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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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.
He'd discovered that his memories of that summer were like bad movie montages - young lovers tossing a Frisbee in the park, sharing a melting ice-cream cone, bicycling along the river, laughing, talking, kissing, a sappy score drowning out the dialogue because the screenwriter had no idea what these two people might say to each other.
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Returning hate, adding deeper darkness to a night that is already void of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
God dislikes evil, and no happiness can be built on hate. Love one another as brothers.
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