classes ::: Language, grammer, media,
children ::: strings (all)
branches ::: strings

Instances, Classes, See Also, Object in Names
Definitions, . Quotes . - . Chapters .


  strings or sentences? different objects link to either, so they kinda need their own page?

  My child, every day you are going to read Savitri
  Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense
  Her smile could persuade a dead lacerated heart
  But like a shining answer from the gods
Approached through sun-bright spaces Savitri.

  All that denies must be torn out and slain
  There all the truths unite in a single Truth,
  And all ideas rejoin Reality.

  blindly groping
  reminded of the endless need in things
  the temple of light (the noun of noun)
  the temple of time
  the place where visions come from
  the sky grew wider (the noun verb
  the layered generations of fallen leaves
  the lotus of the eternal Knowledge and the eternal perfection
  God's debt to Mankind
  dispels all darkness

  think only of the Divine and
  structures of consciousness
  radiant structures

  daily minimum offering
  go deep
  the thing which is all the things
  the things which are all the things
  grants immunity to
  the Book of ...... (sw in Library for like 30 examples)
(analyze sentence structure of aboves)
(sss "" \| lc = 7735)
the lord of falsehood

  You enter a dungeon
  You stand in front of a large, stone door - the entrance to the ancient Temple of Riddles. Do you choose to enter?
  You wake up in the side of the road
  You enter the town of Einnentrau
  You see before you
  You arrive at the floating Citadel of Damocles
    The annual Contest is underway, with mages gathering from all over the world, from the Wastelands to the Empire, to the Kingdoms of the North. The city is busy with merchants peddling their ingredients and trinkets, nobles looking to expand their retinue, and mercenaries recruiting for their next campaign. You are received by a stocky, spectacled man. The runes running up his arm glow, but grow ever dimmer as the residual magic pours out into the air. The colossal gates to the citadel stand closed, and the walls seem impossibly tall.
    "Welcome to Damocles, neutral city of the Conclave. My name is Aticus, keeper of the Gate. Why are you here, and how may I help you?"
In the center of the room is a low, circular stone platform

  In the middle this round room the floor protrudes up a step and in the center sits a shimmering portal that looks to contain warping space-time. Around you cold white marble surves upwards from the floor to give the room a the shape of a hollowed hemisphere. To the east what looks like a thick black door lay buried in a carved recess.
  Looking at the portal, from the glimmering and swirling reflected forms dancing in the object, you suppose that wherever the portal leads seems like an open space, you see mixes of green, white and blue but cannot quite tell what it is.
  You awake to what looks to be a modest room at an inn. The room seems furnished with the wooden bed on which you lay, a small wooden bed-side cabinet and to your right the wall rests a door.

a study of sentence structure for sentence generation
analysis of favorite sentences, which are very close to what I consider a string.


a study of sentence structure for sentence generation
analysis of favorite sentences, which are very close to what I consider a string.


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favorite ::: cwsa, everyday, grade, mcw, memcards (table), project, project 0001, Savitri, Savitri (extended toc), the Temple of Sages, three js, whiteboard,
temp ::: consecration, experiments, knowledge, meditation, psychometrics, remember, responsibility, temp, the Bad, the God object, the Good, the most important, the Ring, the source of inspirations, the Stack, the Tarot, the Word, top priority, whiteboard,

--- DICTIONARIES (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)

string ::: 1. Any series of things arranged or connected in a line or following closely one after another. 2. The vibrating element that produces sound in string instruments and is composed of lengths of a flexible material kept under tension so that they may vibrate freely, but controllably, made of gut, fibre, wire, etc. 3. Slender cords or thick threads used for binding or tying; lines or something resembling this. Also fig. **strings, heart-strings, heart-strings’, apron strings (see apron).**

stringless ::: without strings; lacking strings.

stringboard ::: n. --> Same as Stringpiece.

stringcourse ::: n. --> A horizontal band in a building, forming a part of the design, whether molded, projecting, or carved, or in any way distinguished from the rest of the work.

stringed ::: --> of String ::: a. --> Having strings; as, a stringed instrument.
Produced by strings.

stringency ::: n. --> The quality or state of being stringent.

stringendo ::: a. --> Urging or hastening the time, as to a climax.

stringent ::: a. --> Binding strongly; making strict requirements; restrictive; rigid; severe; as, stringent rules.

stringer ::: n. --> One who strings; one who makes or provides strings, especially for bows.
A libertine; a wencher.
A longitudinal sleeper.
A streak of planking carried round the inside of a vessel on the under side of the beams.
A long horizontal timber to connect uprights in a frame, or to support a floor or the like.

stringhalt ::: n. --> An habitual sudden twitching of the hinder leg of a horse, or an involuntary or convulsive contraction of the muscles that raise the hock.

stringiness ::: n. --> Quality of being stringy.

stringing ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of String

stringless ::: a. --> Having no strings.

stringpiece ::: n. --> A long piece of timber, forming a margin or edge of any piece of construction; esp.:
One of the longitudinal pieces, supporting the treads and rises of a flight or run of stairs.

string ::: n. --> A small cord, a line, a twine, or a slender strip of leather, or other substance, used for binding together, fastening, or tying things; a cord, larger than a thread and smaller than a rope; as, a shoe string; a bonnet string; a silken string.
A thread or cord on which a number of objects or parts are strung or arranged in close and orderly succession; hence, a line or series of things arranged on a thread, or as if so arranged; a succession; a concatenation; a chain; as, a string of shells or beads;

stringy ::: a. --> Consisting of strings, or small threads; fibrous; filamentous; as, a stringy root.
Capable of being drawn into a string, as a glutinous substance; ropy; viscid; gluely.

(Or "character string") A sequence of
Most {programming languages} consider characters and strings
(e.g. "124:shabooya:\n", "hello world") to be distinct from
numbers, which are typically stored in fixed-length {binary}
or {floating-point} representation.
A {bit string} is a sequence of {bits}.

String EXpression Interpreter
{String Oriented Symbolic Language}

stringly typed
A humourous play on "{strongly typed}",
coined by Mark Simpson, for an implementation that uses
strings instead of more appropriate types, thus preventing
{compile-time} {type checking}.
[{Dodgy Coder

STring Oriented Interactive Compiler
(STOIC) A language from the Smithsonian
Astrophysical Observatory. STOIC is similar to {FORTH} for
strings and includes many {VAX}-specific items.

String Oriented Symbolic Language
(SNOBOL) A {string processing language} for {text}
and {formula} manipulation, developed by David J. Farber, Ralph E.
Griswold and Ivan P. Polonsky at {Bell Labs} in 1962.
SNOBOL had only simple {control structures} but provided a
rich string-matching formalism of power comparable to {regular
expressions} but implemented differently. People used it
for simple {natural language processing} analysis tasks well
into the 1980s. Since then, {Perl} has come into favour for
such tasks.
SNOBOL was originally called "SEXI" - String EXpression
Interpreter. In spite of the suggestive name, SNOBOL is not
related to {COBOL}. Farber said the name SNOBOL was largely
contrived at the time the original JACM article was published
when one of the implementors said something like, "This
program doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of ...". The
expansion to "String Oriented Symbolic Language" was contrived
Implementations include (in no particular order): {SNOBOL2},
and {vanilla}.
See also {EZ}, {Poplar}, {SIL} and {Icon}.
{SNOBOL 4 (}.
{David Farber (}.
{Ralph Griswold (}.
["SNOBOL, A String Manipulating Language", R. Griswold et al,
J ACM 11(1):21, Jan 1964].

String PRocessING language
["From SPRING to SUMMER: Design, Definition and Implementation
of Programming Languages for String Manipulation and Pattern
Matching", Paul Klint, Math Centre, Amsterdam 1982].

string reduction
A {reduction system} where an expression is represented as a
string of function names, constants and parentheses. It is
reduced by replacing parts of the string representing subterms
by their value.
It is harder to represent sharing of subexpressions in string
reduction than in {graph reduction}.

stringboard ::: n. --> Same as Stringpiece.

stringcourse ::: n. --> A horizontal band in a building, forming a part of the design, whether molded, projecting, or carved, or in any way distinguished from the rest of the work.

stringed ::: --> of String ::: a. --> Having strings; as, a stringed instrument.
Produced by strings.

stringency ::: n. --> The quality or state of being stringent.

stringendo ::: a. --> Urging or hastening the time, as to a climax.

stringent ::: a. --> Binding strongly; making strict requirements; restrictive; rigid; severe; as, stringent rules.

stringer ::: n. --> One who strings; one who makes or provides strings, especially for bows.
A libertine; a wencher.
A longitudinal sleeper.
A streak of planking carried round the inside of a vessel on the under side of the beams.
A long horizontal timber to connect uprights in a frame, or to support a floor or the like.

stringhalt ::: n. --> An habitual sudden twitching of the hinder leg of a horse, or an involuntary or convulsive contraction of the muscles that raise the hock.

stringiness ::: n. --> Quality of being stringy.

stringing ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of String

stringless ::: a. --> Having no strings.

stringpiece ::: n. --> A long piece of timber, forming a margin or edge of any piece of construction; esp.:
One of the longitudinal pieces, supporting the treads and rises of a flight or run of stairs.

string ::: n. --> A small cord, a line, a twine, or a slender strip of leather, or other substance, used for binding together, fastening, or tying things; a cord, larger than a thread and smaller than a rope; as, a shoe string; a bonnet string; a silken string.
A thread or cord on which a number of objects or parts are strung or arranged in close and orderly succession; hence, a line or series of things arranged on a thread, or as if so arranged; a succession; a concatenation; a chain; as, a string of shells or beads;

stringy ::: a. --> Consisting of strings, or small threads; fibrous; filamentous; as, a stringy root.
Capable of being drawn into a string, as a glutinous substance; ropy; viscid; gluely.

STring Oriented Interactive Compiler ::: (language) (STOIC) A language from the Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory. STOIC is similar to FORTH for strings and includes many VAX-specific items. (1998-09-27)

String Oriented Symbolic Language ::: (language) (SNOBOL) A string processing language for text and formula manipulation, developed by David J. Farber, Ralph E. Griswold and Ivan P. Polonsky at Bell Labs in 1962.SNOBOL had only simple control structures but provided a rich string-matching formalism of power comparable to regular expressions but implemented differently. People used it for simple natural language processing analysis tasks well into the 1980s. Since then, Perl has come into favour for such tasks.SNOBOL was originally called SEXI - String EXpression Interpreter. In spite of the suggestive name, SNOBOL is not related to COBOL. Farber said the name SNOBOL snowball's chance in hell of .... The expansion to String Oriented Symbolic Language was contrived later.Implementations include (in no particular order): SNOBOL2, SNOBOL3, SNOBOL4, FASBOL, SITBOL, MAINBOL, SPITBOL and vanilla.See also EZ, Poplar, SIL and Icon. . . .[SNOBOL, A String Manipulating Language, R. Griswold et al, J ACM 11(1):21, Jan 1964].(2004-04-29)

String PRocessING language ::: (language) (SPRING)[From SPRING to SUMMER: Design, Definition and Implementation of Programming Languages for String Manipulation and Pattern Matching, Paul Klint, Math Centre, Amsterdam 1982]. (1996-02-06)

string ::: (programming) A sequence of data values, usually bytes, which usually stand for characters (a character string). The mapping between values and implcitly or explicitly by the environment in which the string is being interpreted.The most common character set is ASCII but, since the late 1990s, there has been increased interest in larger character sets such as Unicode where each character is represented by more than eight bits.Most programming languages consider strings (e.g. 124:shabooya:\n, hello world) basically distinct from numbers which are typically stored in fixed-length binary or floating-point representation.A bit string is a sequence of bits. (1999-12-21)

string reduction ::: A reduction system where an expression is represented as a string of function names, constants and parentheses. It is reduced by replacing parts of the string representing subterms by their value.It is harder to represent sharing of subexpressions in string reduction than in graph reduction. (1995-02-06)

string ::: 1. Any series of things arranged or connected in a line or following closely one after another. 2. The vibrating element that produces sound in string instruments and is composed of lengths of a flexible material kept under tension so that they may vibrate freely, but controllably, made of gut, fibre, wire, etc. 3. Slender cords or thick threads used for binding or tying; lines or something resembling this. Also fig. **strings, heart-strings, heart-strings’, apron strings (see apron).**

stringless ::: without strings; lacking strings.

String theory - a theoretical framework in which the point-like particles of particle physics are replaced by one-dimensional objects called strings. See /r/strings

--- QUOTES [19 / 19 - 500 / 4033] (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)

KEYS (10k)

   8 Sri Aurobindo
   2 The Mother
   1 Phil Hine
   1 Michio Kaku
   1 Lewis Carroll
   1 Leonard Susskind
   1  Leonard Adleman
   1 Ken Wilber?
   1 Kabir
   1 Brenda Ueland
   1 Arthur Schopenhauer


   17 John Green
   13 Sherry Stringfield
   10 William Stringfellow
   8 Anonymous
   6 Howard Stringer
   5 William Shakespeare
   4 Sam Harris
   4 Ren e Ahdieh
   4 Ralph Waldo Emerson
   4 Jodi Picoult
   4 Bob Dylan
   3 Pythagoras
   3 Mokokoma Mokhonoana
   3 Maggie Stiefvater
   3 Khalil Gibran
   3 Cassandra Clare
   3 Anthony Doerr
   3 Andrew Peterson
   2 Thomas Harris
   2 Terry Pratchett
   2 Stephen King
   2 Rumi
   2 Rabindranath Tagore
   2 Peter Watts
   2 Patrick Rothfuss
   2 Patricia Highsmith
   2 Nicholas Sparks
   2 Mitch Albom
   2 Michio Kaku
   2 Megan Boyle
   2 Mark Lutz
   2 Madeline Miller
   2 Lisa Wingate
   2 Kurt Vonnegut
   2 Khaled Hosseini
   2 Jules Verne
   2 Jules Shear
   2 John Steinbeck
   2 John D Barrow
   2 John Bellairs
   2 J K Rowling
   2 Henry David Thoreau
   2 Haruki Murakami
   2 Hanif Kureishi
   2 Gautama Buddha
   2 Frederick Lenz
   2 Edward Witten
   2 Dwight D Eisenhower
   2 Drake
   2 Dolly Parton
   2 Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
   2 Charles Dickens
   2 C G Drews
   2 Bryan Adams
   2 Brian Greene
   2 Alessandro Baricco
   2 Aldous Huxley

