Isha Quotes

A'isha asked him: 'Does one come to Paradise only by the mercy of Allah?' He repeated three times over: 'No one comes to Paradise except by the mercy of Allah!' 'Not even you. Messenger of Allah?' she asked. 'Not even I, unless Allah enfolds me in His mercy.

Some people suffer in silence, pain in the hearts but smiles on their faces.

Po t'a kisha pase ne dore do ta grisesha carcafin dhe nuk do ta lejsha femnen pa shkolle, pse grueja asht themeli i shoqnis njerezore, pse ajo asht burimi i moralit, pse ajo eshte nyja e shenjte e qenejes, pse ajo e mbjell faren e dashunis vellazenore ne mes njerezve. E kur ajo lihet mbas dore vuen e tane shoqnia njerezore.

I will protect you all the days of my life. You will be the mother of all who live and the giver of life to the seed spoken by the One -- the seed that will strike the offspring of the serpent. The One has said it, Isha...today I name you Havah, because you will live, and all who live will come from you, and you will give birth to hope.

Tell me, just how many lives need to be lost until someone realises the impact that their words can have on another individual?

Fame is—has always been—the sister of giants.

Se une jo vetem nuk isha nopran e nurzi, por as i lig e as keqdashes nuk isha, ama edhe ndonje hiç nuk ehste se isha. Ja ku po jua them se nuk kam qene as i lig e as i poshter, po as i ndershem, nuk kam qene hero, por edhe shterpi nuk kam qene. Ne keto çaste dergjem ne qoshen time dhe vetem ndersej veten, vetem shtirem sikur kam qene njeri i keq, se, sipas meje, nje njeri qe e ka plot koken, s'ka si ben marrezi si ato te miat, vetem budalli sillet asisoj.

Marriages conducted in absentia to seal an alliance were often contracted at this time between adults and minors who were even younger than ‘A’isha. This practice continued in Europe

No new truths await discovery; everything has been given already. But it has all been scattered abroad and dispersed, misrepresented by analysis, dulled by routine repetition. The essential words have been prostituted. We must recover the vital meaning of these ideas.

the springs of human joy are almost always poisoned by possessiveness; and the joy of possession is restricted by the object possessed and by the fear of losing it.

Kossola was born circa 1841, in the town of Bantè, the home to the Isha subgroup of the Yoruba people of West Africa. He was the second child of Fondlolu, who was the second of his father’s three wives. His mother named him Kossola, meaning “I do not lose my fruits anymore” or “my children do not die any more.

Unë zotëroj vetëm trupin tim; një njeri krejt i vetmuar, që ka vetëm trupin e tij, nuk mund të fiksojë kujtimet; ato i kalojnë anash. Nuk duhet të ankohem: vetë doja të isha i lirë.

God is most great! Allahu akbar! God is most great!” and sending the most faithful grimly shuffling through the dusky, unlit streets to salat al-‘isha, the evening prayer. The Sabbath

We should not feel ashamed, disregarded or belittled for suffering from mental health conditions. We should speak out, we should let our voices be heard. No one should have to suffer alone in silence.

Just yesterday she said Elliot and she had lain on the hilly green by the astronomy building and just watched the clouds float by. The clouds. Float by. Like Isha had ever cared about floating clouds before.

He who sees all beings in his Self and his Self in all beings, he never suffers; because when he sees all creatures within his true Self, then jealousy, grief and hatred vanish. He alone can love. That AH-pervading One is self- effulgent, birthless, deathless, pure, untainted by sin and sorrow. Knowing this, he becomes free from the bondage of matter and transcends death. Transcending death means realizing the difference between body and Soul and identifying oneself with the Soul. When we actually behold the undecaying Soul within us and realize our true nature, we no longer identify ourself with the body which dies and we do not die with the body.

Nëse unë do të dëshiroja një mashkull, atëherë ai duhej të ishte i bukur si Antonio, i mencur si Brehti dhe erotik si Koheni. Besnik si një qen dhe diskret si një mace. I pasur si Hermani. Kjo ishte e pamundur dhe unë isha e pashpresë.

Do you see, being here with me, or during the Isha Yoga programs, there have been many moments of awareness? This is the beginning of freedom. Your business is just to establish that, not to bother about your karma. Let the karmas go wherever they want to go.

from Schopenhauer the fervent words: "How entirely does the Oupnekhat (Upanishad) breathe throughout the holy spirit of the Vedas! How is every one, who by a diligent study of its Persian Latin has become familiar with that incomparable book, stirred by that spirit to the very depth of his Soul! From every sentence deep, original and sublime thoughts arise, and the whole is pervaded by a high and holy and earnest spirit." Again he says: "The access to (the Vedas) by means of the Upanishads is in my eyes the greatest privilege which this still young century (1818) may claim before all previous centuries.

He who perceives the Self everywhere never shrinks from anything, because through his higher consciousness he feels united with all life. When a man sees God in all beings and all beings in God, and also God dwelling in his own Soul, how can he hate any living thing? Grief and delusion rest upon a belief in diversity, which leads to competition and all forms of selfishness. With the realization of oneness, the sense of diversity vanishes and the cause of misery is removed.

Më kish ndodhur të udhëtoja dendur me atë tren lokal, isha mësuar me të, s'kish pse të më dukej i çuditshëm. I çuditshëm më ngjante vetëm pasi dikush, që vizitoi vendlindjen time, vërejti se ky tren ecte aq ngadalë sa mund të zbrisje prej vagonit të fundit, të ndizje cigarin te një këmbësor dhe të hipje sërisht në të.

Time heals all wounds,yes its true,but can't erase the memories.

You are who are, don't change yourself for anyone.

He knew he shouldn’t want to spend time with her – she would drown him. But somehow, staying afloat didn’t matter any more.

When it comes to food, don’t ask anyone. You must learn to ask the body and listen to it. You should eat what your body is most happy with.

Sadhana You may have noticed this about yourself: when you are feeling pleasant, you want to expand; when you are fearful, you want to contract. Try this. Sit for a few minutes in front of a plant or tree. Remind yourself that you are inhaling what the tree is exhaling, and exhaling what the tree is inhaling. Even if you are not yet experientially aware of it, establish a psychological connection with the plant. You could repeat this several times a day. After a few days, you will start connecting with everything around you differently. You won’t limit yourself to a tree. Using this simple process, we at the Isha Yoga Center have unleashed an environmental initiative in the South Indian state of Tamil Nadu, under which twenty-one million trees have been planted since 2004. We spent several years planting trees in people’s minds, which is the most difficult terrain! Now transplanting those onto land happens that much more effortlessly.

