What did Shantideva mean by: In joy and sorrow all are equal, Thus be guardian of all, as of yourself. - Shantideva Monk · India Copy
+ There is nothing to fear other than my mind. Feraz Zeid, July 9, 2023December 12, 2023, Shantideva, Mind, 0 - Shantideva Monk · India
+ Partake of this sacred mystery: to take the place of others, giving them his own. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Shantideva, Mystery, Sacred, 0 - Shantideva Monk · India
+ There is no evil like hatred, and no fortitude like patience. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Shantideva, Evil, Fortitude, Hatred, 0 - Shantideva Monk · India
+ May those whose hell it is to hate and hurt be turned into lovers bringing flowers. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Shantideva, Hate, Hurt, Love, 0 - Shantideva Monk · India
+ The renunciation of doing harm is the perfection of discipline Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Shantideva, Discipline, Harm, Perfection, 0 - Shantideva Monk · India
+ How wonderful will it be when all beings experience each other as limbs on the one body of life. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Shantideva, Body, Limbs, Wonderful, 0 - Shantideva Monk · India
+ The source of all happiness lies in thinking of others. Feraz Zeid, June 4, 2023December 12, 2023, Shantideva, Lying, Source, 0 - Shantideva Monk · India
+ One should do nothing other than what is directly or indirectly of benefit to living beings. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Shantideva, Benefit, 0 - Shantideva Monk · India
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user. - William Morris Designer · England
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