1:Nada is found within. It is a music without strings which plays in the body. It penetrates the inner and outer and leads you away from illusion. ~ Kabir,
2:This grey hour was bornFor the ascetic in his silent caveAnd for the dying man whose heart releasedLoosens its vibrant strings. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Chitrangada,
3:The harmony of kindred souls that seekEach other on the strings of body and mind,Is all the music for which life was born. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Plays and Stories - II Act II,
4:The sacred Book lay on its sanctified deskWrapped in interpretation’s silken strings:A credo sealed up its spiritual sense. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 07.03 - The Entry into the Inner Countries,
5:I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another. ~ Brenda Ueland,
6:The harp of God falls mute, its call to blissDiscouraged fails mid earth’s unhappy sounds;The strings of the siren Ecstasy cry not hereOr soon are silenced in the human heart. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 06.01 - The Word of Fate,
7:In string theory, all particles are vibrations on a tiny rubber band; physics is the harmonies on the string; chemistry is the melodies we play on vibrating strings; the universe is a symphony of strings, and the 'Mind of God' is cosmic music resonating in 11-dimensional hyperspace. ~ Michio Kaku,
8:These thoughts were formed not in her listening brain,Her vacant heart was like a stringless harp;Impassive the body claimed not its own voice,But let the luminous greatness through it pass. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 07.07 - The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness,
9:Existence found its truth on Oneness’ breastAnd each became the self and space of all.The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,To feel was a flame-discovery of God,All mind was a single harp of many strings, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 03.03 - The House of the Spirit and the New Creation,
10:Dick Feynman was a genius of visualization (he was also no slouch with equations): he made a mental picture of anything he was working on. While others were writing blackboard-filling formulas to express the laws of elementary particles, he would just draw a picture and figure out the answer. ~ Leonard Susskind, The Cosmic Landscape: String Theory and the Illusion of Intelligent Design ,
11:Reading is merely a substitute for one's own thoughts. A man allows his thoughts to be put into leading-strings.Further, many books serve only to show how many wrong paths there are, and how widely a man may stray if he allows himself to be led by them. But he who is guided by his genius, that is to say, he who thinks for himself, who thinks voluntarily and rightly, possesses the compass wherewith to find the right course. A man, therefore, should only read when the source of his own thoughts stagnates; which is often the case with the best of minds. ~ Arthur Schopenhauer,
12:Sciences reach a point where they become mathematized..the central issues in the field become sufficiently understood that they can be thought about mathematically..[by the early 1990s] biology was no longer the science of things that smelled funny in refrigerators (my view from undergraduate days in the 1960s)..The field was undergoing a revolution and was rapidly acquiring the depth and power previously associated exclusively with the physical sciences. Biology was now the study of information stored in DNA - strings of four letters: A, T, G, and C..and the transformations that information undergoes in the cell. There was mathematics here! ~  Leonard Adleman,
13:fruits of the release ::: For even before complete purification, if the strings of the egoistic heart and mind are already sufficiently frayed and loosened, the Jiva can by a sudden snapping of the main cords escape, ascending like a bird freed into the spaces or widening like a liberated flood into the One and Infinite. There is first a sudden sense of a cosmic consciousness, a casting of oneself into the universal; from that universality one can aspire more easily to the Transcendent. There is a pushing back and rending or a rushing down of the walls that imprisoned our conscious being; there is a loss of all sense of individuality and personality, of all placement in ego, a person definite and definable, but only consciousness, only existence, only peace or bliss; one becomes immortatlity, becomes eternity, becomes infinity. All that is left of the personal soul is a hymn of peace and freedom and bliss vibrating somewhere in the Eternal. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga 2.09 - The Release from the Ego,
14:Supermind, on the other hand, as a basic structure-rung (conjoined with nondual Suchness) can only be experienced once all the previous junior levels have emerged and developed, and as in all structure development, stages cannot be skipped. Therefore, unlike Big Mind, supermind can only be experienced after all 1st-, 2nd-, and 3rd-tier junior stages have been passed through. While, as Genpo Roshi has abundantly demonstrated, Big Mind state experience is available to virtually anybody at almost any age (and will be interpreted according to the View of their current stage), supermind is an extremely rare recognition. Supermind, as the highest structure-rung to date, has access to all previous structures, all the way back to Archaic-and the Archaic itself, of course, has transcended and included, and now embraces, every major structural evolution going all the way back to the Big Bang. (A human being literally enfolds and embraces all the major transformative unfoldings of the entire Kosmic history-strings to quarks to subatomic particles to atoms to molecules to cells, all the way through the Tree of Life up to its latest evolutionary emergent, the triune brain, the most complex structure in the known natural world.) Supermind, in any given individual, is experienced as a type of omniscience-the supermind, since it transcends and includes all of the previous structure-rungs, and inherently is conjoined with the highest nondual Suchness state, has a full and complete knowledge of all of the potentials in that person. It literally knows all, at least for the individual. ~ Ken Wilber?,
15:The obsession clouds all reason, impairs the ability to act, makes anything secondary to it seem unimportant. It's a double-bind tug o'war. The desire to maintain the fantasy may be stronger than the desire to make it real. In classical occult terms I am describing a thought-form, a monster bred from the darker reccesses of mind, fed by psychic energy, clothed in imagination and nurtured by umbilical cords which twist through years of growth. we all have our personal Tunnels of Set; set in our ways through habit and patterns piling on top of each other. The thought-form rides us like a monkey; it's tail wrapped firmly about the spine of a self lost to us years ago; an earlier version threshing blindly in a moment of fear, pain, or desire. Thus we are formed; and in a moment of loss we feel the monster's hot breath against our backs, it's claws digging into muscle and flesh. we dance to the pull of strings that were woven years ago, and in a lightning flash of insight, or better yet, the gentle admonitions of a friend, we may see the lie; the program. it is first necessary to see that there is a program. To say perhaps, this creature is mine, but not wholly me. What follows then is that the prey becomes the hunter, pulling apart the obsession, naming its parts, searching for fragments of understanding in its entrails. Shrinking it, devouring it, peeling the layers of onion-skin. This is in itself a magick as powerful as any sorcery. Unbinding the knots that we have tied and tangled; sorting out the threads of experience and colour-coding the chains of chance. It may leave us freer, more able to act effectively and less likely to repeat old mistakes. The thing has a chinese puzzle-like nature. We can perceive only the present, and it requires intense sifting through memory to see the scaffolding beneath. ~ Phil Hine, Oven Ready Chaos ,
16:The modern distinction is that the poet appeals to the imagination and not to the intellect. But there are many kinds of imagination; the objective imagination which visualises strongly the outward aspects of life and things; the subjective imagination which visualises strongly the mental and emotional impressions they have the power to start in the mind; the imagination which deals in the play of mental fictions and to which we give the name of poetic fancy; the aesthetic imagination which delights in the beauty of words and images for their own sake and sees no farther. All these have their place in poetry, but they only give the poet his materials, they are only the first instruments in the creation of poetic style. The essential poetic imagination does not stop short with even the most subtle reproductions of things external or internal, with the richest or delicatest play of fancy or with the most beautiful colouring of word or image. It is creative, not of either the actual or the fictitious, but of the more and the most real; it sees the spiritual truth of things, - of this truth too there are many gradations, - which may take either the actual or the ideal for its starting-point. The aim of poetry, as of all true art, is neither a photographic or otherwise realistic imitation of Nature, nor a romantic furbishing and painting or idealistic improvement of her image, but an interpretation by the images she herself affords us, not on one but on many planes of her creation, of that which she conceals from us, but is ready, when rightly approached, to reveal. This is the true, because the highest and essential aim of poetry; but the human mind arrives at it only by a succession of steps, the first of which seems far enough from its object. It begins by stringing its most obvious and external ideas, feelings and sensations of things on a thread of verse in a sufficient language of no very high quality. But even when it gets to a greater adequacy and effectiveness, it is often no more than a vital, an emotional or an intellectual adequacy and effectiveness. There is a strong vital poetry which powerfully appeals to our sensations and our sense of life, like much of Byron or the less inspired mass of the Elizabethan drama; a strong emotional poetry which stirs our feelings and gives us the sense and active image of the passions; a strong intellectual poetry which satisfies our curiosity about life and its mechanism, or deals with its psychological and other "problems", or shapes for us our thoughts in an effective, striking and often quite resistlessly quotable fashion. All this has its pleasures for the mind and the surface soul in us, and it is certainly quite legitimate to enjoy them and to enjoy them strongly and vividly on our way upward; but if we rest content with these only, we shall never get very high up the hill of the Muses. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry ,
17:Depression, unless one has a strong will, suggests, "This is not worth while, one may have to wait a lifetime." As for enthusiasm, it expects to see the vital transformed overnight: "I am not going to have any difficulty henceforth, I am going to advance rapidly on the path of yoga, I am going to gain the divine consciousness without any difficulty." There are some other difficulties.... One needs a little time, much perseverance. So the vital, after a few hours - perhaps a few days, perhaps a few months - says to itself: "We haven't gone very far with our enthusiasm, has anything been really done? Doesn't this movement leave us just where we were, perhaps worse than we were, a little troubled, a little disturbed? Things are no longer what they were, they are not yet what they ought to be. It is very tiresome, what I am doing." And then, if one pushes a little more, here's this gentleman saying, "Ah, no! I have had enough of it, leave me alone. I don't want to move, I shall stay in my corner, I won't trouble you, but don't bother me!" And so one has not gone very much farther than before. This is one of the big obstacles which must be carefully avoided. As soon as there is the least sign of discontentment, of annoyance, the vital must be spoken to in this way, "My friend, you are going to keep calm, you are going to do what you are asked to do, otherwise you will have to deal with me." And to the other, the enthusiast who says, "Everything must be done now, immediately", your reply is, "Calm yourself a little, your energy is excellent, but it must not be spent in five minutes. We shall need it for a long time, keep it carefully and, as it is wanted, I shall call upon your goodwill. You will show that you are full of goodwill, you will obey, you won't grumble, you will not protest, you will not revolt, you will say 'yes, yes', you will make a little sacrifice when asked, you will say 'yes' wholeheartedly." So we get started on the path. But the road is very long. Many things happen on the way. Suddenly one thinks one has overcome an obstacle; I say "thinks", because though one has overcome it, it is not totally overcome. I am going to take a very obvious instance, of a very simple observation. Someone has found that his vital is uncontrollable and uncontrolled, that it gets furious for nothing and about nothing. He starts working to teach it not to get carried away, not to flare up, to remain calm and bear the shocks of life without reacting violently. If one does this cheerfully, it goes quite quickly. (Note this well, it is very important: when you have to deal with your vital take care to remain cheerful, otherwise you will get into trouble.) One remains cheerful, that is, when one sees the fury rise, one begins to laugh. Instead of being depressed and saying, "Ah! In spite of all my effort it is beginning all over again", one begins to laugh and says, "Well, well! One hasn't yet seen the end of it. Look now, aren't you ridiculous, you know quite well that you are being ridiculous! Is it worthwhile getting angry?" One gives it this lesson cheerfully. And really, after a while it doesn't get angry again, it is quiet - and one relaxes one's attention. One thinks the difficulty has been overcome, one thinks a result has at last been reached: "My vital does not trouble me any longer, it does not get angry now, everything is going fine." And the next day, one loses one's temper. It is then one must be careful, it is then one must not say, "Here we are, it's no use, I shall never achieve anything, all my efforts are futile; all this is an illusion, it is impossible." On the contrary, one must say, "I wasn't vigilant enough." One must wait long, very long, before one can say, "Ah! It is done and finished." Sometimes one must wait for years, many years.... I am not saying this to discourage you, but to give you patience and perseverance - for there is a moment when you do arrive. And note that the vital is a small part of your being - a very important part, we have said that it is the dynamism, the realising energy, it is very important; but it is only a small part. And the mind!... which goes wandering, which must be pulled back by all the strings to be kept quiet! You think this can be done overnight? And your body?... You have a weakness, a difficulty, sometimes a small chronic illness, nothing much, but still it is a nuisance, isn't it? You want to get rid of it. You make efforts, you concentrate; you work upon it, establish harmony, and you think it is finished, and then.... Take, for instance, people who have the habit of coughing; they can't control themselves or almost can't. It is not serious but it is bothersome, and there seems to be no reason why it should ever stop. Well, one tells oneself, "I am going to control this." One makes an effort - a yogic effort, not a material one - one brings down consciousness, force, and stops the cough. And one thinks, "The body has forgotten how to cough." And it is a great thing when the body has forgotten, truly one can say, "I am cured." But unfortunately it is not always true, for this goes down into the subconscient and, one day, when the balance of forces is not so well established, when the strength is not the same, it begins again. And one laments, "I believed that it was over! I had succeeded and told myself, 'It is true that spiritual power has an action upon the body, it is true that something can be done', and there! it is not true. And yet it was a small thing, and I who want to conquer immortality! How will I succeed?... For years I have been free from this small thing and here it is beginning anew!" It is then that you must be careful. You must arm yourself with an endless patience and endurance. You do a thing once, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times if necessary, but you do it till it gets done. And not done only here and there, but everywhere and everywhere at the same time. This is the great problem one sets oneself. That is why, to those who come to tell me very light-heartedly, "I want to do yoga", I reply, "Think it over, one may do the yoga for a number of years without noticing the least result. But if you want to do it, you must persist and persist with such a will that you should be ready to do it for ten lifetimes, a hundred lifetimes if necessary, in order to succeed." I do not say it will be like that, but the attitude must be like that. Nothing must discourage you; for there are all the difficulties of ignorance of the different states of being, to which are added the endless malice and the unbounded cunning of the hostile forces in the world.... They are there, do you know why? They have been.... ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1950-1951 ,
18:Can a Yogi attain to a state of consciousness in which he can know all things, answer all questions, relating even to abstruse scientific problems, such as, for example, the theory of relativity?Theoretically and in principle it is not impossible for a Yogi to know everything; all depends upon the Yogi. But there is knowledge and knowledge. The Yogi does not know in the way of the mind. He does not know everything in the sense that he has access to all possible information or because he contains all the facts of the universe in his mind or because his consciousness is a sort of miraculous encyclopaedia. He knows by his capacity for a containing or dynamic identity with things and persons and forces. Or he knows because he lives in a plane of consciousness or is in contact with a consciousness in which there is the truth and the knowledge. If you are in the true consciousness, the knowledge you have will also be of the truth. Then, too, you can know directly, by being one with what you know. If a problem is put before you, if you are asked what is to be done in a particular matter, you can then, by looking with enough attention and concentration, receive spontaneously the required knowledge and the true answer. It is not by any careful application of theory that you reach the knowledge or by working it out through a mental process. The scientific mind needs these methods to come to its conclusions. But the Yogi's knowledge is direct and immediate; it is not deductive. If an engineer has to find out the exact position for the building of an arch, the line of its curve and the size of its opening, he does it by calculation, collating and deducing from his information and data. But a Yogi needs none of these things; he looks, has the vision of the thing, sees that it is to be done in this way and not in another, and this seeing is his knowledge. Although it may be true in a general way and in a certain sense that a Yogi can know all things and can answer all questions from his own field of vision and consciousness, yet it does not follow that there are no questions whatever of any kind to which he would not or could not answer. A Yogi who has the direct knowledge, the knowledge of the true truth of things, would not care or perhaps would find it difficult to answer questions that belong entirely to the domain of human mental constructions. It may be, he could not or would not wish to solve problems and difficulties you might put to him which touch only the illusion of things and their appearances. The working of his knowledge is not in the mind. If you put him some silly mental query of that character, he probably would not answer. The very common conception that you can put any ignorant question to him as to some super-schoolmaster or demand from him any kind of information past, present or future and that he is bound to answer, is a foolish idea. It is as inept as the expectation from the spiritual man of feats and miracles that would satisfy the vulgar external mind and leave it gaping with wonder. Moreover, the term "Yogi" is very vague and wide. There are many types of Yogis, many lines or ranges of spiritual or occult endeavour and different heights of achievement, there are some whose powers do not extend beyond the mental level; there are others who have gone beyond it. Everything depends on the field or nature of their effort, the height to which they have arrived, the consciousness with which they have contact or into which they enter. Do not scientists go sometimes beyond the mental plane? It is said that Einstein found his theory of relativity not through any process of reasoning, but through some kind of sudden inspiration. Has that inspiration anything to do with the Supermind?The scientist who gets an inspiration revealing to him a new truth, receives it from the intuitive mind. The knowledge comes as a direct perception in the higher mental plane illumined by some other light still farther above. But all that has nothing to do with the action of Supermind and this higher mental level is far removed from the supramental plane. Men are too easily inclined to believe that they have climbed into regions quite divine when they have only gone above the average level. There are many stages between the ordinary human mind and the Supermind, many grades and many intervening planes. If an ordinary man were to get into direct contact even with one of these intermediate planes, he would be dazzled and blinded, would be crushed under the weight of the sense of immensity or would lose his balance; and yet it is not the Supermind. Behind the common idea that a Yogi can know all things and answer all questions is the actual fact that there is a plane in the mind where the memory of everything is stored and remains always in existence. All mental movements that belong to the life of the earth are memorised and registered in this plane. Those who are capable of going there and care to take the trouble, can read in it and learn anything they choose. But this region must not be mistaken for the supramental levels. And yet to reach even there you must be able to silence the movements of the material or physical mind; you must be able to leave aside all your sensations and put a stop to your ordinary mental movements, whatever they are; you must get out of the vital; you must become free from the slavery of the body. Then only you can enter into that region and see. But if you are sufficiently interested to make this effort, you can arrive there and read what is written in the earth's memory. Thus, if you go deep into silence, you can reach a level of consciousness on which it is not impossible for you to receive answers to all your questions. And if there is one who is consciously open to the plenary truth of the supermind, in constant contact with it, he can certainly answer any question that is worth an answer from the supramental Light. The queries put must come from some sense of the truth and reality behind things. There are many questions and much debated problems that are cobwebs woven of mere mental abstractions or move on the illusory surface of things. These do not pertain to real knowledge; they are a deformation of knowledge, their very substance is of the ignorance. Certainly the supramental knowledge may give an answer, its own answer, to the problems set by the mind's ignorance; but it is likely that it would not be at all satisfactory or perhaps even intelligible to those who ask from the mental level. You must not expect the supramental to work in the way of the mind or demand that the knowledge in truth should be capable of being pieced together with the half-knowledge in ignorance. The scheme of the mind is one thing, but Supermind is quite another and it would no longer be supramental if it adapted itself to the exigencies of the mental scheme. The two are incommensurable and cannot be put together. When the consciousness has attained to supramental joys, does it no longer take interest in the things of the mind?The supramental does not take interest in mental things in the same way as the mind. It takes its own interest in all the movements of the universe, but it is from a different point of view and with a different vision. The world presents to it an entirely different appearance; there is a reversal of outlook and everything is seen from there as other than what it seems to the mind and often even the opposite. Things have another meaning; their aspect, their motion and process, everything about them, are watched with other eyes. Everything here is followed by the supermind; the mind movements and not less the vital, the material movements, all the play of the universe have for it a very deep interest, but of another kind. It is about the same difference as that between the interest taken in a puppet-play by one who holds the strings and knows what the puppets are to do and the will that moves them and that they can do only what it moves them to do, and the interest taken by another who observes the play but sees only what is happening from moment to moment and knows nothing else. The one who follows the play and is outside its secret has a stronger, an eager and passionate interest in what will happen and he gives an excited attention to its unforeseen or dramatic events; the other, who holds the strings and moves the show, is unmoved and tranquil. There is a certain intensity of interest which comes from ignorance and is bound up with illusion, and that must disappear when you are out of the ignorance. The interest that human beings take in things founds itself on the illusion; if that were removed, they would have no interest at all in the play; they would find it dry and dull. That is why all this ignorance, all this illusion has lasted so long; it is because men like it, because they cling to it and its peculiar kind of appeal that it endures. ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1929-1931 93?
19:One little picture in this book, the Magic Locket, was drawn by 'Miss Alice Havers.' I did not state this on the title-page, since it seemed only due, to the artist of all these (to my mind) wonderful pictures, that his name should stand there alone.The descriptions, of Sunday as spent by children of the last generation, are quoted verbatim from a speech made to me by a child-friend and a letter written to me by a lady-friend.The Chapters, headed 'Fairy Sylvie' and 'Bruno's Revenge,' are a reprint, with a few alterations, of a little fairy-tale which I wrote in the year 1867, at the request of the late Mrs. Gatty, for 'Aunt Judy's Magazine,' which she was then editing.It was in 1874, I believe, that the idea first occurred to me of making it the nucleus of a longer story.As the years went on, I jotted down, at odd moments, all sorts of odd ideas, and fragments of dialogue, that occurred to me--who knows how?--with a transitory suddenness that left me no choice but either to record them then and there, or to abandon them to oblivion. Sometimes one could trace to their source these random flashes of thought--as being suggested by the book one was reading, or struck out from the 'flint' of one's own mind by the 'steel' of a friend's chance remark but they had also a way of their own, of occurring, a propos of nothing --specimens of that hopelessly illogical phenomenon, 'an effect without a cause.' Such, for example, was the last line of 'The Hunting of the Snark,' which came into my head (as I have already related in 'The Theatre' for April, 1887) quite suddenly, during a solitary walk: and such, again, have been passages which occurred in dreams, and which I cannot trace to any antecedent cause whatever. There are at least two instances of such dream-suggestions in this book--one, my Lady's remark, 'it often runs in families, just as a love for pastry does', the other, Eric Lindon's badinage about having been in domestic service.And thus it came to pass that I found myself at last in possession of a huge unwieldy mass of litterature--if the reader will kindly excuse the spelling --which only needed stringing together, upon the thread of a consecutive story, to constitute the book I hoped to write. Only! The task, at first, seemed absolutely hopeless, and gave me a far clearer idea, than I ever had before, of the meaning of the word 'chaos': and I think it must have been ten years, or more, before I had succeeded in classifying these odds-and-ends sufficiently to see what sort of a story they indicated: for the story had to grow out of the incidents, not the incidents out of the story I am telling all this, in no spirit of egoism, but because I really believe that some of my readers will be interested in these details of the 'genesis' of a book, which looks so simple and straight-forward a matter, when completed, that they might suppose it to have been written straight off, page by page, as one would write a letter, beginning at the beginning; and ending at the end.It is, no doubt, possible to write a story in that way: and, if it be not vanity to say so, I believe that I could, myself,--if I were in the unfortunate position (for I do hold it to be a real misfortune) of being obliged to produce a given amount of fiction in a given time,--that I could 'fulfil my task,' and produce my 'tale of bricks,' as other slaves have done. One thing, at any rate, I could guarantee as to the story so produced--that it should be utterly commonplace, should contain no new ideas whatever, and should be very very weary reading!This species of literature has received the very appropriate name of 'padding' which might fitly be defined as 'that which all can write and none can read.' That the present volume contains no such writing I dare not avow: sometimes, in order to bring a picture into its proper place, it has been necessary to eke out a page with two or three extra lines : but I can honestly say I have put in no more than I was absolutely compelled to do.My readers may perhaps like to amuse themselves by trying to detect, in a given passage, the one piece of 'padding' it contains. While arranging the 'slips' into pages, I found that the passage was 3 lines too short. I supplied the deficiency, not by interpolating a word here and a word there, but by writing in 3 consecutive lines. Now can my readers guess which they are?A harder puzzle if a harder be desired would be to determine, as to the Gardener's Song, in which cases (if any) the stanza was adapted to the surrounding text, and in which (if any) the text was adapted to the stanza.Perhaps the hardest thing in all literature--at least I have found it so: by no voluntary effort can I accomplish it: I have to take it as it come's is to write anything original. And perhaps the easiest is, when once an original line has been struck out, to follow it up, and to write any amount more to the same tune. I do not know if 'Alice in Wonderland' was an original story--I was, at least, no conscious imitator in writing it--but I do know that, since it came out, something like a dozen storybooks have appeared, on identically the same pattern. The path I timidly explored believing myself to be 'the first that ever burst into that silent sea'--is now a beaten high-road: all the way-side flowers have long ago been trampled into the dust: and it would be courting disaster for me to attempt that style again.Hence it is that, in 'Sylvie and Bruno,' I have striven with I know not what success to strike out yet another new path: be it bad or good, it is the best I can do. It is written, not for money, and not for fame, but in the hope of supplying, for the children whom I love, some thoughts that may suit those hours of innocent merriment which are the very life of Childhood; and also in the hope of suggesting, to them and to others, some thoughts that may prove, I would fain hope, not wholly out of harmony with the graver cadences of Life.If I have not already exhausted the patience of my readers, I would like to seize this opportunity perhaps the last I shall have of addressing so many friends at once of putting on record some ideas that have occurred to me, as to books desirable to be written--which I should much like to attempt, but may not ever have the time or power to carry through--in the hope that, if I should fail (and the years are gliding away very fast) to finish the task I have set myself, other hands may take it up.First, a Child's Bible. The only real essentials of this would be, carefully selected passages, suitable for a child's reading, and pictures. One principle of selection, which I would adopt, would be that Religion should be put before a child as a revelation of love--no need to pain and puzzle the young mind with the history of crime and punishment. (On such a principle I should, for example, omit the history of the Flood.) The supplying of the pictures would involve no great difficulty: no new ones would be needed : hundreds of excellent pictures already exist, the copyright of which has long ago expired, and which simply need photo-zincography, or some similar process, for their successful reproduction. The book should be handy in size with a pretty attractive looking cover--in a clear legible type--and, above all, with abundance of pictures, pictures, pictures!Secondly, a book of pieces selected from the Bible--not single texts, but passages of from 10 to 20 verses each--to be committed to memory. Such passages would be found useful, to repeat to one's self and to ponder over, on many occasions when reading is difficult, if not impossible: for instance, when lying awake at night--on a railway-journey --when taking a solitary walk-in old age, when eyesight is failing or wholly lost--and, best of all, when illness, while incapacitating us for reading or any other occupation, condemns us to lie awake through many weary silent hours: at such a time how keenly one may realise the truth of David's rapturous cry "O how sweet are thy words unto my throat: yea, sweeter than honey unto my mouth!"I have said 'passages,' rather than single texts, because we have no means of recalling single texts: memory needs links, and here are none: one may have a hundred texts stored in the memory, and not be able to recall, at will, more than half-a-dozen--and those by mere chance: whereas, once get hold of any portion of a chapter that has been committed to memory, and the whole can be recovered: all hangs together.Thirdly, a collection of passages, both prose and verse, from books other than the Bible. There is not perhaps much, in what is called 'un-inspired' literature (a misnomer, I hold: if Shakespeare was not inspired, one may well doubt if any man ever was), that will bear the process of being pondered over, a hundred times: still there are such passages--enough, I think, to make a goodly store for the memory.These two books of sacred, and secular, passages for memory--will serve other good purposes besides merely occupying vacant hours: they will help to keep at bay many anxious thoughts, worrying thoughts, uncharitable thoughts, unholy thoughts. Let me say this, in better words than my own, by copying a passage from that most interesting book, Robertson's Lectures on the Epistles to the Corinthians, Lecture XLIX. "If a man finds himself haunted by evil desires and unholy images, which will generally be at periodical hours, let him commit to memory passages of Scripture, or passages from the best writers in verse or prose. Let him store his mind with these, as safeguards to repeat when he lies awake in some restless night, or when despairing imaginations, or gloomy, suicidal thoughts, beset him. Let these be to him the sword, turning everywhere to keep the way of the Garden of Life from the intrusion of profaner footsteps."Fourthly, a "Shakespeare" for girls: that is, an edition in which everything, not suitable for the perusal of girls of (say) from 10 to 17, should be omitted. Few children under 10 would be likely to understand or enjoy the greatest of poets: and those, who have passed out of girlhood, may safely be left to read Shakespeare, in any edition, 'expurgated' or not, that they may prefer: but it seems a pity that so many children, in the intermediate stage, should be debarred from a great pleasure for want of an edition suitable to them. Neither Bowdler's, Chambers's, Brandram's, nor Cundell's 'Boudoir' Shakespeare, seems to me to meet the want: they are not sufficiently 'expurgated.' Bowdler's is the most extraordinary of all: looking through it, I am filled with a deep sense of wonder, considering what he has left in, that he should have cut anything out! Besides relentlessly erasing all that is unsuitable on the score of reverence or decency, I should be inclined to omit also all that seems too difficult, or not likely to interest young readers. The resulting book might be slightly fragmentary: but it would be a real treasure to all British maidens who have any taste for poetry.If it be needful to apologize to any one for the new departure I have taken in this story--by introducing, along with what will, I hope, prove to be acceptable nonsense for children, some of the graver thoughts of human life--it must be to one who has learned the Art of keeping such thoughts wholly at a distance in hours of mirth and careless ease. To him such a mixture will seem, no doubt, ill-judged and repulsive. And that such an Art exists I do not dispute: with youth, good health, and sufficient money, it seems quite possible to lead, for years together, a life of unmixed gaiety--with the exception of one solemn fact, with which we are liable to be confronted at any moment, even in the midst of the most brilliant company or the most sparkling entertainment. A man may fix his own times for admitting serious thought, for attending public worship, for prayer, for reading the Bible: all such matters he can defer to that 'convenient season', which is so apt never to occur at all: but he cannot defer, for one single moment, the necessity of attending to a message, which may come before he has finished reading this page,' this night shalt thy soul be required of thee.'The ever-present sense of this grim possibility has been, in all ages, 1 an incubus that men have striven to shake off. Few more interesting subjects of enquiry could be found, by a student of history, than the various weapons that have been used against this shadowy foe. Saddest of all must have been the thoughts of those who saw indeed an existence beyond the grave, but an existence far more terrible than annihilation--an existence as filmy, impalpable, all but invisible spectres, drifting about, through endless ages, in a world of shadows, with nothing to do, nothing to hope for, nothing to love! In the midst of the gay verses of that genial 'bon vivant' Horace, there stands one dreary word whose utter sadness goes to one's heart. It is the word 'exilium' in the well-known passageOmnes eodem cogimur, omniumVersatur urna serius ociusSors exitura et nos in aeternumExilium impositura cymbae.Yes, to him this present life--spite of all its weariness and all its sorrow--was the only life worth having: all else was 'exile'! Does it not seem almost incredible that one, holding such a creed, should ever have smiled?And many in this day, I fear, even though believing in an existence beyond the grave far more real than Horace ever dreamed of, yet regard it as a sort of 'exile' from all the joys of life, and so adopt Horace's theory, and say 'let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die.'We go to entertainments, such as the theatre--I say 'we', for I also go to the play, whenever I get a chance of seeing a really good one and keep at arm's length, if possible, the thought that we may not return alive. Yet how do you know--dear friend, whose patience has carried you through this garrulous preface that it may not be your lot, when mirth is fastest and most furious, to feel the sharp pang, or the deadly faintness, which heralds the final crisis--to see, with vague wonder, anxious friends bending over you to hear their troubled whispers perhaps yourself to shape the question, with trembling lips, "Is it serious?", and to be told "Yes: the end is near" (and oh, how different all Life will look when those words are said!)--how do you know, I say, that all this may not happen to you, this night?And dare you, knowing this, say to yourself "Well, perhaps it is an immoral play: perhaps the situations are a little too 'risky', the dialogue a little too strong, the 'business' a little too suggestive.I don't say that conscience is quite easy: but the piece is so clever, I must see it this once! I'll begin a stricter life to-morrow." To-morrow, and to-morrow, and tomorrow!"Who sins in hope, who, sinning, says,'Sorrow for sin God's judgement stays!'Against God's Spirit he lies; quite stops Mercy with insult; dares, and drops,Like a scorch'd fly, that spins in vainUpon the axis of its pain,Then takes its doom, to limp and crawl,Blind and forgot, from fall to fall."Let me pause for a moment to say that I believe this thought, of the possibility of death--if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong. If the thought of sudden death acquires, for you, a special horror when imagined as happening in a theatre, then be very sure the theatre is harmful for you, however harmless it may be for others; and that you are incurring a deadly peril in going. Be sure the safest rule is that we should not dare to live in any scene in which we dare not die.But, once realise what the true object is in life--that it is not pleasure, not knowledge, not even fame itself, 'that last infirmity of noble minds'--but that it is the development of character, the rising to a higher, nobler, purer standard, the building-up of the perfect Man--and then, so long as we feel that this is going on, and will (we trust) go on for evermore, death has for us no terror; it is not a shadow, but a light; not an end, but a beginning!One other matter may perhaps seem to call for apology--that I should have treated with such entire want of sympathy the British passion for 'Sport', which no doubt has been in by-gone days, and is still, in some forms of it, an excellent school for hardihood and for coolness in moments of danger.But I am not entirely without sympathy for genuine 'Sport': I can heartily admire the courage of the man who, with severe bodily toil, and at the risk of his life, hunts down some 'man-eating' tiger: and I can heartily sympathize with him when he exults in the glorious excitement of the chase and the hand-to-hand struggle with the monster brought to bay. But I can but look with deep wonder and sorrow on the hunter who, at his ease and in safety, can find pleasure in what involves, for some defenceless creature, wild terror and a death of agony: deeper, if the hunter be one who has pledged himself to preach to men the Religion of universal Love: deepest of all, if it be one of those 'tender and delicate' beings, whose very name serves as a symbol of Love--'thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women'--whose mission here is surely to help and comfort all that are in pain or sorrow!'Farewell, farewell! but this I tellTo thee, thou Wedding-Guest!He prayeth well, who loveth wellBoth man and bird and beast.He prayeth best, who loveth bestAll things both great and small;For the dear God who loveth us,He made and loveth all.' ~ Lewis Carroll, Sylvie and Bruno ,