I order six shots. I drink the first shot with lemon and salt and talk about Isha for 120 seconds. I drink the second shot with lemon and salt and talk about Isha and our love for 90 seconds. I drink the third shot with lemon and talk about future plans with wedding for 60 seconds. I drink the fourth and blabber for 30 seconds. I drink the fifth, I speak in a language no one can understand for ten seconds or less. I fall down. When I open my eyes, I see Diwa helping me sit in the car and put on the seat belt. I am knocked out.

...you shall hear about how we managed to survived. How we survived the hardest battle of all - the battle with ones own mind, thoughts and feelings. The inner battle with oneself. The scars from our journey remind us that we made it through what we never thought we would - And with every day that passes by, we win another battle of survival.

Lumturia qenka si manushaqet që bijnë në mes të ferrave, ku për të bërë një buqetë lypset t'i mbledhësh një nga një dhe duke u gërricur e përgjakur duarsh. Vetëm disa orë e disa çaste mund të jetë i kënaqur njeriu në këtë jetë.Vetëm këto orë e këto çaste, të bashkuara, përbëjnë lumturinë e njeriut në këtë jetë. Ata që e kujtojnë ndryshe lumturinë gabohen...

If in the revealing light of some moment of cataclysm you were to meet your double, not dressed in its worldly glad-rags, not armed with that buckler of excuses which conventional hypocrisy uses to cover our secret wishes, but in all its moral nakedness, showing its tendencies and urges, its pitiless cunning and its cowardice, are you certain that you would recognize it?

The social pressure to be happy therefore means that many people who aren’t happy or experience extreme low mood such as depression, are pressurised into not speaking about their negative emotions. It makes it hard for individuals to be honest with both themselves and others, and means that we would rather keep it all inside. Being expected to be happy all the time makes us feel like we’re failing when we’re feeling unhappy.

It remains to be asked why today it is the image of the woman of the "Golden Age" [the Abbasid dynasty] - a "slave" who intrigues in the corridors of power when she loses hope of seducing - who symbolizes the Muslim eternal female, while the memory of Umm Salama, A'isha, and Sukayna awakens no response and seems strangely distant and unreal. The answer without doubt is to be found in the time-mirror wherein the Muslim looks at himself to foresee his future. The image of "his" woman will change when he feels the pressing need to root his future in a liberating memory. Perhaps the woman should help him do this through daily pressure for equality, thereby bringing him into a fabulous present. And the present is always fabulous, because there everything is possible - even the end of always looking to the past and the beginning of confidence, of enjoying in harmony the moment that we have.

God--I wrote, more or less--creates man, Ish, in his image. He creates a masculine and a feminine version. How? First, with the dust of the earth, he forms Ish, and blows into his nostrils the breath of life. Then he makes Isha'h, the woman, from the already formed male material, material no longer raw but living, which he takes from Ish's side, and immediately closes up the flesh. The result is that Ish can say: This thing is not, like the army of all that has been created, other than me, but is flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones. God produced it from me. He made me fertile with the breath of life and extracted it from my body. I am Ish and she is Isha'h. In the word above all, in the word that names her, she derives from me. I am in the image of the divine spirit. I carry within me his Word. She is therefore a pure suffix applied to by verbal root, she can express herself only within my word.

U rrita nënoke... dhe kam filluar të të ngjaj gjithnjë e më shumë... Tashmë zgjohem herët... dhe flej para të gjithëve... Trafiku ka filluar të më mbysë... e fjalët më lodhin... U rrita nënokja ime dhe kam filluar të pij më shumë çaj... më pëlqejnë barishtet... dhe aroma e qelibarit... U rrita nënoke dhe gjithçka e lexoj vetëm... qaj në heshtje vetëm... dhe përmallem krejt vetëm... U rrita nënokja ime, të gjithë largohen... dhe miqtë janë pakësuar shumë... Më pëlqen më shumë qetësia, e imagjinon dot...? kurse zhurmat m’i shterojnë energjitë... U rrita nënoke dhe s’e shijoj qëndrimin natën vonë... dhe krejt si ti, tashmë është deti ai që më fal qetësi... bota është bërë kaq e komplikuar... e thjeshtësia gjithnjë e më e vështirë... Sot, njerëzit u ngjajnë më shumë kukullave... e unë nuk di të luaj më... Jeta nuk është siç më pate thënë... plot ngjyra... kurse udhët, kryesisht, gumëzhijnë nga njerëzit e shumtë... të gjithëve, nënoke, u rëndojnë halle mbi supe... Gjithnjë e më shumë, nënoke, më merr malli për veten... Kam mall për thjeshtësinë e atyre ditëve në shtëpinë e gjyshit... Kam mall për atë kohë atje, kam mall për ty... Kam mall për veten time të vogël, si dikur... Kam mall për qortimin tënd spontan, të sinqertë, të butë dhe lotues... Tashmë është jeta që më qorton, nënoke... janë ditët e padrejta që kritikojnë... të gjithë ua hedhin fajin të gjithëve... Nuk ka më dashuri pa interes... dhe mirësjellja është shndërruar në një kompliment me kosto... U rrita nënoke dhe pashë që isha plakur... thinjat mi pushtuan flokët e mi të errët, të cilët i doje aq fort... e që dikur u thurrje këngë e luaje me to... U rrita shumë... e bota nuk është aq interesante sa mendoja... U rrita nënoke që ta kuptoj se unë jam ai vogëlushi jot, sado të rritem... dhe se përqafimi yt është e gjithë bota ime... Ah nënokja ime.

This is a simple thing you can do: team up with someone that you don’t like. Spend time with that person, very lovingly, joyfully. A lot of things will break. But you always team up with someone that you like – that is not good for you. If you choose something that you like, it strengthens your personality. Learn to do things that you don’t like, be with people that you don’t like, and still live your life sensibly, lovingly, joyfully. Everything will break.

