Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
In the end it is nothing other than the loving kindness with which the woman cares for her child that makes the difference. Her concern concentrates on one thing just like the Buddhist practice of concentration. She thinks of nothing but her child, which is similar to Buddhist compassion. That must be why, although she created no other causes to bring about it, she was reborn in the Brahma heaven.
Interpretation
A mother's unconditional love and care for her child is the essence of compassion and leads to spiritual reward.
This quote emphasizes the profound importance of a mother's love and devotion to her child, portraying it as a pure form of compassion. It draws parallels between the focused care of a mother and the principles of Buddhist concentration and compassion, suggesting that such selfless love is spiritually uplifting and can lead to positive rebirths or outcomes.
In practice
This quote would be perfect in a Mother's Day speech celebrating the bond between mothers and children.
Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
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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.
Of the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die there.
Life and hope for the world are to be found only in the deeds of love.
If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?
He destroyed in her the knowing, doubting, sophisticated Ella, and again and again he put her intelligence to sleep, and with her willing connivance, so that she floated darkly on her love for him, on her naivety, which is another word for a spontaneous creative faith. And when his own distrust of himself destroyed this woman-in-love, so that she began thinking, she would fight to return to naivety.
Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.
If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.
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