Radha Quotes

The best thing to give your enemy is forgiveness; to an oponent, tolerance; to a friend, your heart; to your child, a good example; to your father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; to your self, respect; to all men charity.

At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna Loved her for the last time and left. . . That night in her husband's arms, Radha felt So dead that he asked, What is wrong, Do you mind my kisses, love? And she said, Not not at all, but thought, What is It to the corpse if the maggots nip?

Radha was now in a trance with mouth agape. She just looked at Akshay, who looked all romantic, and he had taken out a diamond ring by then.

Radha thought he lacked his opinion and, therefore, his personality. However, she liked him for what he was. A good buddy.

Narayan explained how they had spent the morning, and Dukhi laughed to hear it. the entire episode made Radha furious. "Why must you torment the boy? There is no need to make my Om do such dirty work."..."How will he appreciate what he has if he does not learn what his forefathers did? Once a week he will come with me! Whether he likes it or not!

Krishna means love," she said. "But Radha means longing. Longing is older than love. I am older than he. Did you know that, Sita?

In time, Radha became a goddess in her own right, the symbol of sacrifice, surrender and unconditional love.

I see You, Every time I look into Buddha’s eyes. I give myself to You. Every time I alter one of Your 1,000s names. Honestly & fully I love You. Through Christ and Maria, Shiva and Shakti, Krishna and Radha, With every day that passes and every breath I take. I enter gratitude for receiving Your Love. Obeying Your Laws of Truthfulness and Ahimsa, Weaving Prana With hearts and souls of Gaia. Through mysticism, shamanism, sufism, and ecstatic meditations. I yearn to touch You, to feel You, to be You. Within this amazing Journey of Awareness of Your Consciousness.

In India, individual shame did not exist. Humiliation spread, as easily as oil on wax paper, to the entire family, even to distant cousins, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews. The rumormongers made sure of that. Blame lay heavily in my chest. Had I not deserted my marriage, Radha would not have suffered so much, and Maa and Pitaji would not have been so powerless against an entire village.

Tamara dil no atrupt prem , avyakta jhankhana ae radha. Sukhnu sapanu, milanni aaturta ae radha. raday ma feeling hase, to radha hase ane ae hase tyan hun!

Be gently aware of your self-labeling and your labeling of others and ask yourself if it's separating or connecting you to others.

A word can change your Life

you can choose to reset and refresh your energy and start from a neutral place at the center of the graph.

Belonging is the opposite of loneliness. It’s a feeling of home, of “I can exhale here and be fully myself with no judgment or insecurity.” Belonging is about shared values and responsibility, and the desire to participate in making your community better. It’s about taking pride, showing up, and offering your unique gifts to others. You can’t belong if you only take.

takes the form of Draupadi, not his mother or his wife, but a distant relative, barely connected by blood or marriage. Draupadi cares for Krishna as Radha does, without expectations. And that is why Krishna always watches over her, even though he is not obliged to.

Instead of judging yourself and others, you become curious about why you feel judgmental in the first place and move your awareness toward a place of curiosity: “Why do I feel this way? Why am I judging this person? Why am I judging myself in this way? Can I learn more about this rather than judge it?” Curiosity will set you free.

As far as Kitty could tell, men were just as petty as women, but when they didn’t get their way, they didn’t resort to intrigues—they started wars.

Radha Krishna Krishna, Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, play your flute for me beneath this parasol of stars, diadems bejeweling your eternal crown, and I will dance for you a joyous dance. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, visit your consort, Radha, mantled in the black of night, the cow-herd girl who has stolen your heart, and now the gopi has become the guru and awaits her lover with open arms. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, stay the night, and learn the love of Radha,shakti, her wifely love, the svakaya-rasa, her spiritual love, the parakiya-rasa, for immortality is a curse without both of these. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, return to heaven now for the cock has crowed and yet you linger, lazy in Radha’s bed. Even endless love must seek and end to repeat the joy of new beginnings. Return, Krishna, I beseech you, for my feet are weary of the dance and I have fields to plow and rice to plant.

Krishna: The night is late, the fair one timorous and fearful: When will she of the olifant gait be here? The path is filled with dreadful snakes, How many dangers do her path beset, and she with feet so tender! To the feet of Providence I trust her, Success attend the Beauty's tryst! The sky is black, the earth is sodden,—My heart is anxious for her danger. Heavy the darkness in every airt,—Her feet may slip, she cannot find the path: Her glance beguiles each living thing Lakshmī comes in human form!