I looked to Rei, wondering if his vague answer to Betsy meant he might let me slip away downstairs, but A’isha had once again engaged him, hooking one of the many melos scarves she wore around his waist in an attempt to draw him into the dance. The crow looked at it with shock. A’isha plucked the scarf away with a flourish. “No need to be shy, little crow,” A’isha said. “If the gods didn’t want people to admire you, they wouldn’t have made you so stunning.” I got to see Rei flush for the first time, blood creeping into his tanned skin. A’isha flipped her scarf around his neck. “One dance,” A’isha implored. “I’m sure Zane would go elsewhere; you would be performing only for the nest.” “I’m sure Zane would,” Rei said dryly, glancing at me. I shrugged. “What is your lady friend going to think, if she hears you are learning to dance but are ashamed to perform?” A’isha goaded the crow. “One dance,” Rei said, relenting. “And only because I know you’ll never forgive me if I don’t take my opportunity to make a public fool of myself.” He turned to me. “You get out of here and thank A’isha for giving me an excuse to leave you alone.” I would indeed.

Ralph, none of us are strong enough to stand on our own, or to bear our own sins. That’s why Jesus died for us. Your soul is crying out to Him and you just don’t know it.” “Isha, I’m not ready to start going to church, okay?” Every now and then she invited him to worship with her and he always declined. It wasn’t that he had anything against Christians, most of the best people he knew were Christians. When ever he’d run into an anti-Christian bigot, on the other hand, he was always taken aback by their hypocrisy. If they were “tolerant” as they claimed, then they’d accept both homosexual and Christian viewpoints, for example. Instead, they choose sides and called those that disagreed with them the bigots. Ralph suspected “tolerance” was really just a smoke screen for people who wanted to hate Christians. He couldn’t explain it, he liked Christians and disliked their opponents, but it just wasn’t for him. Isha looked at him like she could read his mind. “Sometimes we think something might be good for other people, but not us. Then we find out we didn’t know what we were missing.” She smiled at him, leaned over and rubbed Tabooli’s belly. “Of course, I’m talking about dogs.” Ralph smiled back.

An ancient Hindu Sutra, known as Natha-namavali, which is preserved among the Natha Yogis, has given a different version of the resurrection of Jesus Christ, whom they name as Isha Natha. Isha Natha came to India at the age of fourteen. After this he returned to his own country and began his preaching. Soon however, his brutish and materialistic countrymen conspired against him and had him crucified. After the crucifixion, or perhaps even before it, Isha Natha entered samadhi, or a profound trance, by means of yoga. Seeing him thus, the Jews presumed he was dead and buried him in a tomb. At that very moment, however, one of his gurus, or teachers, the great Chetan Natha, happened to be in profound meditation, in the lower reaches of the Himalayas, and he saw in a vision the tortures which Isha Natha was undergoing. He therefore made his body lighter than air and passed over to the land of Israel. The day of his arrival was marked with thunder and lightning, for the gods were angry with the Jews and the whole world trembled. When Chetan Natha arrived, he took the body of Isha Natha from the tomb and woke him from his samadhi, and later led him off to the sacred land of the Aryans. Isha Natha then established an ashram in the lower regions of the Himalayas, and he established the cult of the Lingam and the Yoni there.131

- Oh, Nastenjka, Nastenjka! Ju as që mund ta merrni me mend sa shumë po më ngazëlleni! Po më pajtoni me vetveten! Nuk kam për të menduar kurrë keq për veten, siç më ka ndodhur rëndomë më parë! Se ku i dihet, mua dhe brenga sfilitëse, që jam treguar armik i vetes, ndoshta do më daravitet! Se jo një herë ia kam nxitur vetes mendimin që jeta e jetuar ka qenë mëkatare dhe deri kriminale. Dhe mos pandehni që po i zmadhoj gjërat. Kam kaluar e jo pak çaste trishtimi të pangushëllueshëm!... Më ka rënduar si plumb në zemër vetëdija e pazotësisë për të jetuar me të tashmen, me realen; e kam katandisur veten deri në atë farë feje, sa e kam mallkuar fatin tim, e kam sikterisur veten... Se mua, Nastenjka, ja se ç'më ka ndodhur pas netëve të kaluar me fantazime: jam kthyer në realitet, ku gjërat shihen esëll. Gjendje e padurueshme! Sheh tollovinë njerëzore, sheh dhe dëgjon si pulson jeta, vë re që dhe jeta e të tjerëve nuk është e përsosur, e jetojnë ashtu si u vjen, kapen fort pas çdo të mire që kjo u ofron, e përballojnë, kur ju shtie me shkelma, vë re që përtërihen e mëkëmben pas fatkeqsive, deri dhe rilinden; habitesh që asnjë minutë e jetës nuk ngjason me të mëparshmet, ndërkohë që fantazimet janë mërzindjellëse në monotoninë e tyre, janë frikamane para pengesave, skllave të vegimeve dhe të hijeve, të ideve dhe të hamendjeve të nxehta, ato janë skllave të resë, që e mbulon befas diellin dhe e mbush me pikëllim zemrën e vërtetë petërburgase, e cila, ngaqë e çmon aq shumë ndaj dhe drithërohet po aq shumë, kur e sheh t'i fshihet. Se fantazia në pikëllim ngjizet e harbon! Mirëpo vjen një çast që e ndien si venitet, si kapitet e deri vdiret në tendosjen e saj të pandërprerë, pa të cilën s'ka si bën, e sheh këtë dhe bindesh që fantazimet nuk janë të pashtershme, pale që edhe vetë ti zë e burrërohesh, i braktis ëndërrimet dhe përsiatjet e dikurshme... Vjen një çast, që fantazia bëhet copë e çikë dhe, në mos paç tjetër jetë, s'ke nga ia mban, do s'do detyrohesh dhe sajon nga rrënojat, bashkon mbeturinat e së parës. E pra, shpirti të do një të re! Ëndërrimtari i gjorë më kot zë e rrëmon në hirin e fantazisë së shkrumuar, për të gjetur aty ndonjë kongjill të ndezur, që t'i fryjë e t'i fryjë, me shpresën mos ndizet zjarri i ri, ku të ngrohë zemrën e kallkanosur, dhe të rimëkëmbë atë që dikur ishte aq hamngjitëse dhe joshëse, që ia rrëmbente shpirtin dhe ia vlonte gjakun, ia rrëmbushte sytë, duke e mashtruar me aq marifet! Dhe e dini, Nastenjka, sa keq u katandisa? S'më mbeti tjetër veç të festoja përvjetorin e ndijimeve të para fantastike, të atyre që pandehja se i pata përjetuar, kurse në vërtetë nuk i pata përjetuar, sepse edhe vetë përvjetori si i tillë imagjinar ishte, pjellë fantazie qe. Iu drejtova përkujtimit, ngaqë më mungonin fantazi të reja, nuk kisha nga i shtrydhja! Se ëndërrimet shtrydhen, Nastenjka! Ma kishte fort ënda të vizitoja ato vende, që lidheshin me lumturinë time të dikurshme, ta përshtasja të tashmen në përputhje me të atëhershmen. U ënda në ato rrugë të zymta pa ndonjë synim apo qëllim real, të përcaktuar, u sorollata sa desha nëpër Petërburgun aspak gazmor dhe kujtova e kujtova sa u enjta të përjetuarat asohere. Shihja me sytë e mendjes si ecja i vetmuar në po atë trotuar, si më mbyste pikëllimi dhe angështia, i rënduar nga ato fantazime aq të lemerishme. Nuk them se atëherë isha në gjendje më të mirë shpirterore, ama më i qetë se tani isha. Atëherë jetohej më këndshëm, s'i kisha tërë ato mendime të zeza për të cilët sapo ju fola, por as këtë vrasje ndërgjegje që po provoj tani. Endesha në atë përvjetor dhe thosha me vetë: "Sa shpejt që fluturojnë vitet!" dhe pas gjithë kësaj, përsëri ajo pyetja brengë: "Po ti ç'je duke bërë, ndërkohe që vitet fluturojne? A po e jeton jetën? Se vitet ikin e shkojnë dhe të troket pleqeria, bashkë me të dhe pafuqia, po edhe lloj-lloj mënxyrash! Se bota e fantazisë një ditë prej ditësh do të vdiret, ëndërrimet do shuhen e fashiten, do bien në tokë si gjethet në vjeshtë!..." O Nastenjka! Sa

