Quotes About Monks

Archimandrite and monks of the monastic community of Optina Pustyn for affording me an unforgettable glimpse of Russia.

On the other hand, although perhaps more rarely, happiness comes without any ego satisfaction. Monks, hermits, anchorites sometimes find this kind of happiness, but so do men and women who are simply content with what they have regardless of whether it is much or little. Ego satisfaction is a clear reflection of self, or as clear as the muddy water of experience will allow.

Gyo ? ('practice' and also 'to practice') is what monks undergo in their training inside the temple; it's an ordeal, a trial to be mastered. And it never ends. You practice; you reach a new level; and then you practice again.

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.

I was filming in Roscrea in Co Tipperary. I had great fun watching monks in the monastery there making bread. They even offered me a job as their main baker. One of them said I would make a good monk, but I told him there was a slight problem because I was married.

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.

I will see you again,' Hades promised. 'I will prepare a room for you at the palace in case you do not survive. Perhaps your chambers would look good decorated with the skulls of monks.' 'Now I can't tell if you're joking.' Hades's eyes glittered as his form began to fade. 'Then perhaps we are alike in some important ways.' The god vanished.

I will see you again, Hades promised. I will prepare a room for you at the palace in case you do not survive. Perhaps your chambers would look good decorated with the skulls of monks. Now I can't tell if you're joking.

It was the study hour. Most of the monks were reading. A few were meditating, an activity that was suspiciously similar to dozing.

One of the monks was doing something incomprehensible at the altar, and the others would occasionally chant a few phrases of mumbo jumbo.

Monks committed all the same sins that ordinary people did. He had just been shocked by the woman's shamelessness. The sight of her nakedness remained with him, the way the hot heart of a candle flame, stared at for a few moments, would burn on behind closed eyelids.

Among monks generally there was a long-standing movement for reform of old institutions that had slipped into idleness and self-indulgence.

Privée de pont, l'une des plus grandes villes d'Angleterre mourrait et le prieuré, qui était son poumon, verrait décroître son prestige jusqu'à n'être plus qu'un avant-poste isolé au fin fond de la campagne, où quelques moines continueraient à accomplir leurs dévotions dans le désert sonore d'une cathédrale décrépite.

Monks did better to live a life of resignation, accepting the tribulations and setbacks of this world as lessons in patience, taught by the Almighty.

It's probably even the case that if you stoked up some Buddhist monks with tons of testosterone, they'd become wildly competitive as to who can do the most acts of random kindness.

Did poverty in itself lead to moral failings, such as crime? Was "goodness" something that could be objectified and measured? Did society benefit directly from individual virtue, and therefore have incentive to promote it? Did our concepts of goodness have their foundations in religious and spiritual practice? What about the notion that money was the root of all evil, and those monks and nuns who felt it necessary to deny themselves material wealth?

Far below, making their way through the swinging glass doors, a retinue of Buddhist monks entered the Shopping Center. They approached in single file, heads shaven, their robes flowing behind them like a flood of freshly squeezed Florida orange juice. The crowd melted, parting like a biblical sea to allow them through. The guard abashedly lowered his nightstick and stepped hastily aside. And the monks, without pause or ceremony, simply mounted the escalator and rode it to the next level.

He said there is a place in Gaul, the oldest church in their part of the world, where some of the Latin monks have outwitted death by secret means. He offered to sell me their secrets, which he has inscribed in a book. The abbot shudders. God preserve us from such heresies, he says hastily. I am certain, my son, that you refused this temptation. Dracula smiles. You know I am fond of books.

everyone inside the church. "Bid the devil." Commotion broke out and the occupants of the church parted like the Red Sea. The nuns huddled together in a hurry, quickly blessing themselves and praying aloud in the process. The monks gathered together at the other side of the church in hushed whispers.

Knights Hospitaller of Saint John. (Nursing monks devoted to the care of Christian pilgrims, who pray to gentle Jesus seven times a day and kill without compunction).

Monks transgress the Laws of the Buddha, stir up the common people, store wealth and weapons, and spread rumors; under the guise of religion, they are nothing more than self-serving agitators.

If you understand why a monkey in a family is always mocked and harassed, you understand why monks are rejected by all--both old and young.

Monks transgress the Laws of the Buddha, stir up the common people, store wealth and weapons, and spread rumors; under the guise of religion, they are nothing more than self-serving agitators.