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1:Adagio for Strings ~ Andrew Peterson,
2:Barber!” “Adagio for Strings, ~ Anonymous,
3:Cut the strings, Shazi. Fly. ~ Ren e Ahdieh,
4:Two touch the string, ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
5:Hold, or cut bowstrings. ~ William Shakespeare,
6:I'm the Ted Bundy of string theory. ~ Sam Harris,
7:string. There was a roast lamb to ~ Jack Higgins,
8:I've Got the World on a String. ~ Louis Armstrong,
9:No strings attached, your love is so WiFi. ~ Drake,
10:Physics has the cutest words. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
11:Maybe all the strings inside him broke, ~ John Green,
12:Maybe all the strings inside him broke. ~ John Green,
13:I boil the strings so they stretch. ~ Eddie Van Halen,
14:Life consists of a string of decisions. ~ Mike Murdock,
15:The bottom string is tuned to an open G. ~ Jules Shear,
16:The purse strings tie us to our kind. ~ Walter Bagehot,
17:want to hamstring him. Didn’t want him ~ Jenna Bennett,
18:Different hearts beat on different strings ~ Neil Peart,
19:Every paper girl needs at least one string. ~ John Green,
20:Strike the concertina's melancholy string! ~ W S Gilbert,
21:Death cut the strings that gave me life, ~ Countee Cullen,
22:If a string has one end, it has another. ~ Gautama Buddha,
23:Shouldn't the low strings be at the bottom? ~ Jules Shear,
24:I can fish from a stick and a string. ~ Giancarlo Esposito,
25:I want to be tangled up in all her strings. ~ Shayla Black,
26:Coincidence is fate pulling strings.”   —Unknown ~ Joe Hart,
27:Love is a precious gift – one without strings ~ Amber Kizer,
28:reached out and yanked on it. The string ~ Michael Connelly,
29:The moon twangs its silver strings; ~ George Elliott Clarke,
30:There is geometry in the humming of the string. ~ Pythagoras,
31:You can play a shoestring if you're sincere. ~ John Coltrane,
32:We are all strings in the concert of God's joy. ~ Jakob Bohme,
33:A puppet is free as long as he loves his strings. ~ Sam Harris,
34:Comedy is a very, very, very stringent business. ~ Chuck Jones,
36:... a prudent archer has always a second bowstring ~ Henry James,
37:Her voice sounded like a string that was fraying. ~ Jodi Picoult,
38:I was a marionette. He loved pulling the strings. ~ Ruta Sepetys,
39:The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes ~ Wallace Stevens,
40:Video games lend themselves completely to 3-D. ~ Howard Stringer,
41:.. a string of coincidence is not a coincitence. ~ Eleanor Catton,
42:There is no tomorrow, only a string of todays. Still, ~ Mark Nepo,
43:woe to him who stops to tie his shoestring? ~ Orison Swett Marden,
44:Here's the thing: the strings are already attached. ~ Trish Doller,
45:If he were a piano, all his strings would have snapped ~ C G Drews,
46:String theory is rather like plumbing, in a way. ~ Stephen Hawking,
47:Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one. ~ Rumi,
48:Perhaps, they reasoned, the poor, stringent lives ~ Khaled Hosseini,
49:Rescue the drowning and tie your shoestrings. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
50:String manipulation. This is incredibly easy in Python. ~ Anonymous,
51:They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings. ~ John Ford,
52:Where money is an idol, to be poor is a sin. ~ William Stringfellow,
53:a raw string cannot end in an odd number of backslashes. ~ Mark Lutz,
54:A string of very un-angelic curse words come to mind. ~ Cynthia Hand,
55:Better have two strings to one’s bow than none at all! ~ Jules Verne,
56:My art side is free and there are no strings attached. ~ Swizz Beatz,
57:He fell like a marionette with the strings cut. “Now! ~ Michael Grant,
58:I find shoestrings very hard work. I like big budgets. ~ Julie Harris,
59:I love having no sense of tomorrow or yesterday. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
60:I write to the beat and let life play the guitar strings ~ Macklemore,
61:The first place to look for Christ is in Hell. ~ William Stringfellow,
62:A G-string is a permanent self-inflicted wedgie. ~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana,
63:An anxious heart is like a string that's out of tune. ~ Naguib Mahfouz,
64:Hopefully Andy Carroll has only tweeted his hamstring. ~ Sam Allardyce,
65:I have sounded the very base-string of humility. ~ William Shakespeare,
66:People are going to like 3-D in their family photos. ~ Howard Stringer,
67:We are not as frail as the strings would make us believe. ~ John Green,
68:and it hung upon his frame like stringy bread dough. ~ Elizabeth George,
69:Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one. ~ Rumi,
70:Generosity with strings is not generosity: it is a deal. ~ Marya Mannes,
71:I'm from the theater. I never wanted to be a star. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
72:My only expenses are probably guitar strings and records. ~ Chris Isaak,
73:People who wear G-strings suffer from indecision. ~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana,
74:The strings that bind you tight to the map of your life, ~ Stephen King,
75:We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time ~ John Green,
76:Beware of men who can string words together like pearls. ~ Alison Gaylin,
77:His attention seemed tied to her face by a taut string. ~ John Steinbeck,
78:I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string. ~ Karen Marie Moning,
79:I excel at pulling strings!” said Arachne. “I’m a spider! ~ Rick Riordan,
80:The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at. ~ Horace,
81:he dragged her like a string of cans behind the wedding car ~ Eoin Colfer,
82:if a violin string could ache, i would be that string. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,
83:Life has taught this boy to string nets beneath his hopes. ~ Ian Caldwell,
84:My life is a blank check before God... No strings attached. ~ David Platt,
85:The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole. ~ A R Ammons,
86:We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time. ~ John Green,
87:Words form the thread on which we string our experiences. ~ Aldous Huxley,
88:Adagio for Strings,’ by Samuel Barber. It’s pure genius. ~ Andrew Peterson,
89:A tree is to the entire universe as a string is to an atom. ~ Brian Greene,
90:Chemistry is the melodies you can play on vibrating strings. ~ Michio Kaku,
91:His fingers made the string figure called a ‘cat’s cradle. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,
92:No man got an erection from looking at “brown string sandals. ~ Mary Roach,
93:Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. ~ Charles Lamb,
94:behind him a string of broken women has hardly been alive. ~ Hanif Kureishi,
95:If your treated like a puppet find a new ball of string ~ Benny Bellamacina,
96:Better to have two strings to one's bow than no string at all! ~ Jules Verne,
97:Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, ~ William Shakespeare,
98:G-strings are uncomfortable. Girls want real knickers now. ~ Elle Macpherson,
99:It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance ~ Charles Baudelaire,
100:Nylon string is still a new love and I'm not tired of it yet. ~ Mark Kozelek,
101:... safety that depends on an apron-string is very unsafe! ~ Margaret Deland,
102:A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility. ~ Robert Herrick,
103:The first 12-string guitar I bought was probably around 1957. ~ Roger McGuinn,
104:Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
105:Anxieties do not end in death.
Anxieties end in God. ~ William Stringfellow,
106:Guilt is the hyena that'll lunge from behind and hamstring you. ~ Shannon Hale,
107:Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
108:You can't mess up. If you do, everyone wants to kill you. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
109:C has all the expressive power of two dixie cups and a string. ~ Jamie Zawinski,
110:I'm incredibly happy to be doing my own thing in New York. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
111:with a thug of a string, i'd cut loose my pain, my longing... ~ Khaled Hosseini,
112:Better to dangle from strings than to be bound tight by them, ~ Orson Scott Card,
113:I hate those things,” grumbled Kel as she removed the bowstring. ~ Tamora Pierce,
114:The Detroit String Quartet played Brahms last night. Brahms lost. ~ Bennett Cerf,
115:Success is sometimes the outcome of a whole string of failures. ~ Vincent Van Gogh,
116:We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings. ~ Alan Moore,
117:and who controlled the purse strings, to release her stronghold on ~ Laurie LeClair,
118:Craziness attacks the softest eyes and hamstrings the gentlest flanks. ~ Pat Conroy,
119:He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together. ~ J K Rowling,
120:He’s only silent because he’s too thick to string two words together, ~ J K Rowling,
121:The strings to our past are burned because we need a new beginning. ~ Caroline Myss,
122:Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings. ~ William Wordsworth,
123:Strings for when I’m lying, Fiddler for when I’m telling the truth. ~ Steven Erikson,
124:As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music. ~ Khalil Gibran,
125:Beethoven's string quartets express pain itself; it is not MY pain. ~ Karen Armstrong,
126:If there must be strings attached, let them visible and water soluble. ~ Truth Devour,
127:I will play out the string.I will not betray your trust.I will find you. ~ John Green,
128:One's whole being vibrates like strings brushed by an invisible wind. ~ Peter Russell,
129:The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love. ~ Hafez,
130:distringit librorum multitudo

