Religion Of Vitrags Quotes & Sayings

Soul (Atma) remains very far from where kashays (anger-pride-deceit-greed) are created, the Soul is quite far from there. Where there is absence of kashays, there lies the 'religion of Vitrags (the enlightened ones)', and where kashays are present, lies the 'relative religion'! — Dada Bhagwan

If death row is a sharp punishment, life without parole can be an endless torture. — Rene Denfeld

Everything necessarily is or is not, and will be or will not be; but one cannot divide and say that one or the other is necessary.I mean, for example: it is necessary for there to be or not to be a sea-battle tomorrow; but it is not necessary for a sea-battle to take place tomorrow, or for one not to take place
though it is necessary for one to take place or not to take place. — Aristotle.

He had an idea all such blocks were probably fear-centered and basically hysterical in nature, as if the brain detected (or thought it had detected) some nasty interior beast and had locked it in a cell with a steel door. — Stephen King

Every now and then you have to get away from that ugly Old Politics trip, or it will drive you to kicking the walls and hurling AR3's into the fireplace. — Hunter S. Thompson

Of course, I didn't tell you about all the times I said I was going to hit one and it didn't happen. — Mickey Mantle

It doesn't escape me for one moment that so much joy in my life is thanks to so much pain in someone else's. — Lupita Nyong'o

We are drawn to each other like drops of water, like the planets we repulse each other like magnets, like the color of our skin. — Tite Kubo

How useless are guns against those who are fearless. How foolish, to set force against innocence. Their own strength made them small. And — Erin Bow

I'd like to be a wounded leading man. Instead of a pillar of strength, I'd be the scared one. — Jamie Kennedy

Being a geek means you never have to play it cool about how much you like something. — Simon Pegg

Alice?" She spun toward the door, her skirts whirling softly. "Yes?" she forced out. "Do you know what I am holding in my hand?" "No." "Care to guess?" "A pitchfork?" she asked in a stilted attempt at levity, hoping to invoke his earlier, playful mood. "No, my dear," he answered drily. "A key to your room." "What?"she breathed, aghast. "I should hate to have to use it." "You have a key to this room?" "Mm-hmm." She took a step toward the door, panic rising up in her throat. "You're bluffing!" "Do you wish me to prove it? — Gaelen Foley

Cancer don't respect nothing. — David Chase