conduct. When his misconduct is pointed out, a foolish man will not only disregard the advice but rather repeat the same error.
The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood.
Right attitudes produces right action
It is astonishing how elements that seem insoluble become soluble when someone listens.
Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something.
Most people dislike vanity in others, whatever share they have of it themselves; but I give it fair quarter, wherever I meet with it, being persuaded that it is often productive of good to the possessor, and to others who are within his sphere of action: and therefore, in many cases, it would not be altogether absurd if a man were to thank God for his vanity among the other comforts of life.
In the broad light of day mathematicians check their equations and their proofs, leaving no stone unturned in their search for rigour. But, at night, under the full moon, they dream, they float among the stars and wonder at the miracle of the heavens. They are inspired. Without dreams there is no art, no mathematics, no life.
All goals apart from the means are illusions; becoming is a denial of being.
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