When Radha and I were children, we used to play a game. She would ask, “What is the true color of the world, Didi?” And I would say, “Green.” “Why green?” “Because the trees are green. Grass is green. The new buds on the plants are green. Even the parrots are green. Green is the color of the world.” “But, Didi,” Radha would argue, “the wheat stalks are brown. My body is brown. The field mice are brown. No, the world is brown.” “What about blue?” I would say. “The sky is blue. And it covers the whole world, like a mother who loves and embraces all her children. Radha would fall silent, and I would remember that she had known our mother’s love for even fewer years than I did. So I would take her in my arms and hold her, to make her know what it feels like to be loved. Today I know the truth: The true color of the world is black. Anger is black. Shame and scandal are black. Betrayal is black. Hatred is black. And a roasted, smoking body is Black, Black, Black. The world, after witnessing such cruelty, goes black. The waking up to a changed world is black.

By the pastime of killing the bull-demon named Ariṣṭāsura, Śrī Kṛṣṇa showed how He destroys this tendency. Our hearts will be purified of this anārtha by reading this pastime, and by loudly calling the all-powerful Lord Hari to drive out this anārtha.

The dust of the feet of a devotee, the water that has washed the feet of a devotee, and the remnants of food left by a devotee are three very powerful substances. By rendering service to these three, one attains the supreme goal of ecstatic love for Kṛṣṇa. In all the revealed scriptures this is boldly declared again and again.

O Vṛndāvana-dhāma! Who in this world did not quickly attain the topmost bliss by serving you? I offer my obeisances unto you. With my head bowed down I humbly beg you. Please reveal to me the best way to see my King and Queen. Please give me your mercy.” (Utkalikā Vallariḥ)

Yes!

Radha and Krishna never met; they were always within each other.

Ok so Friday - Sukravar _ Holi _ Radha Krishna Leela _ Surya Namaskar

Krishna: The night is late, the fair one timorous and fearful: When will she of the olifant gait be here? The path is filled with dreadful snakes, How many dangers do her path beset, and she with feet so tender! To the feet of Providence I trust her, Success attend the Beauty's tryst! The sky is black, the earth is sodden,—My heart is anxious for her danger. Heavy the darkness in every airt,—Her feet may slip, she cannot find the path: Her glance beguiles each living thing Lakshmī comes in human form! Says Vidyāpati the poet:

Like melancholic face of ‘Radha’ due to the absence of ‘Krishna’, that evening was gloomy.

she had found herself thinking of Vijay more often. She could recall times when she wanted to share all his problems as well as his happiness. Did Vijay feel the same way? She thought that she had sensed something in the way he had tried to protect her at Bairat when Farooq’s men were manhandling her. But she couldn’t be sure. And, she reminded herself, he lived in the US, he was an American citizen. Even if she was to believe, for a moment, that Vijay reciprocated her feelings, would this relationship even work? Radha sighed.

Not that I’m aware of.” Jason didn’t completely trust the chief and was just a bit cautious about letting anyone outside his immediate family know about Jane’s abilities or Radha, their resident caretaker of the white magic power center.

Krishna: Wheresoever her twin feet fall, A lotus-flower uplifts them: Wheresoever her body passes swaying, There is the lightning's undulation! Surpassing radiance that I beheld, Has made her seat amidst my heart: Wheresoever her eyes are opened, There are water-lilies seen! Wheresoever her light laugh rings, There very nectar sours in envy: Wheresoever fall her sidelong glances, Fly the myriads of Madan's arrows!

Did you know Radha still waits, impatient for you, in Vrindavana? Like a wraith beneath the trees, since you didn't say farewell.

Vishnu stories in the Ramayana, Bhagavata and Mahabharata reveal how he experiences birth, death and even heartbreak. Both Ram and Krishna display human emotions, yearning for the beloved. Though God, Ram cannot be with Sita, Krishna cannot be with Radha. Yet they do not turn bitter, angry or vengeful. They love unconditionally.

Either you self-destroy like Devdas or become immortal like Radha.

The following śloka from Vraja-vilāsa-stava can be sung to the tune of the Ṣaḍ-gosvāmy-aṣṭaka as a praṇām to Rādhā-kuṇḍa. duṣtāriṣṭa-vadhe svayaṁ samabhavat, kṛṣṇāṅghri-padmād idaṁ sphītaṁ yan-makaranda-vistṛtir ivā, riṣṭākhyam iṣṭaṁ saraḥ sopanaiḥ parirañjitaṁ priyatayā, śrī-rādhayā kāritaīḥ premṇāliṅgad iva priya-sara idaṁ, tan nītya nityaṁ bhaje

The seniormost devotees at Rādhā-kuṇḍa say that in the silence of midnight a fortunate soul can still hear the pitiful weeping of Śrīla Raghunātha Dāsa Gosvāmī.

house was windowless, mother often complained that the house was like a dungeon. There was a small landing room on the first floor, which opened on to a terrace. This room was used as a study for sister. The smooth surface on the railings of the stairs was an indoor slide for us. I don’t remember climbing down the

I know who visits your dream, Dark One. Say her name. Her smile streaks like lightning through clouds of sleep. Śyāma, she has nothing with which to repay you. Such impatience, bihaṅga! Don’t wake my sleeping Śyāma. And you, moon, pour down your cold milk on the sun’s too early fire.

