Quotes from Gautama Buddha

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind.

Beware of the anger of the mouth. Master your words. Let them serve truth.

Overcome the angry by non-anger; overcome the wicked by goodness; overcome the miser by generosity; overcome the liar by truth.

All things that are born must die. Work hard for your own freedom from sorrow.

Follow then the shining ones, the wise, the awakened, the loving, for they know how to work and forbear.

Joyful is the accumulation of good work.

You have to do your own work; Enlightened Ones will only show the way. Those who practise meditation will free themselves from the chains of death

Holding on to anger is like poisoning yourself and hoping someone else will die.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought; what we think we become.

More than those who hate you, more than all your enemies, an undisciplined mind does greater harm.

Little by little a person becomes evil, as a water pot is filled by drops of water... Little by little a person becomes good, as a water pot is filled by drops of water.

Dispassion is the best of mental states. . . .

Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine.

The shallow is easy to embrace, but the profound is difficult. To discard the shallow and seek the profound is the way of a person of courage.

Attention leads to immortality. Carelessness leads to death. Those who pay attention will not die, while the careless are as good as dead already.

Thoughtfulness is the way to deathlessness, thoughtlessness the way to death. The thoughtful do not die: the thoughtless are as if dead already.

We must be diligent today. To wait until tomorrow is too late. Death comes unexpectedly. How can we bargain with it?

It is better to spend one day contemplating the birth and death of all things than a hundred years never contemplating beginnings and endings.

Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.

Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).

The end of desire is the end of sorrow.

In the same way that rain breaks into a house with a bad roof, desire breaks into the mind that has not been practising meditation.

Whatsoever misfortunes there are Here in this world or in the next, They all have their root in Ignorance And in the accumulation of Longing and Desire.

There is no fire like passion. There are no chains like hate. Illusion is a net, Desire is a rushing river.