Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
A good friend who points out mistakes is to be respected, as if he reveals a secret of hidden treasure.
Interpretation
True friends help us see our flaws and improve, which is a valuable gift.
This quote by Gautama Buddha emphasizes the importance of having friends who are willing to offer constructive criticism. Such friends not only help us recognize our mistakes but also contribute to our personal growth, much like revealing a hidden treasure that can enrich our understanding and character.
In practice
In a speech about personal development, one might say, 'Remember the words of Buddha: A good friend who points out mistakes is to be respected.'
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.
As the yellow gold is tried in fire, so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity.
The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another. Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart.
It is like taking the sun out of the world, to bereave human life of friendship.
Frank Zappa was one of the gods of the Czech underground, I thought of him as a friend. Whenever I feel like escaping from the world of the Presidency, I think of him.
We form an association of brothers in all points of the globe ... yet there is one unseen that can hardly be felt, yet it weighs on us. Whence comes it? Where is it? No one knows ... or at least no one tells. This association is secret even to us the veterans of the Secret Societies.
My mum and I have an incredible friendship now after a mixture of pain, honesty, unconditional love and a long break from each other
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