Hatha Yoga Pradipika Quotes & Sayings

I read what I like. — Sarah J. Maas

OVER THE last half millennium, one book has established itself as the classic work on Hatha Yoga - the book you are holding in your hands. An Indian yogi named Svatmarama wrote the Hatha Yoga Pradipika in the fifteenth century C.E. Next to nothing is known about him, although his name may provide a clue. It means "one who delights in one's Atman," indicating the achievement of a state of bliss. Drawing on his own experience and older works now lost, he wrote this book for the student of Yoga. He wrote this book for you. — Yogi Swatmarama

I think we can bring a new retail language to Rockefeller Center that would really change Midtown. — Jerry Speyer

I went out with people, but never anything too serious. It wasn't that easy. Now it's something I'm really looking forward to. — Rupert Grint

She hated being late for anything; it was a sign of disrespect. — Linda Joyce

Thou canst say, who hast seen that same expression on the face dearest to thee;-that look indescribable, hopeless, unmistakable, that says to thee that thy beloved is no longer thine. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

Everyone in my high school was a bit nerdy. We didn't even have a football team. — Norah Jones

So we contemplate each other, and we want each other, and I give it life and warmth, and it gives me my reason for living. — Paulo Coelho

B'ao ku ishe o tan When there is life, there is still hope. — Baba Ifa Karade

The first day of school is bullshit — Lauren Barnholdt

Gray's dark stare bored into the eyes of the pirate who held Maeve. If you so much as breathe on her, I'll kill you, he silently vowed, — Danelle Harmon

I Want Something of Yours for Comfort When I Sleep

Awake before the cupboard slams open.
These hours scrape by like snow shovels.
I have dreamed of you again.
Too late, you said, for me, but not for you,
With the folly of a train darkening
In the failing embers of winter.

So I went on, flapping through time like a saw
In the wind, or like a melting fist
Weaned on the hardy light of day,
While the fading of our modesties
Blossomed into a cancer on love's faulty tongue.
And now your hair flames brightly in my kitchen cups. — Noelle Kocot

The internet is a total inversion of television. It's the opposite. — Joel Hodgson

Crying is really great. Everything is always better afterwards, except when your best friend has died. Then you just cry some more. — Lenore Look