Quotes About Monk

A good monk would know that contentment is easier to attain than happiness, and that it is enough.

If someone asks about the mind of this monk, say it is no more than a passage of wind in the vast sky.

The Monk competition did open some doors. And I was thankful for that.

If your spirit still looks around at the time of prayer, then it does not yet pray as a monk. You are no better than a man of affairs engaged in a kind of landscape gardening.

There were parts of Monk she admired greatly: his courage; his strength of will; his intelligence; his loyalty to his beliefs; his passion for justice; his ability to face almost any kind of truth, no matter how dreadful; and the fact that he was never, ever, a hypocrite.

perhaps an inch or two taller than Monk, and extremely handsome. His face was lean and narrow, but with fine, dark eyes, a long nose and a chiseled mouth. Apart from his features, there was a quickness of intelligence in him, lines of wit and laughter around his mouth and a hint of temper between his brows. It was the face of a proud man of unusual charm and, Monk guessed, a considerable ability to command others.

Surely you attribute great degrees and variations to goodness. There is the goodness of the child which is innocence, and then there is the goodness of the monk who has given up everything to others and lives a life of self-deprivation and service. The goodness of saints, the goodness of good housewives. Are all these the same?

If you become a monk because it's an easy life, because you're going to be fed, and sheltered and people will respect you, then that is not a very meritorious motivation.

the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...

I was picked up by a man in a hurry - a Franciscan monk who took pity on me...As we raced through the orange groves...I asked him to explain the difference between our god and theirs. His reply, "There is no difference; the difference is us.

Ye sey right sooth; this Monk he clappeth lowde. He spak how Fortune covered with a clowde I noot nevere what; and als of a tragedie Right now ye herde, and pardee, no remedie It is for to biwaille ne compleyne That that is doon, and als it is a peyne, As ye han seyd, to heere of hevynesse. Sire Monk, namoore of this, so God yow blesse! Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye. Swich talkyng is nat worth a boterflye

The prototypic Don Juan, invented early in the XVI century by a Spanish monk, was

In a lot of ways, their journeys are opposite of each other's: Aang was a peace-loving monk, through and through, whereas Korra is a dyed in the wool fighter.

He was religious, very religious indeed, this uncle of mine, and after the death of my aunt he became a Carthusian monk. As I write these lines, ill and aged as he is, and bent with pain, I know he is digging his own grave, weak with the weight of the spade, imploring God to take him, and thinking sometimes of me, of his little Bohemian. Ah, the dear, good man, it is to him that I owe all that is best in me.

At the beginning of the twentieth century, a French monk, Marcel Audiffren, invented the world's first electric-powered household refrigerator

La verilitá, he thought, hardness of stone, heat of fires well banked. This man should never be a monk, nonetheless… Julian paused and chided himself. "Tuttavia e realmente dedicato." Dedication, a rare and wondrous quality, one he himself had lost during the stultifying years of Court life.

Here, monks, a monk goes to the forest, to the foot of a tree, or to an empty place, sits down, folds his legs crosswise, keeps his body erect, and brings mindful awareness to the fore. With mindfulness he breathes in, with mindfulness he breathes out. ?n?p?nasati Sutta

Nothing procures so many crowns for the monk as discouragement.

A monk awoke from a dream that he was a butterfly, then wondered whether he was a butterfly dreaming he was a man.

I'm just a monk, I'm like a recluse.

I love Monk's song, 'Just a Gigolo.' It's probably a minor song for him, but whenever I hear a recording of him playing it, I'm mesmerized because Monk clearly loved pop music. He took it very seriously and made an amazing thing out of it.

The only recreation there allowed, however, is that of the mind, and of this there is but little.

The Monk then undertook to tell us the history of the world -- an over-ambitious project, I thought, but it passed the time.

In the years 1889 and 1890, at the Ratsschul Library in Zwickau, about seventy-five miles east of Erfurt, someone came upon what turned out to be early fifteenth-century volumes that Luther had held and studied as a young monk. It was a spectacular find. Several of these books were works by Augustine. The marginal notes and other writing were confirmed as Luther's own handwriting, so suddenly historians could know what he had underlined as he was reading.