(the abundance of books is distraction) ~ Seneca,
131:I had lines inside me-a string of guiding lights. I had language. ~ Jeanette Winterson,
132:I have to determine whether the joy of craplets is worth preserving. ~ Howard Stringer,
133:Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents ~ Orhan Pamuk,
134:Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson,
135:String Fever was hanging by a thread anyway in the uncertain economy. ~ RaeAnne Thayne,
136:He felt like a helium balloon straining skyward on a slender string. ~ Jonathan Franzen,
137:He finds low-level jealousy to be enlivening, pleasantly astringent. ~ Maggie Shipstead,
138:I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you. ~ John Green,
139:My point is, behind any successful person stands a long string of failures. ~ Anonymous,
140:Never be ashamed to accept a gift when there are no strings attached. ~ Sylvain Reynard,
141:Reading to kids is to ordinary reading what jazz is to a string quartet. ~ Sean Wilentz,
142:There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated. ~ Charles Dickens,
143:We're going to be working in a stringent way and very good way on crime. ~ Donald Trump,
144:You can’t turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something. ~ Peter Watts,
145:Your boyfriend’s heartstrings make such a lovely melody when they snap. ~ Leah Clifford,
146:Im Sorry was one of the first songs to come out of Nashville using strings. ~ Brenda Lee,
147:In the pun, two strings of thought are tangled into one acoustic knot. ~ Arthur Koestler,
148:The short, fat fingers moved like dancing sausages across the strings; ~ Jonathan Stroud,
149:Weak men don't like string men, they remind them of what they failed to be. ~ Katy Evans,
150:We are all puppets in the hands of fate and seldom see the strings. ~ Charles W Chesnutt,
151:You're your kid's partner, not the person who's pulling all the strings. ~ Ross W Greene,
152:Free is not an alternative. My company did not turn a profit last year. ~ Howard Stringer,
153:The Fall is where the nation is. The Fall is the locus of America. ~ William Stringfellow,
154:There are strings … in the human heart that had better not be vibrated. ~ Charles Dickens,
155:We were the final product of a string of millions of killers. Technology ~ Matthew Mather,
156:I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance. ~ Patrick Rothfuss,
157:It takes a lot of energy to manipulate someone and keep them on a string. ~ Frederick Lenz,
158:Shane Watson seems to have recovered very well from his hamstring injury. ~ Andrew Symonds,
159:croton oil on the string beans and stirred it in. She went to her room and ~ John Steinbeck,
160:I am the leading strings of the ego and the prompter of its concepts. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
161:O falar não se restringe ao ato de emitir palavras, mas de poder existir. ~ Djamila Ribeiro,
162:Often we don't notice the stringent rules to which our culture subjects us. ~ Sara Sheridan,
163:After all, all he did was string together a lot of old, well-known quotations. ~ H L Mencken,
164:bees in Indian love poetry are said to form the bowstring of the god of lust ~ Wendy Doniger,
165:Children...they string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years. ~ Edgar Guest,
166:...he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself. ~ Madeline Miller,
167:single moment in a string of infinite moments…and that they too shall pass. ~ Yasmin Mogahed,
168:The soul is like a violin string: it makes music only when it is stretched. ~ Neal A Maxwell,
169:The string goes taught and the tray slides into the tunnel and disappears. ~ Neal Stephenson,
170:What it’s like being the balloon, when someone lets go of the string. Kennedy ~ Jodi Picoult,
171:Who seeketh two strings to one bow, they may shoot strong, but never straight. ~ Elizabeth I,
172:Whose fingers string the stalactite-
Who counts the Wampum of the night ~ Emily Dickinson,
173:Yael was a cobweb version, composed of gaps and strings and fragile nothings. ~ Ryan Graudin,
174:Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and both cracked. ~ Henry Fielding,
175:Besides, he didn't have enough intact heartstrings to hand them to people to pull. ~ Ali Shaw,
176:But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself. ~ Madeline Miller,
177:Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. ~ Joseph Hall,
178:The ecclesiastics were, practically speaking, surrogates of the State. ~ William Stringfellow,
179:All you men are the same—you’re not fit to fasten your wives’ apron strings. ~ Sholom Aleichem,
180:I don't wish to be a slave any longer to the stringent exigencies of literature. ~ Philip Roth,
181:The characteristic place to find a Christian is among his very enemies. ~ William Stringfellow,
182:The Church must be free to be poor in order to minister among the poor. ~ William Stringfellow,
183:At the end, one didn't remember life as a whole but as just a string of moments. ~ David Levien,
184:Happiness is to have a little string onto which things will attach themselves. ~ Virginia Woolf,
185:I'm a terrible patient, and I find that doctors can be very condescending. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
186:I’m starting to think there isn’t a yet, only a never ending string of somedays. ~ Emily Hemmer,
187:It's amazing how everyone has an opinion on how you should live your life. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
188:Only the patients have to take off their clothes. I think I'm pretty safe. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
189:Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows! ~ William Shakespeare,
190:But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying? ~ John Green,
191:Sometimes college seemed merely an endless exhausting string of appointments. ~ Sylvia Brownrigg,
192:There was a toy gyroscope, wound with string, ready to whirr and balance itself. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,
193:A man who hasn’t left behind him a string of broken women has hardly been alive. ~ Hanif Kureishi,
194:I did pick up a guitar once, but the strings hurt my fingers so I put it down again. ~ Bill Nighy,
195:I love going to the set every day, because Noah Wylie will be there waiting. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
196:I've got more than one string to my bow, and I thought I'd give this one a twang. ~ John le Carre,
197:There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm... ~ James O Barr,
198:We are co-creators with God, not puppets on a string waiting for something to happen. ~ Leo Booth,
199:Yawn. String-on-a-stick.
Fine. I'll come out and chase it
to make you happy. ~ Lee Wardlaw,
200:You can’t tell how high a kite can fly without being willing to let all the string out. ~ Ken Liu,
201:I’m his puppet and he is my invisible master, holding my strings from miles away. ~ Saffron A Kent,
202:The evolutionist thesis has become more stringently unthinkable than ever before. ~ Wolfgang Smith,
203:the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together ~ John Green,
204:The weight of his words threatened to undo the tiny string that tied my heart together. ~ R S Grey,
205:Wait not while your foe fits arrow to bowstring when you can send your own arrow into him. ~ Babur,
206:if you ask me, the best way to go about flying is to cut the strings tying you down  ~ Ren e Ahdieh,
207:I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps. ~ Amedeo Modigliani,
208:Like a kite Cut from the string, Lightly the soul of my youth Has taken flight. ~ Takuboku Ishikawa,
209:My wife holds the kite strings that let me go 'weeeeeee', then she reels me back in. ~ Jeff Bridges,
210:Sometimes when I play that old six-string, I think about you, wonder what went wrong. ~ Bryan Adams,
211:Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows! ~ William Shakespeare,
212:There were tightly wound strings shivering in the air as the overture began in full. ~ E K Johnston,
213:Democracy will break under the strain of apron strings. It can exist only on trust. ~ Mahatma Gandhi,
214:going through a wormhole or (as we shall see) by going around a cosmic string. ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson,
215:It had rained his first day out of the gulag, the lines slanting like marionette strings. ~ R O Kwon,
216:It's just a base hit, people. It means nothing unless we put a string of them together. ~ Barry Lyga,
217:My first phone was two tin cans tied together with string, and it worked pretty good. ~ Dolly Parton,
218:String theory is 21 st century physics that fell accidentally into the 20th century. ~ Edward Witten,
219:There's good chances and bad chances, and nobody's luck is pulled only by one string. ~ George Eliot,
220:What I'm going for with the string arrangements for my Antarctic symphony is a pun here. ~ DJ Spooky,
221:When Jack Benny plays the violin, it sounds as though the strings are still in the cat. ~ Fred Allen,
222:3    Sing to him  l a new song;         play skillfully on the strings, with loud shouts. ~ Anonymous,
223:She was breathing, but she was lifeless, a marionette whose strings had been cut. Neil ~ Nora Sakavic,
224:And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea. ~ Edna St Vincent Millay,
225:Even when the strings are broken in our lives, the sweet music plays on in our hearts. ~ Bryant McGill,
226:If we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. ~ John Green,
227:If you choose to live outside the law, you must obey the law more stringently than anyone. ~ Bob Dylan,
228:it was Krendler’s nature to both appreciate Starling’s leg and look for the hamstring. ~ Thomas Harris,
229:Knowing a person isn't like knowing a string of facts. It's more like...a feeling. ~ Madeleine Wickham,
230:The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe. ~ Jackson Pearce,
231:You be careful. I’d take you myself, but I’m busy as a cat in a mess of guitar strings. ~ Stephen King,
232:All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together. ~ Joe Hill,
233:Biocides, for example, are designed to kill bacteria—it's not a benign material. ~ William Stringfellow,
234:default. • Binary files represent content as a special bytes string type and allow programs ~ Anonymous,
235:Good stories are never about a string of successes but about spectacular defeats. - Arve Stop ~ Jo Nesb,
236:Her observation skills were astringent enough to qualify as an ingredient for aftershave. ~ Helen Brown,
237:I'd say many features of string theory don't mesh with what we observe in everyday life. ~ Brian Greene,
238:Karou loved Zuzana for her willingness to play out such silliness on a long kite string. ~ Laini Taylor,
239:Scandal has a thousand stringers; good news doesn't know the editor's phone number. ~ William Raspberry,
240:A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle
To a double-e waterfall over my back ~ Jerry Garcia,
241:Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings. ~ John Muir,
242:Real life is just a never-ending string of compromises that you make in order to survive ~ Janelle Brown,
243:Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons. ~ Truman Capote,
244:Great companies connect to the heartstrings of their employees to make their purposes known. ~ Don Yaeger,
245:On average, human brains have shrunk some 10 percent in size over the last 20,000 years, ~ Chris Stringer,
246:The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
247:Besides directory paths on Windows, raw strings are also commonly used for regular expressions ~ Mark Lutz,
248:But, if you ask me, the best way to go about flying is to cut the strings tying you down... ~ Ren e Ahdieh,
249:fail a stringent code of ethics and that none of us was capable of earning a place of honor. ~ Lisa Bevere,
250:If I swing by the string, I shall hear the bell ring, And then there's an end of poor Jenny ~ Daniel Defoe,
251:If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions ~ John Green,
252:Tinsley felt like a puppeteer playing with her marionettes, holding all the strings. ~ Cecily von Ziegesar,
253:Every club he's been to has had great injury crises. Every club. And it's always hamstrings. ~ Eamon Dunphy,
254:If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. ~ John Green,
255:There is geometry in the humming of the strings. There is music in the spacing of the spheres. ~ Pythagoras,
256:There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres. ~ Pythagoras,
257:There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings. ~ Lucy Larcom,
258:I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls. ~ Daphne du Maurier,
259:[Money] is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets. ~ W Somerset Maugham,
260:My happiness had been pulled from the reserve of hers, a limited string we had to share. ~ Lisa Brennan Jobs,
261:Reporters are like puppets. They simply respond to the pull of the most powerful strings. ~ Lyndon B Johnson,
262:that secret entrance deep between her thighs clenched like the mouth of a drawstring purse. ~ Susan Andersen,
263:There is a string attached to Maia Sharp's voice. And when she sings, you find that the other ~ Kathy Mattea,
264:A snake was never called by its name at night, because it would hear. It was called a string. ~ Chinua Achebe,
265:But, if you ask me, the best way to go about flying is to cut the strings tying you down . . . ~ Ren e Ahdieh,
266:Coincidence is merely the puppeteers’ curtain, hiding the hands that pull the world’s strings. ~ Kaleb Nation,
267:If the American people knew what we have done, they would string us up from the lamp posts. ~ George H W Bush,
268:I got my first real six string, bought it at the five and dime, played it 'til my fingers bled. ~ Bryan Adams,
269:Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever. ~ June Masters Bacher,
270:the skilful binder uses no strings or knots, while to unloose what he has bound will be impossible. ~ Lao Tzu,
271:two nutmegs hung upon a string around the neck until the string breaks will cure heart murmurs, ~ Neil Gaiman,
272:What mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations. ~ Nicholas Sparks,
273:Art - my slats! Guts! Guts! Life! Life! I can paint with a shoe-string dipped in pitch and lard. ~ George Luks,
274:A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mouth of the ocean. ~ Lauren Oliver,
275:Giving with strings of secret expectations attached is the greatest invitation to heartbreak. ~ Lysa TerKeurst,
276:Growing up is like that, I suppose. The strings fall away and you're left standing on your own. ~ Alan Bradley,
277:If he were a piano, all his strings would have snapped”
― C.G. Drews, A Thousand Perfect Notes ~ C G Drews,
278:It had been a seven-year string of bad luck, ever since their parents died in that house fire. ~ Gordon Korman,
279:I use heavy strings, tune low, play hard, and floor it. Floor it. That's technical talk. ~ Stevie Ray Vaughan,
280:My first book, 'The Age of Wire and String,' came out in 1995, and it was hardly reviewed at all. ~ Ben Marcus,
281:Physical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time ~ John Green,
282:String and spit and wire and a voice on the radio offering a loom on which to spin his dreams. ~ Anthony Doerr,
283:They took the red string which bound me to you