Leh, why would we change?” Radha said, pointing at herself with exaggerated incredulousness. “Why change something so perfect, ha?

Dawn is the hour when Radha and Krishna must depart from fucking deep inside the braj forest, back home, back to their duties. In their union, Krishna makes love, not war, gender dissolves masculine and feminine. His beloved Radha and the other cow-herding Gopi girls bring out a softer side of him than we see in the Bhagavad Gita with the warrior Arjuna. Krishna revealed himself; I suppose that’s the power of the feminine—it lets you closer to the softness of the Divine.

Those were possibly Radha’s least favorite words. She believed there was no better way than legal recourse to change anything that was worth changing.

If Krishna can do masti Why can't Radha? All rights of Shiva Parvati should also get Women equalized... womanhood #Mickeymized!

I talked with someone when I was in Vrindavan forest - The girl name was Radha, I saw her in human body with so much heat and fragrances I still believe she was human only.

Look, if there is one thing I've learned from my new therapy sessions, it's that we're seventeen years old. We don't have to know exactly what we want to do, but we have to be willing to take chances to figure it out. We are the product of our parents' immigrant dreams. Like father once told me, it's not about picking a stable job, it's about following the right dream.

I don't need it. I don't need help. WE did this for all of us, not just for you. I need maro deekro to know that. I need Jai. Jai has to dream for himself. Dream for yourself, Jai. You do what you want. We are not holding you back. You are the only one holding you back.

It was Radha, my next-door neighbour.

The word ‘teasing’ in ‘eve-teasing’ makes the act of molestation acceptable. The common expression used for ‘teasing’ in Hindi is chhera-chheri , a word that women use to describe boys’ general behaviour within the acceptable range. Many women said, ‘ Chhera-chheri toh chalti hi hai , teasing happens,’ implying its acceptance and normality and making the act of molestation sound like casual fun. Boys tease, after all, that is their nature, boys will be boys. The word is not abusing, baiting, exploiting, hating, harassing or molesting. And the name is not Sita, Indira or Radha. The name is Eve. And she is foreign. The name Eve helps create distance from our daily, immediate Indian context.

GLOSSARY OF TERMS THE STORY OF HENNA RADHA’S RECIPE FOR HENNA PASTE THE CASTE SYSTEM IN INDIA MALIK’S RECIPE FOR BATTI BALLS THE PALACE RECIPE FOR ROYAL RABRI The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end. —From the poem Journey Home by Rabindranath Tagore

The real cost Of Kurukshetra Was the moment When you disappeared Over the horizon At the end of our universe That moment When you looked back And couldn't see me When I strained my eyes But couldn't see you The monumental Incalculable Cost Of war Was an empty horizon. It always has been, Krishna.

If every one of us will work, strenuously and continuously, until each has purged his heart of every trace of resentment against every person, who has, he thinks, injured him, we shall then find, perhaps to our surprise, that Peace is reigning over the whole world.2

I saw myself at Radha’s age, too shy to look at boys or men, much less talk to them. Maa had made sure of it: Men will eat even unripe fruit

You’re looking for a reason.” Each word carried the force of anger. “And sometimes, there isn’t a reason. Sometimes accidents are just accidents. Sometimes people - the best people, the most talented people - do unexpected things like walk in their sleep. You’re trying to make sense of a world that makes no sense most of the time.

However, in October 2010, the Government of India appointed a set of interlocutors—Dilip Padgaonkar, Radha Kumar and M.M Ansari—with the mission of taking the peace process further after due consultations with the several stakeholders in Jammu & Kashmir. Mr Dilip Padgaonkar was my colleague in the Kashmir Committee, but I do not have the pleasure of knowing the other two interlocutors personally. This does not detract from their stature or merit. Whispers around Delhi suggested that while the interlocutors were sincerely trying to talk to the people of J&K, they were scarcely talking to one another. This subsequently appears to have blown up into a full scale war, after it was discovered that two of the three interlocutors accepted hospitality from the ISI-funded Ghulam Nabi Fai to attend conferences in plush capitals of Europe and the US. Till date, the interlocutors have made no significant contribution to the peace process.

Do I have a strong attachment to my plans? – Do I dislike having to change any type of plans? – Maybe I am only “inconvenienced.” Am I? – If this is the case, where is the hurt? – Maybe I am not hurt, but angry about being inconvenienced? – Can I hold my emotions back in the future, long enough to recognize the difference between being really hurt and just being inconvenienced? – Can I “learn” from my “mistakes,” let them fade into the past? – Will they fade if I keep my emotional response “alive”? – Does this mean to discriminate?

