“ If death comes to us, we will do everything possible to save ourselves but if it goes beyond that, let us learn to die gracefully. Let's not fight with it endlessly. Just stretching it one more month and one more month does not make any sense. ”
Source: Cancer, A Yogic Perspective; Chapter- “Coming to Terms with Mortality”; eBook Page #72
It's better to have died a small child than to be a politician who gets caught in a scandal during a slow news month.
I have noticed that even those who assert that everything is predestined and that we can change nothing about it still look both ways before they cross the street.
If you are not willing to be vulnerable, you are not willing to transform. Whatever does not transform is as good as dead.
People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near.
Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.