Alice didn't stop chasing that rabbit. Neither should you.

I would rather spend a moment in his arms, than a lifetime of loneliness with you. (Isha)

Syt' E Lumtur Ishe vogeloshe...isha mituri... Kur me dole mbudhe, ti moj lumja ti! Vinte perendimi me te vagelluar Pa m'i shtire tines ata syt' e shkruar. Ata syt' e shkruar, syte moj te fjetur, shtate vjet me-radhe t'i kam pershendetur. Kur me pe se pari, more-e m'u largove, Kur me pe se dyti, more-e m'u afrove, Kur me pe se treti, more-e me pushtove, Te putha ne gushe, ti m'u turperove, Papo ule kryet e shkove vajtove.

She thinks of her mother, sitting cross-legged, sewing marigolds into garlands for the gods, telling her: "The biggest mistake we make is thinking we are powerless

Once, she believed that she was only waiting for something to happen to her. And yet now it seems that something has begun around her. The thing she has been waiting for―though she cannot say what it is―has started making itself felt in the very air around her. She does not know how to behave, she realizes, nor what to expect. She does not even know anymore what to hope for.

Once it happened: a young boy and girl in a local college fell in love. They had really become very passionate and intense. Then, of course, coming from traditional families, the parents came in the way because of caste distinctions. They said, ‘No way. Over our dead bodies.’ Usually, this is a common proclamation the parents make. It is just a threat; they will not die. If the families do not oppose, most love affairs will fall apart. But the moment they resist it, it becomes like a cause. It is like they are fighting an injustice and people will rally behind them. So it went on and a big social scandal happened. When this happened, the lovers thought all this trouble is because of themselves, so they decided that they will end their lives. So they went up the Velliangiri Mountains. On top of these mountains, there is a place where you can leave your body. From there, you have a clear 700–800-feet drop which will give you a free fall without touching anything before you are splattered on the rocks. Some people have discarded their bodies consciously,18 others fall and do it. So the boy and girl reached the top and stood there, hand in hand. They were just about to jump, when the girl said, ‘Raju, I am so scared. You jump first.’ (Somehow the name of the idiot in all the romantic movies is always Raju!) The boy was in full form, so he said, ‘Come, hold my hand and jump.’ She said, ‘No, you do it first, then I will come. I will be right behind you.’ The boy had seen too many Hindi movies, and he jumped. The girl stood at the edge of the cliff and screamed, ‘Oh, Raju, I love you.’ Then she started thinking very pragmatically. ‘Now, Raju is gone. My love is gone. All of the problem is gone. When the problem itself is over, why waste one more life.’ So she walked down, and because she could not go back home, she came and settled down at the Isha Yoga Center.

Your dreams (no matter how big) will forever be dreams if you don’t find the courage and persistence in bringing them to life.

The galaxy was vast beyond mortal comprehension. It was common to visualise it as a great spiral of light, but this was an illusion. The stars were only tiny specks scattered across the endless night. To travel between them required risking a still greater darkness, the maddened hell that was the immaterium. The only light in that twisted nether-realm was the Astronomican, the soul-blaze guided by the Emperor Himself. Yet even the divine beacon had limits. In the far reaches it thinned and faded to nothing. There, at the very edge of where the shadows reigned unchallenged, sat the Blackstone Fortress. It was older than human civilisation. Whatever hands had built it were no longer around to explain its opaque workings. Such a shadowed existence led, unsurprisingly, to superstition. It had borne many names through the slow creep of years. The Dark Star. Old Unfathomable. The Eater of the Dead. Thousands more across hundreds of languages. That last name was given for a particular oddity of the ancient station. Its gravity obeyed no known rules. Instead, it seemed almost hungry. It pulled in debris and ships, a train of wreckage and ruin that spiralled in from the stars to be consumed into the lightless hull. There in the belly of the beast everything was slowly absorbed. Perhaps that was how it repaired itself. Perhaps it was how it learned. Perhaps it was growing. There was no one to ask.

On his desk in the Oval Office was a sign that read, “The Buck Stops Here,” and as Truman would later observe, “The President—whoever he is—has to decide. He can’t pass the buck to anybody. No one else can do the deciding for him. That’s his job.

She stopped to inspect some of the blossoms on the almond trees and watched the butterflies flap tiny wings from the bushes to the skies. Oh, to have such freedom. Like a bird, they were not confined to the king's palaces or a specific set of rooms. If she thought on it overmuch, she had to admit that in her new life she felt more like a bird caged than one set free. And she missed her family. Not Mordecai, for she saw him often, but her cousins, their wives, the children. Especially the children. How long had it been since she had chased Isha through the house and taught the children of Noah! She walked past the almond trees, forcing her mind to ponder the beauty around her. Gratitude was a better choice than lonely complaints.