They sank it in the center of the ocean ~ Dorothea Lasky,
284:This little four-string songwriting tool started changing the way I brought songs to the group. ~ Eddie Vedder,
285:We are just strings of quarks living in a suburb of the local density maximum of the universe. ~ John D Barrow,
286:Because that's all life is, really, a string of moments that you knot together and carry with you. ~ Wendy Mass,
287:Color is the keyboard. The eye is the hammer. The soul is the piano, with its many strings. ~ Wassily Kandinsky,
288:How could a New Yorker possibly take something called the Hollywood String Quartet seriously? ~ Leonard Slatkin,
289:The most beautiful melody in the world will become a monstrosity if the strings are out of tune. ~ Paulo Coelho,
290:A “routine” is a string of habits, and a “ritual” is a habit charged with transcendent meaning. ~ Gretchen Rubin,
291:I feel like I envision a lot of hamstrings getting pulled and a lot of bumps and bruises out there. ~ Joe Flacco,
292:Strings of language extend in every direction to bind the world into a rushing, ribald whole. ~ Donald Barthelme,
293:There's only so much you can do with an attorney on a show that's about New York policemen. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
294:...and he crosses the line with the ball almost mesmerically tied to his foot with a piece of string. ~ Ian Darke,
295:At that moment it would have been easier for me to spontaneously grasp quantum string theory ~ Augusten Burroughs,
296:Hygge is about appreciating the simple pleasures in life and can be achived on a shoestring budget. ~ Meik Wiking,
297:I believe that thoughts and feelings reside on the same nerve-ending…they are called heartstrings ~ Jeremy Aldana,
298:It’s like we’re just puppets on a string, and God is mad at us for doing what he makes us do. ~ Rachel Held Evans,
299:Comfort brings strings that don’t like to untie themselves just because you know something is wrong. ~ Ella Fields,
300:Dressing a baby is like putting an octopus into a string bag, making sure none of the arms hang out. ~ Chris Evans,
301:Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us. ~ Novalis,
302:The real powers at play never take center stage. Don't follow the marionette, follow the strings. ~ William Ritter,
303:This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles. ~ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie,
304:hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning; it just isn’t enough to get you out by itself. ~ Robert Jordan,
305:I hope the string and clapper arrangement he calls a mind has been permanently put out of action. ~ Dorothy Dunnett,
306:I realized why movie scores are mostly strings, because it really frees your eyes to look around. ~ Laurie Anderson,
307:Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum. ~ Bob Dylan,
308:Pull the string and it will follow wherever you wish. Push it, and it will go nowhere at all. ~ Dwight D Eisenhower,
309:The heart is like a musical instrument of many strings, all the chords of which require putting in harmony. ~ Saadi,
310:The memories were there, but the string of time that linked them like a pearl necklace was broken. ~ Peter Robinson,
311:The very day I purchased it, I christened my guitar as my monophonic symphony, six string orchestra. ~ Harry Chapin,
312:DNA is an abbreviation for deoxyribonucleicantidisestablishmentarianism, a complex string of syllables. ~ Dave Barry,
313:I'll play out the string and leave baseball without a tear. A man can't play games his whole life. ~ Brooks Robinson,
314:I swear to god if he hurts you I will string him up by his toes and shove a hot fire poker in his ass. ~ Stacy Borel,
315:I think maybe I know why,' she finally said. 'Why?' 'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said. ~ John Green,
316:Pull the string, and it will follow wherever you wish. Push it, and it will go nowhere at all. ~ Dwight D Eisenhower,
317:Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever. ~ Anthony Doerr,
318:When feelings get so string they're woven into my bones, I can't talk about them without crying. ~ Connie May Fowler,
319:All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours. ~ Aldous Huxley,
320:Fun was fun and Sam was strung like a violin. I could play sweet music when I plucked at some of her strings. ~ Tijan,
321:I know he didn't mean to be popular--to have everyone string along behind him like the tail of a kite. ~ Jodi Picoult,
322:I made you collapsible. I put you in and raised you with string and made you stay
there with putty. ~ Cath Crowley,
323:It was true. He was everything I ever wanted. It was all the strings attached to him that frightened me. ~ Kiera Cass,
324:I used to be another little fellow with some hoop dreams / Now I got the game laced up, shoe strings. ~ Carlos Boozer,
325:I used to fly around the stage without strings or camera tricks. That took seven years to create. ~ David Copperfield,
326:Naked children ran about playing leapfrog or football, or towing little toys about on string. ~ Geraldine McCaughrean,
327:the austringer, the solitary trainer of goshawks and sparrowhawks, has had a pretty terrible press. ~ Helen Macdonald,
328:The fibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings of an instrument. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
329:There were always choices. I’d made a string of bad ones myself. At least I could admit that. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
330:Time moved differently for us that spring: A string of long afternoons was as good as a year. ~ Karen Thompson Walker,
331:Zen was an attempt to get back to the purest teachings of the Buddha -enlightenment without strings. ~ Frederick Lenz,
332:If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say. ~ Margaret Atwood,
333:I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls. ~ Ashly Lorenzana,
334:A great life is nothing more than a series of days well lived strung together like a string of pearls. ~ Robin S Sharma,
335:A string of successes can kill you if they make you think, 'Hey, I'm smart; I can't make any mistakes'. ~ Harvey Mackay,
336:But he was giving her back her heart, so that when he left her life, there would be no strings attached. ~ Jodi Picoult,
337:He sucked in a shocked breath. If he had on a string of pearls I felt certain he would have clutched them. ~ Penny Reid,
338:More often than not, a C.E.O is merely a puppet whose strings are pulled by a board of directors. ~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana,
339:My little girls can break my heart. They can make me cry just looking at them eating their string beans. ~ Barack Obama,
340:Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. ~ John Milton,
341:You’re in Europe. You’re young. Young people have been going to Europe on a shoestring for a hundred years. ~ Meg Cabot,
342:I don't mind dancing the robot if the chemicals are ok, but beyond that the robot will not pull my strings. ~ John Lydon,
343:I pulled a hamstring during the New York City Marathon. An hour into the race, I jumped off the couch. ~ David Letterman,
344:Lookin back on it at least my pride is in tact cause we said no strings attached and I still got tied up in that ~ Drake,
345:Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever. Her ~ Anthony Doerr,
346:Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us. ~ Bob Dylan,
347:I wish that there were more stringent laws to make guns sold anywhere that they're legal harder to get. ~ Rosie O Donnell,
348:Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum. ~ Bob Dylan,
349:Sometimes the hand pulls the puppet, sometimes the puppet pulls the hand, but the string runs both ways. ~ Daniel Abraham,
350:Which end of the needle are you going to be- the side held by string or the point that pierces the cloth? ~ Sue Monk Kidd,
351:I played the best role I've ever seen on TV or film in the last five years. It was hugely gratifying. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
352:I think maybe I know why,' she finally said.
'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said. ~ John Green,
353:I think people are surprised when I string two sentences together. But I had a fiercely academic upbringing. ~ Charlie Day,
354:My old friend Jack Benny has only had one ball all his golfing life. And now he's lost it. The string came off! ~ Bob Hope,
355:Tim Sherwood has come in, done very well and given us another string to the bow in a different type of way. ~ Glenn Hoddle,
356:Tutti vedono la violenza del fiume in piena,
nessuno vede la violenza degli argini che lo costringono. ~ Bertolt Brecht,
357:When military men take over, honest men dance to the strings they pull.
Your life is no longer your own. ~ Howard Fast,
358:An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night. And her rhythm broke my hunger. And I died a little less. ~ Sara Quin,
359:Flesh of my flesh, love of my love, broken and tied back together with the strings of my heart, these are mine. ~ C D Reiss,
360:For ten years Caesar ruled with an iron hand. Then with a wooden foot, and finally with a piece of string. ~ Spike Milligan,
361:I know no method to secure the repeal of bad or obnoxious laws so effective as their stringent execution. ~ Ulysses S Grant,
362:It took a long time to get out of my contract. The producers thought I was negotiating for more money. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
363:You ever pull a stunt like you did last night again and I will use your intestines to string your Les Paul. ~ Jay Crownover,
364:At the end, what matters is the strength of the string—not the wealth and power of the dining party. ~ Nassim Nicholas Taleb,
365:From my point of view, compatibilism is a little like saying: a puppet is free so long as it loves its strings. ~ Sam Harris,
366:I refused to be a fool dancing on a string held by all of those big shots. I don't apologise, that's my life ~ Marlon Brando,
367:Like many air travelers, I am aware that airplanes fly aided by capricious fairies and invisible strings. ~ J Maarten Troost,
368:That was how Juke felt on the porch of String Wilson’s new house. He wanted, and he didn’t want to want. ~ Eleanor Henderson,
369:Any string of symbols that can be given an abbreviated representation is called algorithmically compressible. ~ John D Barrow,
370:as some strings, untouched,
sound when no one is speaking.

