Singh Lion Quotes

When there is incest, adultery, atheism, hatred of religion, no more dharma, and sin everywhere, the impossible Iron Age has come; in what way the world will be saved? For the helpless, the Lord Himself will manifest as the Supreme Purusha. He will be called the Kalki incarnation and will be glorious like a lion coming down from heaven.

People revered his father as the Lion of Punjab, but his mother is the one they should have called Lioness.

Maharana Pratap Singh, the ‘Lion of Mewar’, is a heroic figure among Indian legends. His name is engraved with gold among the list of valiant kings who fought for the honour of nation. This great Rajput King preferred to sacrifice his life than surrendering against enemies of nation. He struggled like a true valiant for freedom even under adverse

The self we wear must be discarded once a while to emerge anew, "Tyaag" to let go "Daya" compassion and "Shanti" must be adorned in the abode of thy heart, only then we shall become true warriors of peace, the lion of Durga and the music of Saraswati.

I didn’t know how long Paddy had been watching me. He’d smelled me first—possibly before I’d left the veranda. Maybe he’d only been curious about my girl-smell, or maybe he’d started hunting me then. It didn’t really matter, because he had already overpowered me. Paddy’s jaw closed on my thigh above the knee. I felt his dagger teeth and his wet tongue. The strangely cool feel of his mouth. My head swam as I smelled my own blood, and then he released me to bellow. It was everything I’d heard from the veranda and more—a vibrating black cave of noise that swallowed the earth and sky and swallowed me, too. I closed my eyes and tried to scream, but only released a puff of air. I felt Paddy’s mouth again and knew I had no chance at all. He would eat me here or drag me off to a glade or valley only he knew of, a place from which I’d never return. The last thought I remember having was This is how it feels, then. This is what it means to be eaten by a lion. When I came back to myself, Bishon Singh was carrying me in his arms, his face bent over mine.

The whip shouldn’t have been more than a gnat for Paddy,” Bishon Singh told me. “What do you mean?” “What is a whip to a lion? He must have been ready to let you go. Or perhaps you weren’t ever meant for him.” I

The word for a lion, ‘Singh’ was also, as we have seen, the name used by the Mughal empire’s Rajput mansabdars.

The world has always been ruled by violent people just as a jungle is ruled by a lion. Non-violent people have always had to submit to the onslaught of the violent people and lose their honour.The rule of non-violence i as utopian as the sheep ruling a jungle over lions.

Like hungry lions, the nobles waited to molest the shameful enemy, but as they waited, they endeavored to take a brief reprieve from their unsightly world by throwing the veil of opium dreams upon themselves; briefly, just briefly! Sweet languor crept over their tensed limbs and a delicious lightness spread into their bodies. An invisible ally with one thick finger slowed the motion of the clock and the waxing crescent of the moon in the night-sky turned the color of honey, transforming itself into a blushing face, a form and then a beckoning hand. Thus, the lions were ignorant of the truth that the enemy under cover of the dark was assembling in front of their camp.