As philosopher Brendan de Kenessey puts the point: when addiction leads someone to abandon his family or lose his job, it’s not that he’s changed his values; it’s that he—the part of his mind more representative of who he is—has lost the battle to his supercharged cravings.

—La isha kon la madre, komo la unya en la karne.

We should speak out about what we've been through and the dark thoughts that consume our minds, and the way we question the worth of our every breath. We should never ever cease to stop. Not until going to the therapist is considered as normal as going to a doctor when we feel ill, and we shall not be silenced - Not until we no longer have to witness countless suicides in order to spark a serious conversation about mental health in our societies.

Ahora entiendo que en ese entonces lo que fui y las elecciones que hice no tenían otro fin que mi autodestrucción

Cualquier dejo de verdad que hubiera comenzado a florecer en el corazón de la joven, pronto comenzó a marchitarse

Isha was familiar with the bleeding gums, the inflamed limbs, the cramped pain of drinking, the torture when the empty stomach eats itself. When the mind achieves a lucidity departed from the body, perhaps closer to God, and the world acquires a glassy sheen. Isha knew the lethargy like an old friend; when the brain shuts down and desire sleeps and the love between a man and a woman goes. Maybe the man says ‘they are your children’ and leaves, but a woman cannot abandon her children. The people of Rebay looked at the sky and worried. They looked at each other and they had nothing to say. Before, when someone told a story, they stood. But a hungry man will just sit and cry. Hunger keeps you awake. You cannot sleep. It was said that the mind of a hungry person goes gradually mad.

The Hereafter does not shine before those who are lacking in the power of discrimination and are easily carried away therefore by the charm of fleeting objects. As children are tempted by toys, so they are tempted by pleasure, power, name and fame. To them these seem the only realities. Being thus attached to perishable things, they come many times under the dominion of death. There is one part of us which must die; there is another part which never dies. When a man can identify himself with his undying nature, which is one with God, then he overcomes death.

We may each become more fully realized individuals, as we realign ourselves by listening with our hearts to the teachings of the flowers.

Përse randon vetëm nga femna balanca dënuese e drejtesisë mashkullore?

The youngest layer of the Yajur Veda Text includes the largest collection of primary Upanishadas. These include the Brihadaranya Upanishada, the Isha Upanishada, the Taittriya Upanishada, the Katha Upanishada and Maitriya Upanishada.

I see love, an ocean without a shore. If you are love's chosen ones, plunge in!

A’isha, al-Hasan ibn ‘Ali, Abu Sa‘id al-Khudri and others described him. They said that he would work in the house with his family. He would delouse his clothes, mend his sandals, serve himself, sweep the house and hobble the camel. He would take the camels to graze and eat with the servants. He would knead bread with them and carry his own goods from the market.

A lion can be tempted by the glance of the human eye, a snake by music, a cat by comfort and play, a bird by gentleness, a noble dog by voice and praise, an ignoble dog by the whimp. Mankind contains within itself the whole animal kingdom: your heart partakes of the nature of the lion, your lungs of that of the bird; but every man has in his animal body some particular similarity and affinity; and if you know this you can tame men. But to be able to do this even the smallest works foreman would have to become one of those 'who know'. And there is no nation that have enough Sages to go round. The selection may be made, but the choice comes from above, and for this choice to become possible something other than the animal must awake in man: and this other something is always strangled by the animal.

Të premtova se nuk do të dua më, por para vendimit të madh, u tuta. Të premtova se nuk do të kthehem, por u ktheva, se nuk do të vdes nga malli, por vdiqa. Të premtova shpesh dhe hoqa dorë po aq shpesh dhe s’më kujtohet që u dorëzova. Premtova shumëçka për veten, çfarë mund të thonë gazetat për këtë? Sigurisht, do shkruajnë që jam çmendur. Sigurisht, do shkruajnë që vrava veten. Të premtova, se do jem i brishtë… ashtu isha, të mos shkruaj poezi për sytë e tu, por shkrova. Premtova të mos… e mos… por kur zbulova idiotësinë time, qesha… Të premtova se do t’i injoroja flokët e tu kur të më kalonin pranë, por kur u tundën si nata e zezë mbi trotuar, bërtita… Të premtova… se do t’i injoroj sytë e tu, pavarësisht mallit, por kur i pashë plot yje, psherëtiva. Të premtova… se s’do të shkruaja asnjë letër dashurie, por shkela mbi veten, të shkrova. Të premtova se s’do jem më në asnjë vend ku do jesh ti, por kur dëgjova se je e ftuar për darkë, erdha edhe unë. Të premtova mos të të dua… Si? Ku? Dhe ç’ditë ishte kur të premtova? Gënjeva nga ndershmëria e madhe dhe lavdi Zotit që gënjeva! Të premtova… krejt i ftohtë, krejt i marrë, duke u vënë zjarrin të gjitha urave pas meje, me vete vendosa t’i vras të gjitha gratë, dhe ty të shpalla luftë, por kur ngrita armën kundër gjinjve të tu, u theva. Kur pashë dy duart e tua paqësore, dënesa… dhe premtova që nuk… që nuk… që nuk… por të gjitha premtimet e mia ishin tym, që e shpërndau era. Të premtova… se s’do të të telefonoj natën, se s’do të të mendoj edhe nëse sëmuresh, se nuk do bëhem merak për ty, nuk do të dërgoj trëndafila, e mos t’i puth dy duart e tua, por të telefonova netëve, pavarësisht premtimit, të dërgova trëndafila, kundër vendimit, t’i putha duart derisa u ngopa. Premtova që mos… që mos… e që mos… por, kur zbulova marrëzinë time, qesha. Të premtova… duke të masakruar pesëdhjetë herë, e kur pashë gjakun në teshat e mia, u sigurova që kisha masakruar veten, prandaj mos më merr seriozisht, sado të zemërohem… sido të reagoj, sado të marr flakë, kurdo të shuhem, gënjeja nga çiltërsia e madhe dhe lavdi Zotit që gënjeja! Të premtova se do t’i jap fund këtij muhabeti, por kur pashë lotët të të rrjedhin faqeve, u hutova… Kur pashë çantat përtokë, kuptova që ti nuk vritesh kaq lehtë, ti je atdheu, je fisi, je poema para krijimit, je shënimet, je shëtitorja, je fëmijëria, je kënga e këngëve, je psalmet, je ndriçuesja, ti je e dërguara. Të premtova… se do t’i fshija sytë nga fletorja e kujtimeve, pa e ditur që po fshija jetën time, pa e ditur që ti, pavarësisht sherrit të vogël, je unë dhe unë jam ti… Të premtova se nuk do të të dua, oh çfarë marrëzie, çfarë i bëra vetes? Gënjeva nga ndershmëria e madhe, lavdi Zotit që gënjeva! Të premtova… se s’do jem këtu pas pesë minutash, por… ku të shkoja? Rrugët janë të lara me shi, ku të hyj? Kafenetë gëlojnë nga tollovia, ku të lundroj vetëm? Ndërkohë që ti je deti, je varka dhe udhëtimi. A është e mundur, të pres edhe dhjetë minuta, sa të ndalet shiu? E sigurt, do iki, sapo të ikin retë, sapo të qetësohet era, përndryshe… do jem në zijafetin tënd, derisa të vijë mëngjesi. Të premtova… se s’do të dua, si të çmendurit, për herë të dytë, mos të të sulmoj, siç bëjnë harabelat, me pemën e lartë të mollës tënde, dhe mos t’i kreh flokët kur të flesh, o macja ime e shtrenjtë… Të premtova që s’do ta humbas pjesën e mbetur të mendjes, nëse bie mbi mua si një yll këmbëzbathur. Premtova ta përmbaj çmendurinë time, dhe më vjen mirë që akoma jam kaq ekstrem kur dashuroj, njëlloj siç isha herën e fundit. Të premtova… që s’do të kthehem, por u ktheva, që nuk do vdes nga malli, por vdiqa, dhe u ktheva me gjëra më shumë se vetja; ç’i bëra vetes? Gënjeja nga ndershmëria e madhe dhe lavdi Zotit që gënjeja!

