Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
Of all the worldly passions, lust is the most intense. All other worldly passions seem to follow in its train.
Interpretation
Lust is a powerful and primary desire among all human passions, influencing other desires as well.
Gautama Buddha suggests that among all human desires, lust stands out as the most intense and driving force. This suggests that lust not only has a profound impact on individual behavior but also shapes and directs other passions and relationships, indicating its powerful role in human experience.
In practice
During a discussion about human emotions, one might quote Buddha to illustrate the overwhelming nature of lust.
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.
What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.
But what happens when her beauty is torn from her like a cover from a book? Will he care to read her then, although her pages speak of nothing but love for him?
Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.
I'll paint you moments of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings.
Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
It is always difficult to give oneself up; few persons anywhere ever succeed in doing so, and even fewer transcend the possessive stage to know love for what it actually is: a perpetual discovery, and immersion in the waters of reality, an unending re-creation.
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