All is lost. Monks, monks, monks.
Quotes about monks (16 Quotes)
I grew with it, and I used to go to see the monks, who had no possessions, even more extreme than my mother.
Disciple But the Bathhouse Sutra says, 'By contributing to the bathing of monks, people receive limitless blessings.' This would appear to be an instance of external practice achieving merit. How does this relate to beholding the mind Bodhidharma ... Our true buddha-nature has no shape. And the dust of affliction has no form. How can people use ordinary water to wash an intangible body It won't work.... To clean such a body you have to behold it. Once impurities and filth arise from desire, they multiply until they cover you inside and out. But if you try to wash this body of yours, you'll have to scrub until it's nearly gone before it's clean.
Luther was guilty of two great crimes - he struck the Pope in his crown, and the monks in their belly.
The first jazz pianist I heard was Thelonious Monk. My father was listening to an album of his called 'Monk's Dream' almost every day from the time I was born.
Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
Monks will have three begging bowls for their food: one for water, one for liquid food, one for dry food.
A lot of the powerful religious leaders, from Jesus to Buddha to Tibetan monks, they're really talking about the same things: love and acceptable, and the value of friendship, and respecting yourself so you can respect others.
You haven't partied until you've partied at dawn in complete silence with Buddhist monks.
That was my childhood. I grew up with the monks, studying Sanskrit and meditating for hours in the morning and hours in the evening, and going once a day to beg for food.
Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.
I was spoiled by Monk's music because it was so good, so complete.
Its language is as bare as a monk's cell, and as uninviting.
Here we see hypocrites, plodding forever around in their circle And now we saw a people decked with paint, Who trod their circling way with tear and groan And slow, slow steps, seeming subdued and faint They all wore cloaks, with deep hoods forward thrown Over their eyes, and shaped in fashion quite Like the great cowls the monks wear at Cologne Outwardly they were gilded dazzling bright, But all within was lead, and weighed thereby, King Frederick's copes would have seemed feather-light. O weary mantle for eternity Once more we turned to the left, and by their side Paced on, intent upon their mournful cry.
A Hair's Breadth In Burma there is a huge rock that balances on the edge of a cliff, kept from toppling, they say, by one hair plucked from Buddha's beard. Monks rise early to climb the steep, jagged path to view this miracle as the sun begins its day shi.
We have wasted our spirit in the regions of the abstract and general just as the monks let it wither in the world of prayer and contemplation.