So it was when love slipped inside us. ~ Jane Hirshfield,
371:In an age of iPhones and Playstations, it's great to see that somebody's still rocking the bus-on-a-string. ~ Brandon Stanton,
372:It is the characteristic of the most stringent censorships that they give credibility to the opinions they attack. ~ Voltaire,
373:... love couldn't stop a woman from wishing to string up her husband because he was a serious pain in the neck. ~ Nina George,
374:Para não nos deixar aflitos, a natureza fez bem em restringir ao lado de fora a nossa ação de enxergar. ~ Michel de Montaigne,
375:Stringent standards of self-evaluation [can] make otherwise objective successes seem to be personal failures ~ Albert Bandura,
376:There are a lot of good things about string theory, and it's great that some people want to work on it. ~ Antony Garrett Lisi,
377:The Viceroy possessed no name – nothing but a string of counties and two-thirds of the alphabet after them. ~ Rudyard Kipling,
378:I like to combine the dramatic emotional warmth of strings with the grooves and body business of drums and bass. ~ David Byrne,
379:Every act of violence was deliberate, and every favor came with enough strings attached to stage a puppet show. ~ Leigh Bardugo,
380:Frankly, I was surprised at how generous the Japanese press has been to the idea of a foreigner running Sony. ~ Howard Stringer,
381:I was very short. Everybody else was two years older in my class, and I had curly hair and was teacher's pet. ~ Howard Stringer,
382:My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself. ~ Carl Sandburg,
383:You can't know a father. They're all magicians. Got two million years of strings and mirrors in their pockets. ~ Kate Braverman,
384:'9 to 5 the Musical' is perfect for anyone that's ever wanted to string up their boss, which is almost all of us. ~ Dolly Parton,
385:His hands manipulated me. I was a puppet and he was the master. Any string he tugged at brought me nearer to him. ~ Kenya Wright,
386:How come the term 'threesome' is always used in a sexual context? What, nobody plays string instruments any more? ~ Dov Davidoff,
387:My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
388:Non c'è niente di peggio di un trilocale a Rozzano che sogna di essere Versailles, per stringere il cuore. ~ Alessandro Robecchi,
389:There are two kinds of music. One comes from the strings of a guitar, the other from the strings of the heart. ~ Michael Jackson,
390:A promise is a string that runs through time and distance and never disappears, whether it’s kept or broken. But ~ David Pandolfe,
391:Cag maglosc,” Faolan muttered, and then launched into what sounded to Edme like a string of Old Wolf curse words. ~ Kathryn Lasky,
392:Comments in the resource file provide contextual information that helps localizers more accurately translate strings. ~ Anonymous,
393:forty-one was a “very special number, the initial integer in the longest continuous string of quadratic primes. ~ Arthur C Clarke,
394:I want to pull very long, multi-colored strings out of my brain and place them next to a bowl of Doritos at a party ~ Megan Boyle,
395:i want to pull very long, multi-colored strings out of my brain and place them next to a bowl of doritos at a party ~ Megan Boyle,
396:Like the pluck of a stringed instrument, the first edge of the sun broke loose and poured light over the world. ~ Andrew Peterson,
397:Maintain a state of balance between physical acts and inner serenity,like a lute whose strings are finely tuned. ~ Gautama Buddha,
398:Parents always know what strings control your heart and soul. After all, they are the ones who tied them there. ~ Mercedes Lackey,
399:We all share in the same cosmic rhythm... For all natural laws are like the rhythm of the strings of the harp. ~ Ernesto Cardenal,
400:You're in direct contact with the music by having the strings under your fingers. It's not mechanical like a piano. ~ Tommy Bolin,
401:I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung. ~ Rabindranath Tagore,
402:I’ll say I have the key! I have bushels of keys. If you want to know, I also save string."
- Anna Louisa Thripp ~ John Bellairs,
403:It's about the music, it's not about just showing people what you can do with a piece of wood with strings on it ~ John Frusciante,
404:I've returned to being an amateur without any ties or strings attached, which gives me a freedom I never had before. ~ Cat Stevens,
405:She collected silence like other people collected strings. But she had a way of saying nothing that said it all. ~ Terry Pratchett,
406:The strings felt strange against my fingers, like reunited friends who have forgotten what they have in common. ~ Patrick Rothfuss,
407:As long as we string out the ecstasy of awe, we won’t do the work required to mine its precious teachings. ~ S Kelley Harrell M Div,
408:Creative but discontinuous improvements are usually worth much more than a string of small but continuous improvements. ~ Anonymous,
409:He has studied all the live strings of the human heart in the same way as one studies the veins of a dead body. ~ Mikhail Lermontov,
410:Her heart is played like well worn strings
In her eyes the sadness sings
Of one who was destined of better things ~ Lang Leav,
411:His love came with no strings attached, which I thought was the greatest gift one human being could give to another. ~ Lisa Kleypas,
412:I’ll say I have the key! I have bushels of keys. If you want to know, I also save string.”
– Anna Louisa Thripp. ~ John Bellairs,
413:I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it! ~ Hoda Kotb,
414:No strings sex? I can play that game. I’ll sex her so good that the thought of leaving me never enters her mind again. ~ Ella Goode,
415:When somebody loves you with no strings attached and no personal agenda, it’s the most freeing thing in the world. ~ John C Maxwell,
416:you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing? ~ Khalil Gibran,
417:He’s a spider. A web-weaver, with lines stringing out in all directions. He sits at the centre and interprets each tug. ~ Robin Hobb,
418:I believe conspiracy theories are part of a larger conspiracy to distract us from the real conspiracy. String theory. ~ Andy Kindler,
419:It's weird. I guess I got so used to [g-strings] when I was really young that I just couldn't stand it anymore. ~ Cassandra Peterson,
420:i've never asked him but i'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his strubbery ~ Cassandra Clare,
421:I was charmed by a performance given by Crowded House at Toronto's Massey Hall where the bass player broke a string. ~ Alannah Myles,
422:Now is the time to make sure we have the strings of all the balloons we want to keep before they all float away. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
423:Now is the time to make sure we have the strings to all the balloons we want to keep before they all float away. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
424:Real love isn’t a payment. It isn’t a response to your accomplishments or anything else. It’s a gift without strings. ~ Lisa Wingate,
425:...rimane l'ombra di un sapore che la costringe a pensare acqua di mare, quest'uomo dipinge il mare con il mare ~ Alessandro Baricco, if there's some invisible string that kept us tethered the entire time he was away and that's tightening now... ~ Katie Cotugno,
427:As I write, My fingers tap tap the keys the way Ravi Shankar's fingers pluck and strum the strings of his sitar. ~ Christina Westover,
428:I've never asked him but I'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his shrubbery. ~ Cassandra Clare,
429:...rimane l'ombra di un sapore che la costringe a pensare acqua di mare, quest'uomo dipinge il mare con il mare. ~ Alessandro Baricco,
430:Unlike in most programming languages, SQL treats null as a special value, different from zero, false, or an empty string. ~ Anonymous,
431:God's Love does exactly the same thing. It's an unconditional giving of yourself for another with no strings attached. ~ Nancy Missler,
432:I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument
while the song I came to sing remains unsung. ~ Rabindranath Tagore,
433:It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left and every paper girl needs at least one string, right? (58) ~ John Green,
434:I’ve never asked him, but I’m sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his shrubbery. ~ Cassandra Clare,
435:Liu Fang is a truly gifted, world-famous player of the pipa and the guzheng, classical Chinese stringed instruments. ~ Guy Gavriel Kay,
436:Mixed hungers crossed his face; it was Krendler’s nature to both appreciate Starling’s leg and look for the hamstring. ~ Thomas Harris,
437:Once he accidentally singed his pubic hair while prancing about in a gold lamé g-string during a fire ritual.  ~ Rosemary Ellen Guiley,
438:So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home. ~ Suzanne Collins,
439:The broken spine of the book shows the webbing of binder's string, and my fingers have worn white spots in the cover. ~ Susan Straight,
440:We Communists have to string along with the capitalists for a while. We need their agriculture and their technology. ~ Leonid Brezhnev,
441:[A]ngling or float fishing I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm at one end and a fool at the other. ~ Samuel Johnson,
442:Each layman must be his own apologist, responsible for his stewardship of the Gospel in his daily life and work. ~ William Stringfellow,
443:From love's plectrum arises
the song of the string of life
Love is the light of life
love is the fire of life ~ Muhammad Iqbal,
444:Future complications in the strings between the cans. But no prints can come from fingers, if machines become our hands. ~ Jack Johnson,
445:He kept staring at you all night. For a moment there, I thought his eyes were attached to you by an invisible string. ~ Nicholas Sparks,
446:I always use the same guitar; I got this guitar years and years ago for nine pounds. It's still got the same strings on it. ~ Brian Eno,
447:I couldn't imagine how i would get from here to there. i couldn't imagine living through a whole string of identical days. ~ S J Watson,
448:It's such sport with these heroes of finance: they are like beads on a string — when one slips off, all the rest follow. ~ Henrik Ibsen,
449:Supposing everyone lived at one time what would they say. They would observe that stringing string beans is universal. ~ Gertrude Stein,
450:Abby felt like a kite cut loose from its string. One stiff wind and she was lost with no way to get back on solid ground. ~ Terri Osburn,
451:Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice. ~ Barbara Kingsolver,
452:Happiness was a little like flying, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out. ~ Patricia Highsmith,
453:I can't say what my first thought was as I sunk below the surface, because it was mostly a string of four-letter words. ~ Rachel Hawkins,
454:If a piece ofknotted string can unleash the wind and if a drowned man can awaken... then I believe a broken man can heal. ~ Annie Proulx,
455:Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music. ~ Khalil Gibran,
456:May the strings that bind us never break May our wild asses forever shake May our unquenchable fire keep our dreams awake ~ Kendall Grey,
457:Moy felt something snap inside her as if her heart had snapped. The heart-string, she thought — what is the heart-string? ~ Iris Murdoch,
458:Some people write string quartets, some grow lettuce and tomatoes. There have to be a few who build railroad stations, ~ Haruki Murakami,
459:Do you believe we are masters of ourselves, or merely dance like puppets on strings having the illusion of independence? ~ Winston Graham,
460:I felt strangely light—as if the strings mooring me to the life I’d made had stretched too far, and had finally broken. ~ Melodie Winawer,
461:I wish you wouldn't make the strings such an important part of your arrangements because frankly they're only a tax dodge! ~ Tommy Dorsey,
462:The characteristic place to find Christians is among their enemies. The first place to look for Christ is in Hell. ~ William Stringfellow,
463:The great thing is that when you hire string players you always get really great players. I don't know why that is. ~ Hamilton Leithauser,
464:Yet there wasn’t a single day when I sat down to write an article, blog post, or book chapter without a string of people ~ Jocelyn K Glei,
465:A string of multicolored Christmas lights roped around the length of the yard, and Ryan Adams played in the background. ~ Susannah Cahalan,
466:I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I could pull some strings and find out. ~ George Carlin,
467:Non m'illudo di essere il suo sostegno, so che si regge sulle proprie gambe: stringerla serve a me, per non andare in pezzi. ~ Ally Condie,
468:The moment ached, as if music were being played somewhere on an instrument whose strings had some connexion with her heart. ~ Rebecca West,
469:useful thing about a File object is that it offers a much safer way to represent a file than just using a String file name. ~ Kathy Sierra,
471:Choice by choice, moment by moment, I build the necklace of my day, stringing together the choices that form artful living. ~ Julia Cameron,
472:One must indeed test the strings in this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows. ~ Mitch Albom,
473:One must indeed test the strings to this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows. ~ Mitch Albom,
474:Yeah, I've been a little down. Totally natural. I'm getting a divorce, but now I'm ready to pull myself up by some G-strings. ~ Aziz Ansari,
475:Kids are supposed to grow up and cut the apron strings. I just never dreamed those sharp scissors would leave so many wounds. ~ Lisa Wingate,
476:All the great coincidences and marvelous achievements of his life disappeared in a flash. In their place were puppet strings. ‘A ~ Hugh Howey,
477:are farmers and they keep trying to breathe, keep the body moving to keep the soul from atrophying. Mama cries when she strings ~ Ann Voskamp,
478:I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string. ~ Haruki Murakami,
479:In other words, the reason why the string theory cannot be solved is that twenty-first mathematics has not yet been discovered. ~ Michio Kaku,
480:I've been producing for 13 years. I've made a string of joyful movies with positive messages about comedy, love and romance. ~ Drew Barrymore,
481:No strings attached,” Constance said again. “Oh, there are always strings,” I replied. “Whether we put them there or not. ~ Caitl n R Kiernan,
482:The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow. ~ Jean Ingelow,
483:Unused power was like a marionette with visible strings, nobody holding them. A compelling attraction: I could make it dance. ~ Frank Herbert,
484:What an agreeable toy! A disc on a string, I unwind it,
Casting it out of my hand, and it rewinds in a trice. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
485:Compatibilism amounts to nothing more than an assertion of the following creed: A puppet is free as long as he loves his strings. ~ Sam Harris,
486:He presented it with a length of string
and passed on to the statue of Corrupted Endeavor
to await the arrival of Autumn. ~ Edward Gorey,
487:One of the basic things about a string is that it can vibrate in many different shapes or forms, which gives music its beauty. ~ Edward Witten,
488:pounds his gloved fist against the door, counts to sixty. The latch string hasn’t been pulled in, and despite the circumstance, ~ Blake Crouch,
489:Ronan released a string of profanity so varied and pointed that Gansey was amazed that the words alone didn't slay Declan. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
490:Stuffing birds or playing stringed instruments is an elegant pastime, and a resource to the idle, but it is not education. ~ John Henry Newman,
491:As the arrow endures the string, and in the gathering momentum becomes more than itself. Because to stay is to be nowhere. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke,
492:Happiness was a little like flying a kite, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out- ~ Patricia Highsmith,
493:Magic is a lot like language: it’s all about stringing things together,
linking one thing with another, one idea with another. ~ Jim Butcher,
494:People can get certain good things out of fame, but until it killed a princess nobody ever talked about how bad it can be. ~ Sherry Stringfield,
495:She looked at him in wonder. This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles. ~ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie,
496:Hogslop is the real deal groovilicious honkin old-time string band. Guaranteed old-time awesomeness with these fellas around! ~ Abigail Washburn,
497:I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall. ~ William Blake,
498:I know books, and I know how to string words together—it doesn’t mean I know how to speak about the things that matter most to me. ~ Andr Aciman,
499:I'm the evil mastermind behind the scenes. I'm the wicked puppeteer who pulls the strings and makes you dance. I'm your writer. ~ Grant Morrison,
500:Nothing speaks louder than an evocative photograph that stirs the imagination, tugs at the heart strings and engages the mind. ~ Mark Carwardine,

--- IN CHAPTERS (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)


   9 Occultism
   4 Philosophy
   2 Integral Yoga
   1 Yoga
   1 Integral Theory
   1 Christianity

   11 Sri Ramakrishna
   9 Aleister Crowley
   7 Sri Aurobindo
   5 The Mother
   3 Aldous Huxley
   2 Satprem
   2 Nolini Kanta Gupta

   15 Savitri
   14 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   8 Magick Without Tears
   5 The Mothers Agenda
   4 The Synthesis Of Yoga
   3 Walden
   3 The Secret Doctrine
   3 The Perennial Philosophy
   3 Kena and Other Upanishads
   3 Collected Poems
   2 The Bible
   2 The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People
   2 Talks
   2 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   2 Liber ABA
   2 Hymns to the Mystic Fire

01.03_-_The_Yoga_of_the_King_The_Yoga_of_the_Souls_Release, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A magical accord quickened and attuned
  To ethereal symphonies the old earthy strings;
  It raised the servitors of mind and life

02.01_-_The_World-Stair, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
    Endless the kingdoms of the Spirit's bliss,
    Unnumbered tones struck from one harmony's strings;
    Each to its wide-winged universal poise,

02.13_-_In_the_Self_of_Mind, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Ideas soon mummified, ghosts of old truths,
  God's spontaneities tied with formal strings
  And packed into drawers of reason's trim bureau,

03.03_-_The_House_of_the_Spirit_and_the_New_Creation, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  To feel was a flame-discovery of God,
  All mind was a single harp of many strings,
  All life a song of many meeting lives;

04.03_-_The_Call_to_the_Quest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  One shall discover and greaten with it his life
  To whom thou loosenest thy heart's jewelled strings.
  O rubies of silence, lips from which there stole

04.04_-_The_Quest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  All time-made difference they overcame;
  The world was fibred with their own heart-strings;
  Close drawn to the heart that beats in every breast,

05.02_-_Satyavan, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  The passionate seeing used thought cannot match,
  And knew one nearer than its own close strings.

06.01_-_The_Word_of_Fate, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Discouraged fails mid earth's unhappy sounds;
  The strings of the siren Ecstasy cry not here
  Or soon are silenced in the human heart.
  Labours amid the sobbing of her hopes
  To wake a note of help from sadder strings:
  "O child, in the magnificence of thy soul

07.03_-_The_Entry_into_the_Inner_Countries, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  The sacred Book lay on its sanctified desk
  Wrapped in interpretation's silken strings:
  A credo sealed up its spiritual sense.

07.05_-_The_Finding_of_the_Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  The viewless summits with the unseen depths,
  The string of forts that make the frail defence
  Safeguarding us against the enormous world,

07.06_-_Nirvana_and_the_Discovery_of_the_All-Negating_Absolute, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  All feelings seemed quiescent, calm or dead,
  As if the heart-strings rent could work no more
  And joy and grief could never rise again.

07.07_-_The_Discovery_of_the_Cosmic_Spirit_and_the_Cosmic_Consciousness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  These thoughts were formed not in her listening brain,
  Her vacant heart was like a stringless harp;
  Impassive the body claimed not its own voice,

09.01_-_Towards_the_Black_Void, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  There came a freedom from the heart-strings' clutch,
  Now all her acts sprang from a godhead's calm.