Perhaps it was the Radha Parthasarathi in Anantapur, Andhra Pradesh that caught their eye: a vibrant temple built in the shape of a chariot and painted entirely in the dainty shade of watermelon-pink, complete with wheels and a quartet of colossal stallions that towered over its visitors. Or perhaps it was the Sri Sri Radha Parthasarathi Mandir in New Delhi that stopped them in their tracks: a stunning and sprawling complex dominated by lace-white pointed oval domes and embellished with wooden, marble, and stone lattice carvings, which houses the 1,764-pound Astounding Bhagavad Gita, the “largest principle sacred text ever to be printed.

In summary, the flute song of Sri Kṛṣṇa, expressed as the Brahma-gayatri, is engaging us in the service of Vrsabhanunandini, Sri Radha. The Gayatri mantra will incite us and inspire us to surrender to Srimati Radhika, accept Her order, and engage in Her eternal loving service. In other words, the divine service of the lotus feet of Srimati Radharani is the ultimate meaning of the Brahma-gayatri.” (SE, adapted) With thoughts like these and implicit faith in the spiritual efficacy of the Brahma-gayatri the worshiper should approach the Lord with this “prayer of prayers.” Only then will the heart be truly attuned to receive the divine wisdom. The blissful thoughts thus aroused will permeate through the heart, purge one of all sins, and enable one to know God and love Him. One will become free from ignorance, the illusion of maya, and the cycle of birth and death.

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As with everything in life, nothing stays the same. All communities and relationships evolve and change. When you sense it happening, rather than thinking, ‘This isn’t what it used to be,’ consider this: It’s never supposed to be what ‘it used to be’! Everything evolves, including communities and relationships, and it’s a beautiful thing! Let’s learn to embrace that!

Another study found that having weak social ties is as harmful to our health as being an alcoholic and twice as harmful as obesity. Sit with that for a second: Having poor social connections is as bad as being an alcoholic and twice as bad as being obese.

Recognizing and honoring our unique qualities and authentic gifts is key to developing self-confidence. But sharing our unique gifts with the greater whole is vital to our humanity.

No wonder the women of the best Nair families never mentioned sex. It was their principal phobia. They associated it with violence and bloodshed. They had been fed on the stories of Ravana who perished due to his desire for Sita and of Kichaka, who was torn to death by Draupadi's legal husband Bhima only because he coveted her. It was customary for a Nair girl to marry when she was hardly out of her childhood and it was also customary for the much older husband to give her a rude shockby his sexual haste on the wedding night. The only heroine whose sex life seemed comparatively untumultuous was Radha who waited on the banks of Jamuna for her blue-skinned lover. But she was another's wife and so an adulteress. In the orbit of licit sex, there seemed to be only crudeness and violence.

Radha stood to one side of the long table where I kept my herbs, her hands clasped behind her. Her eyes had the wariness of a wild animal.

I shook Radha’s shoulder to wake her. There was much I had to teach her, and soon.

We are at the top of the food chain because we are the best at collaborating, whether through storytelling, skill sharing, or community building. So let’s honor our individuality and our authentic gifts by sharing ourselves with the world!

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tṛṇād api sunīcena, taror ivai sahiṣṇunā amāninā mānadena, kīrtanīyaḥ sadā hariḥ

Radha is not the beloved of Krishna nor Krishna is the lover. Each human body is Radha, the female or mother nature. Nature is feminine by gender and in each aspect of nature abides the living power of God. The human body, Radha is the receptive counterpart of Krishna, the soul.

If you constantly remain on the top, then you will perceive the reality — the Truth. In the ancient paintings of Radha and Krishna, they are clasping each other. That means in your whole system, everywhere, the living power of God is clasping you. So, by the practice of Kriya Yoga,

Radha, who was a village girl, was extremely attracted to Krishna, who was the Supreme Lord. She had extreme love for Him. She was always leaving her family and worldly life to go and be with Him. She was completely absorbed in His beauty and His love and was always wanted to serve Him. In His presence, she felt His divinity and was ecstatically happy. But one day she got some pride and vanity because of her own beauty and service to Him and because He would not submit to her wishes she became arrogant towards Him and told Him that He should go and she would remain without Him. So He left her. She soon began to long for Him and could not stop thinking about Him, always thinking He would return to her, but He did not return. She became dejected and sat under a tree and she could only think about Him, thinking He would soon return to her. She remained sitting for a very long period, constantly thinking of Him, expecting that He would return to her at any moment. But He did not return. Months passed. Some villagers came to see her and saw that she was not breathing. They went and told Lord Krishna that she had died, that she was not breathing. But He only laughed and said, “Radha can’t die. She is completely transformed into Krishna. If you go to her and chant the name ‘Krishna’ in her ear, then you would find the real Radha.” They did it and found that Radha slowly rose and stood in that very pose. So you see, Radha was completely transformed into Krishna.