No somos recipientes para llenar; somos lámparas para encender”.

246. Yahya related to me from Mālik from Ibn Shihāb from Urwa ibn az- Zubayr from Ā'isha, the wife of the Prophet, (S), that the Messenger of Allâh, (S), prayed in the mosque one night and people prayed behind him. Then he prayed the next night and there were more people. Then they gathered on the third or fourth night and the Messenger of Allâh, (S), did not come out to them. In the morning, he said, "I saw what you were doing and the only thing that prevented me from coming out to you was that I feared that it would become obligatory (fard) for you." This happened in Ramadan.

35. Yahya related to me from Mālik that he had heard that Abd ar-Rahmān ibn Abī Bakr was visiting Ā'isha, the wife of the Prophet, may Allâh bless him and grant him peace, on the day that Sad ibn Abī Waqqās died, and he asked for some water to do wudu. Ā'isha said to him, ''Abd ar-Rahmān! Perform your wudu fully, for I heard the Messenger of Allâh, (S), say, 'Woe to the heels in the fire.

from what our official accounts allow.28 Schwaller too recognized that whoever built the Sphinx, the Great Pyramid, and the temples at Luxor and Karnak was mathematically and cosmologically astute. From 1936 to 1951, Schwaller and his wife, Isha, herself the author of a series of novels about ancient Egypt (Her-Bak: Egyptian Initiate is the best known), studied the ancient Egyptian monuments. Schwaller found evidence in them for pi, but also for much more: a knowledge of the precession of the equinoxes, of the Pythagorean theorem centuries in advance of Pythagoras, of the circumference of the globe, as well as evidence of ϕ (phi), known as the Golden Section, a mathematical proportion that was again supposedly unknown until it was discovered by the Greeks. As John Anthony West makes clear, the Golden Section is more than an important item in classical architecture. It is, according

from what our official accounts allow.28 Schwaller too recognized that whoever built the Sphinx, the Great Pyramid, and the temples at Luxor and Karnak was mathematically and cosmologically astute. From 1936 to 1951, Schwaller and his wife, Isha, herself the author of a series of novels about ancient Egypt (Her-Bak: Egyptian Initiate is the best known), studied the ancient Egyptian monuments. Schwaller found evidence in them for pi, but also for much more: a knowledge of the precession of the equinoxes, of the Pythagorean theorem centuries in advance of Pythagoras, of the circumference of the globe, as well as evidence of ϕ (phi), known as the Golden Section, a mathematical proportion that was again supposedly unknown until it was discovered by the Greeks. As John Anthony West makes clear, the Golden Section is more than an important item in classical architecture. It is, according to Schwaller, the mathematical archetype of the universe, the reason why we have an “asymmetrical” “lumpy” world of galaxies and planets, and not a flattened-out, homogenous one, a question that today occupies contemporary cosmologists.29 In his writings, Schwaller linked phi to planetary orbits, to the architecture of Gothic cathedrals, and to plant and animal forms.

The Vamakeshvara Tantra says that Tri-pura is threefold, as Brahma, Vishnu, and Isha; and as the energies desire, wisdom, and action, the energy of will when Brahman would create; the energy of wisdom when She reminds Him, saying "Let this be thus" ; and when, thus knowing, He acts, She becomes the energy of action. The Devi is thus Ichchha-shakti-jñana-shakti-kriya-shakti-svaru-pini.

November 12 THE CHANGED LIFE “If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.” 2 Corinthians 5:17    What understanding do you have of the salvation of your soul? The work of salvation means that in your real life things are dramatically changed. You no longer look at things in the same way. Your desires are new and the old things have lost their power to attract you. One of the tests for determining if the work of salvation in your life is genuine is—has God changed the things that really matter to you? If you still yearn for the old things, it is absurd to talk about being born from above—you are deceiving yourself. If you are born again, the Spirit of God makes the change very evident in your real life and thought. And when a crisis comes, you are the most amazed person on earth at the wonderful difference there is in you. There is no possibility of imagining that you did it. It is this complete and amazing change that is the very evidence that you are saved.     What difference has my salvation and sanctification made? For instance, can I stand in the light of 1 Corinthians 13, or do I squirm and evade the issue? True salvation, worked out in me by the Holy Spirit, frees me completely. And as long as I “walk in the light as He is in the light” (1 John 1:7), God sees nothing to rebuke because His life is working itself into every detailed part of my being, not on the conscious level, but even deeper than

Une isha si nje pacient qe nuk i thote dot mjekut se ku i dhemb, por vetem qe ka dhembje.

Most Muslims I meet want to change the world. I just want to see them at Isha.