10.01_-_The_Dream_Twilight_of_the_Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  As if a music old yet ever new,
  Moving suggestions on her heart-strings dwelt,
  Thoughts that no habitation found, yet clung

1.00_-_Gospel, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  About this time, on the ivartri night, consecrated to the worship of iva, a dramatic performance was arranged. The principal actor, who was to play the part of iva, suddenly fell ill, and Gaddhar was persuaded to act in his place. While friends were dressing him for the role of iva - smearing his body with ashes, matting his locks, placing a trident in his hand and a string of rudrkaa beads around his neck - the boy appeared to become absent-minded. He approached the stage with slow and measured step, supported by his friends. He looked the living image of iva. The audience loudly applauded what it took to be his skill as an actor, but it was soon discovered that he was really lost in meditation. His countenance was radiant and tears flowed from his eyes. He was lost to the outer world. The effect of this scene on the audience was tremendous.
  In order to enable the Master to work for the welfare of humanity, the Divine Mother had kept in him a trace of ego, which he described - according to his mood - as the "ego of Knowledge", the "ego of Devotion", the "ego of a child", or the "ego of a servant". In any case this ego of the Master, consumed by the fire of the Knowledge of Brahman, was an appearance only, like a burnt string. He often referred to this ego as the "ripe ego" in contrast with the ego of the bound soul, which he described as the "unripe" or "green"

1.01_-_Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  However, if one designs to construct a dwelling house, it behooves him to exercise a little Yankee shrewdness, lest after all he find himself in a workhouse, a labyrinth without a clue, a museum, an almshouse, a prison, or a splendid mausoleum instead. Consider first how slight a shelter is absolutely necessary. I have seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living in tents of thin cotton cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the wind. Formerly, when how to get my living honestly, with freedom left for my proper pursuits, was a question which vexed me even more than it does now, for unfortunately I am become somewhat callous, I used to see a large box by the railroad, six feet long by three wide, in which the laborers locked up their tools at night, and it suggested to me that every man who was hard pushed might get such a one for a dollar, and, having bored a few auger holes in it, to admit the air at least, get into it when it rained and at night, and hook down the lid, and so have freedom in his love, and in his soul be free. This did not appear the worst, nor by any means a despicable alternative. You could sit up as late as you pleased, and, whenever you got up, go abroad without any landlord or house-lord dogging you for rent. Many a man is harassed to death to pay the rent of a larger and more luxurious box who would not have frozen to death in such a box as this. I am far from jesting. Economy is a subject which admits of being treated with levity, but it cannot so be disposed of. A comfortable house for a rude and hardy race, that lived mostly out of doors, was once made here almost entirely of such materials as Nature furnished ready to their hands. Gookin, who was superintendent of the Indians subject to the Massachusetts Colony, writing in 1674, says, The best of their houses are covered very neatly, tight and warm, with barks of trees, slipped from their bodies at those seasons when the sap is up, and made into great flakes, with pressure of weighty timber, when they are green.... The meaner sort are covered with mats which they make of a kind of bulrush, and are also indifferently tight and warm, but not so good as the former.... Some I have seen, sixty or a hundred feet long and thirty feet broad.... I have often lodged in their wigwams, and found them as warm as the best English houses. He adds, that they were commonly carpeted and lined within with well-wrought embroidered mats, and were furnished with various utensils. The Indians had advanced so far as to regulate the effect of the wind by a mat suspended over the hole in the roof and moved by a string. Such a lodge was in the first instance constructed in a day or two at most, and taken down and put up in a few hours; and every family owned one, or its apartment in one.
  The farmer is endeavoring to solve the problem of a livelihood by a formula more complicated than the problem itself. To get his shoestrings he speculates in herds of cattle. With consummate skill he has set his trap with a hair spring to catch comfort and independence, and then, as he turned away, got his own leg into it. This is the reason he is poor; and for a similar reason we are all poor in respect to a thousand savage comforts, though surrounded by luxuries. As
  Chapman sings,
  I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him, the morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous companions without apology. My excuse for not lecturing against the use of tobacco is, that I never chewed it; that is a penalty which reformed tobacco-chewers have to pay; though there are things enough I have chewed, which I could lecture against. If you should ever be betrayed into any of these philanthropies, do not let your left hand know what your right hand does, for it is not worth knowing. Rescue the drowning and tie your shoe-strings. Take your time, and set about some free labor.

1.01_-_On_Love, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

1.02_-_Meditating_on_Tara, #How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator, #Thubten Chodron, #unset
  you, I cant give as much to others. And if I give it to everybody else, I cant
  give it to you. That kind of love has strings and conditions attached. Its a
  narrow and limited understanding of what love means; its not the kind of
  as human beings, we must do a little better than this. When we practice cultivating the kind of love that Tara has, we try to free ourselves from having
  strings attached to our affection; we try to open our hearts impartially to all.
  The strings we attach to our love are based on how somebody treats us.
  Ill love you if youre nice to me. If youre nice to Osama bin Laden, I dont

1.02_-_The_Necessity_of_Magick_for_All, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  But this is only part of the story. As things are, we have all adventured into an Universe of immeasurable, of incalculable, possibilities, of situations never contemplated by the trend of Evolution. Man is a marine monster; when he decided that it would be better for him somehow to live on land, he had to grow lungs instead of gills. When we want to travel over soft snow, we have to invent ski; when we wish to exchange thoughts, we must arrange a conventional code of sounds, of knots in string, of carved or written characters in a word embark upon the boundless ocean of hieroglyphics or symbols of one sort or another. (Presently I shall have to explain the supreme importance of such systems; in fact, the Universe itself is not, and cannot be, anything but an arrangement of symbolic characters!)
  Not too bad an analogy is an endless piece of string. Like a driving band, you cannot tie a knot in it; all the complexities you can contrive are "Tom Fool" knots, and unravel at the proper touch. Always either Naught or Two! But every new re-arrangement throws further light on the possible tangles, that is, on the Nature of the string itself. It is always "Nothing" when you pull it out; but becomes "Everything" as you play about with it,*[AC7] since there is no limit to the combinations that you can form from it, save only in your imagination (where the whole thing belongs!) and that grows mightily with Experience. It is accordingly well worth while to fulfill oneself in every conceivable manner.

1.02_-_The_Three_European_Worlds, #The Ever-Present Origin, #Jean Gebser, #Integral
  In summary, then, the following picture emerges: there is on the one hand anxiety about time and one's powerlessness against it, and on the other, a "delight" resulting from the conquest of space and the attendant expansion of power; there is also the isolation of the individual or group or cultural sphere as well as the collectivization of the same individuals in interest groups. This tension between anxiety and delight, isolation and collectivization is the ultimate result of an epoch which has outlived itself. Nevertheless, this epoch could serve as a guarantee that we reach a new "target," if we could utilize it much as the arrow uses an overtaut bow string. Yet like the arrow, our epoch must detach itself from the extremes that make possible the tension behind its flight toward the target. Like the arrow on the string, our epoch must find the point where the target is already latently present: the equilibrium between anxiety and delight, isolation and collectivization. Only then can it liberate itself from deficient unperspectivity and perspectivity, and achieve what we shall call, also because of its liberating character, theaperspectival world.

1.04_-_GOD_IN_THE_WORLD, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  How can Shih-kuang recognize the mysterious tune? Shih-kuang was the son of Ching-kuang of Chin in the province of Chiang under the Chou dynasty. His other name was Tzu-yeh. He could thoroughly distinguish the five sounds and the six notes; he could even hear the ants fighting on the other side of a hill. When Chin and Chu were at war, Shih-kuang could tell, just by softly fingering the strings of his lute, that the engagement would surely be unfavourable for Chu. In spite of his extraordinary sensitiveness Seccho declares that he is unable to recognize the mysterious tune. After all, one who is not at all deaf is really deaf. The most exquisite note in the higher spheres is beyond the hearing of Shih-kuang. Says Seccho, I am not going to be a Li-lou, nor a Shih-kuang; for

1.04_-_Sounds, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  Sometimes, on Sundays, I heard the bells, the Lincoln, Acton, Bedford, or Concord bell, when the wind was favorable, a faint, sweet, and, as it were, natural melody, worth importing into the wilderness. At a sufficient distance over the woods this sound acquires a certain vibratory hum, as if the pine needles in the horizon were the strings of a harp which it swept. All sound heard at the greatest possible distance produces one and the same effect, a vibration of the universal lyre, just as the intervening atmosphere makes a distant ridge of earth interesting to our eyes by the azure tint it imparts to it. There came to me in this case a melody which the air had strained, and which had conversed with every leaf and needle of the wood, that portion of the sound which the elements had taken up and modulated and echoed from vale to vale. The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it. It is not merely a repetition of what was worth repeating in the bell, but partly the voice of the wood; the same trivial words and notes sung by a wood-nymph.
  Regularly at half past seven, in one part of the summer, after the evening train had gone by, the whippoorwills chanted their vespers for half an hour, sitting on a stump by my door, or upon the ridge pole of the house. They would begin to sing almost with as much precision as a clock, within five minutes of a particular time, referred to the setting of the sun, every evening. I had a rare opportunity to become acquainted with their habits. Sometimes I heard four or five at once in different parts of the wood, by accident one a bar behind another, and so near me that I distinguished not only the cluck after each note, but often that singular buzzing sound like a fly in a spiders web, only proportionally louder. Sometimes one would circle round and round me in the woods a few feet distant as if tethered by a string, when probably
  I was near its eggs. They sang at intervals throughout the night, and were again as musical as ever just before and about dawn.

1.05_-_Christ,_A_Symbol_of_the_Self, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  71 A string of numinous God names, usually translated as "the Lord of Hosts."

1.05_-_Dharana, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  7:Please understand that in doing this practice you are supposed to be seated in Asana, and to have note-book and pencil by your side, and a watch in front of you. You are not to practise at first for more than ten minutes at a time, so as to avoid risk of overtiring the brain. In fact you will probably find that the whole of your willpower is not equal to keeping to a subject at all for so long as three minutes, or even apparently concentrating on it for so long as three seconds, or three-fifths of one second. By "keeping to it at all" is meant the mere attempt to keep to it. The mind becomes so fatigued, and the object so incredibly loathsome, that it is useless to continue for the time being. In Frater P.'s record we find that after daily practice for six months, meditations of four minutes and less are still being recorded.
  8:The student is supposed to count the number of times that his thought wanders; this he can do on his fingers or on a string of beads.
  9:If these breaks seem to become more frequent instead of less frequent, the student must not be discourage; this is partially caused by his increased accuracy of observation. In exactly the same way, the introduction of vaccination resulted in an apparent increase in the number of cases of smallpox, the reason being that people began to tell the truth about the disease instead of faking.

1.06_-_Definition_of_Tragedy., #Poetics, #Aristotle, #Philosophy
  The tragedies of most of our modern poets fail in the rendering of character; and of poets in general this is often true. It is the same in painting; and here lies the difference between Zeuxis and Polygnotus.
  Polygnotus delineates character well: the style of Zeuxis is devoid of ethical quality. Again, if you string together a set of speeches expressive of character, and well finished in point of diction and thought, you will not produce the essential tragic effect nearly so well as with a play which, however deficient in these respects, yet has a plot and artistically constructed incidents. Besides which, the most powerful elements of emotional: interest in Tragedy Peripeteia or
  Reversal of the Situation, and Recognition scenes--are parts of the plot. A further proof is, that novices in the art attain to finish: of diction and precision of portraiture before they can construct the plot.

1.06_-_The_Ascent_of_the_Sacrifice_2_The_Works_of_Love_-_The_Works_of_Life, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
   at which they can sovereignly and with safety lay hold on the
  Life-Force to regenerate it; for we have seen that they have to rise to immense heights before they can be secure from the vital perversion which hampers or hamstrings their power to deliver.

1.07_-_The_Literal_Qabalah_(continued), #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
  The student will undoubtedly begin to wonder how it is possible to correlate the abstract mythological conceptions inherent in our Sephiros to the ideology of the various academic systems of philosophy. This is not a particularly difficult task, once one has a perfect string of correspon- dences established in one's mind.

1.08_-_RELIGION_AND_TEMPERAMENT, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  These three ways of deliverance are precisely correlated with the three categories, in terms of which Sheldon has worked out what is, without question, the best and most adequate classification of human differences. Human beings, he has shown, vary continuously between the viable extremes of a tri-polar system; and physical and psychological measurements can be devised, whereby any given individual may be accurately located in relation to the three co-ordinates. Or we can put the matter differently and say that any given individual is a mixture, in varying proportions, of three physical and three closely related psychological components. The strength of each component can be measured according to empirically determined procedures. To the three physical components Sheldon gives the names of endomorphy, mesomorphy and ectomorphy. The individual with a high degree of endomorphy is predominantly soft and rounded and may easily become grossly fat. The high mesomorph is hard, big-boned and strong-muscled. The high ectomorph is slender and has small bones and stringy, weak, unemphatic muscles. The endomorph has a huge gut, a gut that may be more than twice as heavy and twice as long as that of the extreme ectomorph. In a real sense his or her body is built around the digestive tract. The centrally significant fact of mesomorphic physique, on the other hand, is the powerful musculature, while that of the ectomorph is the over-sensitive and (since the ratio of body surface to mass is higher in ectomorphs than in either of the other types) relatively unprotected nervous system.

1.08_-_The_Depths_of_the_Divine, #Sex Ecology Spirituality, #Ken Wilber, #Philosophy
  And then in a phrase that, as Holmes indicated, rattled all of America, Emerson announced: "All that Adam had, all that Caesar could, you have and can do"-because it is the same Self in each of us. Why bow to past heroes, he asks, when all we are bowing to is our own Soul? "Suppose they were virtuous; did they wear out virtue?" The magnetism of the great heroes is only the call from our own Self, he says. Why this groveling to the past when the same Soul shines now and only now and always now? And then Emerson swiftly and irrevocably cut the cable and set us all-not just Americans-afloat on the dangers and the glories of blue water:
  :::Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. . . . The magnetism which all original action exerts is explained when we inquire the reason of self-trust. Who is the Trustee? What is the aboriginal Self, on which a universal reliance may be grounded? . . . The inquiry leads us to that source, at once the essence of genius, of virtue, and of life. . . . In that deep force, the last fact behind which analysis cannot go, all things find their common origin.
  :::For the sense of being which in calm hour arises, we know not how, in the Soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them and proceeds obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceed. . . . Here is the fountain of action and of thought. Here are the lungs of that inspiration which giveth man wisdom. . . . We lie in the lap of immense intelligence, which makes us receivers of its truth and organs of its activity. When we discern justice, when we discern truth, we do nothing of ourselves, but allow a passage to its beams. . . .

1.098_-_The_Transformation_from_Human_to_Divine, #The Study and Practice of Yoga, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga
  Now, the teachers of yoga tell us that there are very great dangers which one has to face at certain stages of this ascent. These dangers come from the activity of the senses and the ego. Where do these dangers come from? They come from certain encounters of the meditative individual. What does it encounter? It encounters certain forces which present themselves as personalities, forms, shapes, objects, etc. These forms, which present themselves before ones experience, are the very counterparts of the desires of the senses and the ego. It is to be noted here that everything that is in our individual personality has a cosmical counterpart. Whether it is good or bad, whether it is of this nature or that nature, everything that is inside has a counterpart in the outer world. So, the pressure exerted by any particular aspect in the individual personality stirs up the corresponding counterpart in the outer world, and we encounter that. It is something like the operations of a puppet show. A person operating the movement of puppets with strings is the power that conditions these movements outside. The operator behind moves the fingers in a particular way and accordingly, correspondingly, there is the movement of the puppets outside.

11.01_-_The_Eternal_Day_The_Souls_Choice_and_the_Supreme_Consummation, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Music not with these few and striving steps
  Aspired that wander upon transient strings,
  But changed its ever new uncounted notes
  As if a fond ignorant mother kept her child
  Tied to her apron strings of Nescience.

1.10_-_The_Scolex_School, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
    It is simply ridiculous to try to add to the definition of Nibbana by this invention of Parinibbana, and only talkers busy themselves with these fantastic speculations. The serious student minds his own business, which is the business in hand. The President of a Corporation does not pay his bookkeeper to make a statement of the countless billions of profit to be made in some future year. It requires no great ability to string a row of zeros after a significant figure until the ink runs out. What is wanted is the actual balance of the week.
  Exhausted; I must restring my bow.