My love for darkness is.. Yes, but you won't understand, I am mad for darkness, yes really But no one can understand.. Except that person who is like me, That person who is Nyctophile!!

I am not perfect and I don't pretend to be. My brand is about dealing with life after it happens and not sugar coating the fact that I'm a human who makes mistakes.

Me siguri se ka pasur të tjerë ndoshta edhe më kompetentë se unë, dhe sigurisht me merita shumë më të mëdha patriotike, por këtë punë e bëra vetë. Mendoj se përparësia ime konsistonte nga zhveshja prej historicizmit, romantizmit dhe sakjshmërisë nacionaliste. Isha tejet i shkolluar në kohn e rënies në burg dhe disponoja një përvojë më pak të rëndësishme të punës shtetërore. Kjo gjë,më ndihmoi ta kuptoja më mirë lidhmërinë e një fati individual me atë të një kombi. Kjo gjë, sidomos konsekuencat e rënies në burg, megjithatë, pashmangshmërisht ma thelloi diferencat me elitën, por luftën e zhvillova individualisht, vetëm. Gjatë kohës ajo merrte forma dhe trajta të ndryshme tejet të ashpra, por i bishtëroja përplasjës direkte: në fillim. Për shkak se elita, si tërësi, ishte shumë më e fortë se unë, si individ. Të njëjtën kohë, kryesisht për shkak të qëndrimit të prerë- sepse synoja ndryshimin e rezonimit kolektiv politik dhe doja t’i kontribuoja dinamizimit të metodave të luftës politike, por jo edhe shkatërrimit të saj, gjithnjë mendoja se nuk kishim ndonjë elitë tjetër me të cilën mund të zevëndësohej ajo që kishim. Për këtë shkak vazhdimisht e mbroja, madje edhe në situatat e goditjeve të rënda, të cilat nuk i prisja, duke besuar në qëllimet e njëjta.

Heartaches are like giving a rope to hang onto only to take it away the next moment.

Like strangler figs choking a banyan, not an explorer, no imperialist, not one of us, in taking what we pleased—in colonizing as the saying is—has been a synonym for mercy.

You will find the things you least want to hear can help you grow the most.

The dancers are a crucial part of serpiente culture, not to mention a beautiful addition to any public area.” “They may be important to the serpiente, but making their performances so accessible to our children just isn’t appropriate,” Lincon said. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for the dancers to remain in their nest, so the more impressionable of our…” He trailed off, because the room had suddenly gone very quiet around him. A’isha flitted over to the avian man, wrapped in quiet anger. “Have we harmed you in some way while you have been here? Has one of my dancers offended you?” Lincon pointed out, “It is not your hospitality I question, but your regard for propriety. I was propositioned within moments of entering your nest.” A’isha chuckled, shaking her head. “You are a pretty man, and you walked in alone.” Lincon cleared his throat. “I don’t think this is a laughing matter.

Danica’s eyes fluttered open the instant I stepped through the door, and she smiled softly. “I was starting to wonder if you were planning on obeying Betsy after all.” “Never,” I assured her. “Though I’ve promised I will let you get some sleep. How do you feel?” I went to her side, and Danica hooked and arm across my shoulders to steady herself as she sat up. Danica winced. “I hurt.” She rolled her shoulders, as if the muscles were sore. “I’m sure,” I responded sympathetically. Offering the Ahnleh A’isha had given to me, I went on, “This is a congratulatory gift from sha’Mehay.” I explained the significance of the ancient coin and repeated A’isha’s words regarding why she was giving it to Danica. She took the coin reverently, closing it in her hand for a moment before tying the cord into place. “Thank you,” she said softly, as she snuggled closer. I knew the words were not for me, but for the nest around us. I began to massage her shoulders, and she closed her eyes and leaned back toward my touch. My fingertips brushed the feathers growing under her hair at the nape of her neck. There was still a moment of hesitation in my mind every time I felt those feathers, a moment when my thoughts protested, remembering so many years of war when this beautiful woman had been my enemy, so hated that when fate crossed our paths there had been no choice but for me to love her. She met my gaze now without any hint of the fear that had once been there. Cobriana eyes had once been for Danica what her feathers were for me. Avian legend said that a royal cobra’s garnet eyes possessed demonic power, and it had taken a long time for Danica to trust me enough to look into mine. Most avians still shuddered and avoided my gaze. “I feel…tired, but wonderful. Betsy tells me--” She broke off, words failing her, and then gave up on speech and kissed me. “I love you,” she whispered--then yawned widely. “Take a nap with me?” The request, as always, made me smile. When we had first met, the idea of resting with another person was as foreign to the lovely but reserved hawk as the idea of flying was to me. I was happy that Danica had not yet taken me into the air, but she had grown used to a second heartbeat while she rested. That blessing pleased me almost as much as any could. I wrapped my arms around milady; Danica sighed, tucking her head down against my chest like a chick in the nest. Having her there calmed my fears and let me drift into sleep.

An affair that might have seemed a mere trifle - and might seem so still under different circumstances - was shown to be 'something immense in the sight of God'. 'A'isha could not have understood the vast dimensions of the stage upon which she had been summoned to play her part, but everything that happened upon this stage took place in so brilliant a light - and had such tremendous consequences - that we should not think it strange if God chose to intervene in the matter; nor is it difficult in hindsight, aware of the significance of this incident in the development of Islam, to realize that the loss of a necklace by a fifteen-year-old girl travelling through an earthly desert might be of greater significance than galactic catastrophes or the death of stars.

Seventy percent of all women say that they have an unfavorable opinion of him. And, look, there are those who say if you attack someone else’s wife, it is petty, it is rude, it is undignified. . . . Women out there are telling pollsters they don’t appreciate a leader who is—has to get the last word all the time or uses certain words. . . . Do you think he wants to talk about health care, education, taxes, destroying ISIS, or you want talk about wives? So let’s be honest who created this mess.

Well, that’s of no consequence just now. But he did not tell you—that is—has he not told you about Willie?” I stared at him blankly. “Who’s Willie?” Instead of explaining, he bent and opened the drawer of his desk. He pulled out a small object and laid it on the desk, motioning me to come closer.

You made a good choice for your Naga,” she assured me. “Danica is more graceful on a dais than half the serpents I know.” “Provided she isn’t blushing too brightly to see,” another quipped. “The first time I saw our queen perform, I thought she was a lost cause--far too uptight, like most avians--but I’m glad to be proved wrong.” I knew I was grinning. I had never doubted that Danica could learn the serpent art. Much of her loved my world; a part of her craved dance as surely as anyone else in this nest did. Perhaps that thirst came from her time dancing with the currents of air far above where we earthbound creatures roamed, or perhaps it came from the expressive nature her own world forced her to hide. Similar conversation flowed among us until A’isha’s musical voice commanded me, “Zane, admire your queen.” The words brought our attention to the back of the room, where Danica had emerged, looking so beautiful that she took my breath away. In response to her teacher’s words, Danica smiled and shook her head, causing her golden hair to ripple about her face. It made my heart speed and my breath still, as if I was afraid the next movement would shatter the world. She was a spark of fire in sha’Mehay. The serpiente dress rippled around the hawk’s long legs, the fabric so light it moved with the slightest shift of air. The bodice was burgundy silk; it laced up the front with a black ribbon, and though it was more modest than many dancers’ costumes, it still revealed enough cream-and-roses skin to tantalize the imagination. On Danica’s right temple, A’isha had painted a symbol for courage; beneath her left collarbone lay the symbols for san’Anhamirak, abandon and freedom. “You dance every day with the wind. This is not so different,” A’isha said encouragingly to Danica. “Now, look at the man you love and dance for him.” The nest hushed, faces turning to their Naga. Her cheeks held more color than usual, which A’isha addressed with a common dancers’ proverb. “There is no place for shame, Danica. If Anhamirak had not wanted beauty admired, she would not have made our eyes desire it. You are art.” Danica stepped out of A’isha’s grip. “If my mother could see me now,” she murmured, but she smiled as she said it.

You dance every day with the wind. This is not so different,” A’isha said encouragingly to Danica. “Now, look at the man you love and dance for him.” The nest hushed, faces turning to their Naga. Her cheeks held more color than usual, which A’isha addressed with a common dancers’ proverb. “There is no place for shame, Danica. If Anhamirak had not wanted beauty admired, she would not have made our eyes desire it. You are art.” Danica stepped out of A’isha’s grip. “If my mother could see me now,” she murmured, but she smiled as she said it. “Feel the beat. It is the wind,” A’isha directed. “Fly with it.

You made a good choice for your Naga,” she assured me. “Danica is more graceful on a dais than half the serpents I know.” “Provided she isn’t blushing too brightly to see,” another quipped. “The first time I saw our queen perform, I thought she was a lost cause--far too uptight, like most avians--but I’m glad to be proved wrong.” I knew I was grinning. I had never doubted that Danica could learn the serpent art. Much of her loved my world; a part of her craved dance as surely as anyone else in this nest did. Perhaps that thirst came from her time dancing with the currents of air far above where we earthbound creatures roamed, or perhaps it came from the expressive nature her own world forced her to hide. Similar conversation flowed among us until A’isha’s musical voice commanded me, “Zane, admire your queen.

Feel the beat. It is the wind,” A’isha directed. “Fly with it.” The soft beat of a drum, paired with the lilting melody of a flute, filled the room as Danica stepped onto the dais at the back of the nest. Closing her eyes, Danica stretched upward, moving onto the balls of her feet, wrists crossed high above her head, and paused there for a heartbeat. The pose was known as a prayer--a dancer’s call for guidance from the powers that be. She moved into the dance flawlessly, the sway of her body as fluid as water over stone. This was the magic of the serpent and the snake charmer combined, as pure and intense as a thunderstorm. The first dance was soft and gentle, a common sakkri’nira. I could feel the drive in the music, however, and knew the moment when the first dance would move into a more complex one. When the flute stilled, Danica rose once again onto the balls of her feet for an instant. She smiled at me before she began the most complex of the intre’marl: Maeve’s solo from the Namir-da. What had been praise and beauty became passion. Maeve’s dance was a seduction, and the way Danica held my eyes made me feel it. Seeing my mate perform those steps made me want to join her, as any royal-born serpiente would. The holiday for which the Namir-da had been named was still four months away; she would be able to perform then, and I with her, in a ritual that dated back to the creation of my kind.

I’ll…be okay,” Danica asserted. “I was just…dizzy.” She accepted held standing, but once she was up, her balance seemed to return quickly; she rested one hand on my arm, though I sensed that touch was more from habit than weakness. A’isha looked from one of us to the other, and her expression slid from worried to startled to amused. “Little hawk, you’ve never been faint before,” the dancer said. “It’s hot in here, and I’ve been tired and nervous,” Danica argued. “Perhaps this was too much.” She tucked her head down, suddenly realizing that she had fainted in front of an audience. “Bring her to rest, Zane,” A’isha ordered, apparently not daunted by the fact that she was addressing her king. Inside the nest, no one ever was. “I hear your sister’s mate makes an excellent raspberry-ginger tea. I suggest you get the recipe. Now off with you.” A’isha’s hinted meaning suddenly dawned on me, and I could not help pulling Danica against me to kiss her. “Is she right?” I asked, my mind tumbling with too many thoughts to put into words. “I don’t know what she’s talking about,” Danica responded, leaning against me. “I hate raspberry tea.” I tried not to laugh; Danica’s innocence asserted itself at odd moments, and right now nothing could keep me from grinning. “Danica, Danica…

I have an excuse to be up at this mad hour.” Irene yawned as we located her in Salem’s nursery. “Why are you looking so bright-eyed?” As she spoke, she rocked Salem in her arms. The babe kept shifting from boy to cobra, trying to wriggle out of her grip, then turning back to human form to pout when she wouldn’t let him. “We’re plotting reformation of life as we know it,” I replied, somewhat flippantly. “Oh, is that all?” she teased. “Why not start with breakfast?” “Thank you, but no,” I answered. “Danica and I actually wanted your feedback on an idea we had.” Quickly, we detailed the conception of Wyvern’s Court, from finding the two symbols to getting A’isha’s support. Irene listened quietly, nodding every now and then as she finally managed to settle Salem down. When we paused for her response, she looked hopefully at the face of her child. “If you can create such a place,” she finally answered, “I would be honored to raise my son there. And I have never seen you two fail to achieve any dream you strive toward.

With regard to people who denigrate their accomplishments, the twentieth-century rabbi Chazon Ish—a man renowned for his scholarship and moral character—said: “People are mistaken in thinking that humility means to think of yourself as an ignorant boor even when such is surely not the case. Humility means that a person realizes his true worth.