1.11_-_GOOD_AND_EVIL, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  If a delicious fragrant fruit had a power of separating itself from the rich spirit, fine taste, smell and colour, which it receives from the virtue of the air and the spirit of the sun, or if it could, in the beginning of its growth, turn away from the sun and receive no virtue from it, then it would stand in its own first birth of wrath, sourness, bitterness, astringency, just as the devils do, who have turned back into their own dark root and have rejected the Light and Spirit of God. So that the hellish nature of a devil is nothing but its own first forms of life withdrawn or separated from the heavenly Light and Love; just as the sourness, bitterness and astringency of a fruit are nothing else but the first form of its vegetable life, before it has reached the virtue of the sun and the spirit of the air. And as a fruit, if it had a sensibility of itself, would be full of torment as soon as it was shut up in the first forms of its life, in its own astringency, sourness and stinging bitterness, so the angels, when they had turned back into these very same first forms of their own life, and broke off from the heavenly Light and Love of God, became their own hell. No hell was made for them, no new qualities came into them, no vengeance or pains from the Lord of Love fell on them; they only stood in that state of division and separation from the Son and Holy Spirit of God, which by their own motion they had made for themselves. They had nothing in them but what they had from God, the first forms of a heavenly life; but they had them in a state of self-torment, because they had separated them from birth of Love and Light.

1.11_-_Higher_Laws, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  As I came home through the woods with my string of fish, trailing my pole, it being now quite dark, I caught a glimpse of a woodchuck stealing across my path, and felt a strange thrill of savage delight, and was strongly tempted to seize and devour him raw; not that I was hungry then, except for that wildness which he represented. Once or twice, however, while I lived at the pond, I found myself ranging the woods, like a half-starved hound, with a strange abandonment, seeking some kind of venison which I might devour, and no morsel could have been too savage for me. The wildest scenes had become unaccountably familiar. I found in myself, and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or, as it is named, spiritual life, as do most men, and another toward a primitive rank and savage one, and I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good. The wildness and adventure that are in fishing still recommended it to me. I like sometimes to take rank hold on life and spend my day more as the animals do. Perhaps I have owed to this employment and to hunting, when quite young, my closest acquaintance with Nature. They early introduce us to and detain us in scenery with which otherwise, at that age, we should have little acquaintance. Fishermen, hunters, woodchoppers, and others, spending their lives in the fields and woods, in a peculiar sense a part of
  Nature themselves, are often in a more favorable mood for observing her, in the intervals of their pursuits, than philosophers or poets even, who approach her with expectation. She is not afraid to exhibit herself to them. The traveller on the prairie is naturally a hunter, on the head waters of the Missouri and Columbia a trapper, and at the
  Such is oftenest the young mans introduction to the forest, and the most original part of himself. He goes thither at first as a hunter and fisher, until at last, if he has the seeds of a better life in him, he distinguishes his proper objects, as a poet or naturalist it may be, and leaves the gun and fish-pole behind. The mass of men are still and always young in this respect. In some countries a hunting parson is no uncommon sight. Such a one might make a good shepherds dog, but is far from being the Good Shepherd. I have been surprised to consider that the only obvious employment, except wood-chopping, ice-cutting, or the like business, which ever to my knowledge detained at Walden Pond for a whole half day any of my fellow-citizens, whether fathers or children of the town, with just one exception, was fishing. Commonly they did not think that they were lucky, or well paid for their time, unless they got a long string of fish, though they had the opportunity of seeing the pond all the while. They might go there a thousand times before the sediment of fishing would sink to the bottom and leave their purpose pure; but no doubt such a clarifying process would be going on all the while. The governor and his council faintly remember the pond, for they went a-fishing there when they were boys; but now they are too old and dignified to go a-fishing, and so they know it no more forever.
  Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is never an instants truce between virtue and vice. Goodness is the only investment that never fails. In the music of the harp which trembles round the world it is the insisting on this which thrills us. The harp is the travelling patterer for the Universes Insurance Company, recommending its laws, and our little goodness is all the assessment that we pay. Though the youth at last grows indifferent, the laws of the universe are not indifferent, but are forever on the side of the most sensitive. Listen to every zephyr for some reproof, for it is surely there, and he is unfortunate who does not hear it. We cannot touch a string or move a stop but the charming moral transfixes us. Many an irksome noise, go a long way off, is heard as music, a proud sweet satire on the meanness of our lives.

1.11_-_Woolly_Pomposities_of_the_Pious_.Teacher., #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  Well, then! You realize, of course, how many millions or billions of memories there must be to compose any average well-trained mind. Those strings of adjectives all sprang spontaneously; I did not look them up in books of reference; so imagine the extent of my full vocabulary! And words are but the half-baked bricks with which one constructs. Millions, yes: billions probably: but there is a limit.

1.12_-_The_Superconscient, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  The planes of consciousness are characterized not only by different intensities of luminous vibrations, but by different sound-vibrations or rhythms one can hear when one has that "ear of ears" the Veda speaks of. Sounds or images, lights or forces or beings are various aspects of the same Existence manifesting differently and in varying intensities according to the plane. The farther one descends the ladder of consciousness, the more fragmented become the sound-vibrations, as well as the light, the beings, and the forces. On the vital plane, for example, one can hear the discordant and jarring vibrations of life, like certain types of music issuing from this plane or certain types of vital painting or poetry, which all express that broken and highly colored rhythm. The higher one rises, the more harmonious, unified and streamlined the vibrations become, such as certain great notes of Beethoven's string quartets, which seem to draw us upward, breathlessly, to radiant heights of pure light. The force of the music is no longer a matter of volume or multi-hued outbursts, but of a higher inner tension. The higher frequency of vibration turns the multi-hued rainbow to pure white, to a note so high that it seems motionless, as if captured in eternity, one single sound-light-force which is perhaps akin to the sacred Indian syllable OM [the] Word concealed in the upper fire.35 "In the beginning was the Word," the Christian Scriptures also say.

1.17_-_Geryon._The_Violent_against_Art._Usurers._Descent_into_the_Abyss_of_Malebolge., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
  And being disencumbered of our persons,
  He sped away as arrow from the string.

1.17_-_The_Transformation, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  intelligence, will, character, genius, dramatic force, saintliness, love,
  purity or perfection. Supermind is something beyond mental man and his limits.342 Driven to the extreme, Mind can only harden man, not divinize him or even simply give him joy, for the Mind is an instrument of division, and all its hierarchies are inevitably based upon domination, whether religious, moral, political, economic, or emotional, since by its very constitution it is incapable of embracing the totality of human truths and even when it is capable of embracing, it is still incapable of implementation. Ultimately, if collective evolution had nothing better to offer than a pleasant mixture of human and social "greatness," Saint Vincent de Paul and Mahatma Gandhi with a dash of Marxism-Leninism and paid vacations thrown in, then we could not help concluding that such a goal would be even more insipid than the millions of "golden birds" or the string quartets at the summit of individual mental evolution. If so many thousands of years of suffering and striving culminated only in this sort of truncated earthly parade, then Pralaya or any of the other cosmic disintegrations promised by the ancient traditions might not be so bad after all.
  If our mental possibilities, even at their zenith, are not adequate,

1.19_-_The_Act_of_Truth, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  P.S. I thought it might help you if I were to make a few experiments. I have done so. Result: this is much more difficult and delicate an affair than I had thought when I wrote this letter. For instance, one single thought of a "second string" e.g. "if it fails, I had better do so and so" is enough to kill the while operation stone dead. Of course, I am totally out of practice; but, even so ...

1.240_-_1.300_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
  Srimad Bhagavad Gita says: mattah parataram nanyat kinchit and later on sutre manigana iva - "there is nothing different from Me" and later on "like beads strung on a thread." If there is nothing but Sri
  Krishna, how can the world be said to be like "beads on a string?"
  M.: It means that the sutra (string) and the mani (jewel beads) are not apart from ME. There are no maniganah (row of beads) apart from the string (sutra) and no string apart from Me. The sloka emphasises unity and not multiplicity which is only on the surface.

1.240_-_Talks_2, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Srimad Bhagavad Gita says: mattah parataram nanyat kinchit and later on sutre manigana iva - there is nothing different from Me and later on like beads strung on a thread. If there is nothing but Sri
  Krishna, how can the world be said to be like beads on a string?
  M.: It means that the sutra (string) and the mani (jewel beads) are not apart from ME. There are no maniganah (row of beads) apart from the string (sutra) and no string apart from Me. The sloka emphasises unity and not multiplicity which is only on the surface.
  D.: Unity can only be after merging into Bhagavan. True - but till then there must be diversity. That is samsara.
  M.: Um! - Um! - food was forthcoming - Milk, fruits - but whoever thought of food.
  5. While staying in the mango-tree cave Sri Bhagavan used to string garlands for the images in the temple, with lotuses, yellow flowers
  (sarakonnai) and green leaves.

1.2_-_Katha_Upanishads, #Kena and Other Upanishads, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  15. When all the strings of the heart are rent asunder, even here
  in this human birth, then the mortal becometh immortal.

1.300_-_1.400_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
  5. While staying in the mango-tree cave Sri Bhagavan used to string garlands for the images in the temple, with lotuses, yellow flowers
  (sarakonnai) and green leaves.

1.3_-_Mundaka_Upanishads, #Kena and Other Upanishads, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  9. The knot of the heart-strings is rent, cut away are all doubts,
  and a man's works are spent and perish, when is seen That

1.44_-_Serious_Style_of_A.C.,_or_the_Apparent_Frivolity_of_Some_of_my_Remarks, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  But the enemies of life were on guard. They saw people enjoying themselves, (shame!) and they raked through the mildewed parchments of obsolete laws until they found some long-forgotten piece of mischief that might stop it. The withered husks of womanhood, idle, frustrated, spiteful and malignant, called up their forces, blackmailed the Church into supporting them, and began a senseless string of prosecutions.

1.54_-_On_Meanness, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  How stupid is this tightening of the purse-strings! Parable No. Three, "The fairy Bank Note."

1.69_-_Original_Sin, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  We do progress; but how? Not by the tinkering of the meliorist; not by the crushing of initiative; not by laws and regulations which hamstring the racehorse, and handcuff the boxer; but by the innovations of the eccentric, by the phantasies of the hashish-dreamer of philosophy, by the aspirations of the idealist to the impossible, by the imagination of the revolutionary, by the perilous adventure of the pioneer. Progress is by leaps and bounds, but breaking from custom, by working on untried experiments; in short, by the follies and crimes of men of genius, only recognizable as wisdom and virtue after they have been tortured to death, and their murderers reap gloatingly the harvest of the seeds they sowed at midnight.

1.76_-_The_Gods_-_How_and_Why_they_Overlap, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  For, as I have explained in a previous letter, Gods are people: macrocosms, not mere collocations of the elements, planets and signs as are most of the angels, intelligences and spirits. It is interesting to note that Gabriel in particular seems to be more than one of these; he enjoys the divine privilege of being himself. Between you and me and the pylon, I suspect that Gabriel who gave the Q'uran to Mohammed was in reality a "Master" or messenger of some such person, more or less as Aiwass describes himself as "...the minister of Hoor-paar-kraat." (AL I, 7) His name implies some such function; for G.B.R. is Mercury between the Two Greater Lights, Sol and Luna. This seems to mean that he is something more than a lunar or terrestrial archangel; as he would appear to be from 777. (There now! That was my private fiend again the Demon of Digression. Back to our Gods!) 777 itself, to say nothing of The Golden Bough and the Good Lord knows how many other similar monuments of lexicography (for really they are little more), is our text-book. We are bound to note at once that the Gods sympathise, run into one another, coalesce much more closely than any other of the Orders of Being. There is not really much in common between a jackal and a beetle, or between a wolf and an owl, although they are grouped under Pisces or Aries respectively. But Adonis, Attis, Osiris, Melcarth, Mithras, Marsyas  a whole string of them comes tripping off the tongue. They all have histories; their birth, their life, their death, their subsequent career; all goes naturally with them exactly as if they were (say) a set of warriors, painters, anything superbly human. We feel instinctively that we know them, or at least know of them in the same sense that we know of our fellow men and women; and that is a sense which never so much as occurs to us when we discuss Archangels. The great exception is the Holy Guardian Angel; and this as I have shewn in another letter is for exactly the same reason; He is a Person, a macrocosmic Individual. (We do not know about his birth and so on; but that is because he is, so to speak, a private God; he only appears to the world at all through some reference to him by his client; for instance, the genius or Augoeides of Socrates).

2.01_-_The_Road_of_Trials, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology
  The shaman uncovers his head, loosens his belt and shoestrings,
  covers his face with his hands and begins to twirl in a variety of

2.01_-_The_Two_Natures, #Essays On The Gita, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
   phenomenal nature? On me, says Krishna, all this, all that is here - sarvam idam, the common phrase in the Upanishads for the totality of phenomena in the mobility of the universe - is strung like pearls upon a thread. But this is only an image which we cannot press very far; for the pearls are only kept in relation to each other by the thread and have no other oneness or relation with the pearl-string except their dependence on it for this mutual connection. Let us go then from the image to that which it images. It is the supreme nature of Spirit, the infinite conscious power of its being, self-conscient, all-conscient, all-wise, which maintains these phenomenal existences in relation to each other, penetrates them, abides in and supports them and weaves them into the system of its manifestation. This one supreme power manifests not only in all as the One, but in each as the Jiva, the individual spiritual presence; it manifests also as the essence of all quality of Nature. These are therefore the concealed spiritual powers behind all phenomena. This highest quality is not the working of the three gunas, which is phenomenon of quality and not its spiritual essence. It is rather the inherent, one, yet variable inner power of all these superficial variations. It is a fundamental truth of the Becoming, a truth that supports and gives a spiritual and divine significance to all its appearances.

2.02_-_Habit_2_Begin_with_the_End_in_Mind, #The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, #Stephen Covey, #unset
  Your security lies somewhere on the continuum between extreme insecurity on one end, wherein your life is buffeted by all the fickle forces that play upon it, and a deep sense of high intrinsic worth and personal security on the other end. Your guidance ranges on the continuum from dependence on the social mirror or other unstable, fluctuating sources to strong inner direction. Your wisdom falls somewhere between a totally inaccurate map where everything is distorted and nothing seems to fit, and a complete and accurate map of life wherein all the parts and principles are properly related to each other. Your power lies somewhere between immobilization or being a puppet pulled by someone else's strings to high proactivity, the power to act according to your own values instead of being acted upon by other people and circumstances.
   enemy-centered paranoia. The individual has no power. Other people are pulling the strings.

2.03_-_VISIT_TO_VIDYASAGAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  That is why it suffers so much. It is yoked to the plough and made to work in rain and sun. Then it may be killed by the butcher. From its hide shoes are made, and also drums, which are mercilessly, beaten. (Laughter.) Still it does not escape suffering. At last strings are made out of its entrails for the bows used in carding cotton. Then it no longer says, 'Hamba! Hamba!', 'I! I!' but 'Tuhu! Tuhu!', 'Thou! Thou!'. Only then are its troubles over. O Lord, I am the servant; Thou art the Master. I am the child; Thou art the Mother.
  "God laughs on two occasions. He laughs when the physician says to the patient's mother, 'Don't be afraid, mother; I shall certainly cure your boy.' God laughs, saying to Himself, 'I am going to take his life, and this man says he will save it!' The physician thinks he is the master, forgetting that God is the Master. God laughs again when two brothers divide their land with a string, saying to each other, 'This side is mine and that side is your'. He laughs and says to Himself, 'The whole universe belongs to Me, but they say they own this portion or that portion.'

2.04_-_ADVICE_TO_HOUSEHOLDERS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  "Balaram comes from a family of devout Vaishnavas. His father, now an old man, is a pious devotee. He has a tuft of hair on his head, a rosary of tulsi beads round his neck, and a string of beads in his hand. He devotes his time to the repetition of God's name.

2.05_-_Habit_3_Put_First_Things_First, #The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, #Stephen Covey, #unset
  "Now let's talk about 'clean,' Son. Clean means no messes around -- no paper, strings, bones, sticks, or anything that messes up the place. I'll tell you what let's do. Let's just clean up half of the yard right now and look at the difference."
  So we got out two paper sacks and picked up one side of the yard. "Now look at this side. Look at the other side. See the difference? That's called clean."

2.05_-_THE_MASTER_AND_KESHAB, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  High up they soar on the wind of hope, held fast by maya's string.
  Upon the kite-strings Thou hast rubbed the manja-paste of worldliness,

2.07_-_THE_MASTER_AND_VIJAY_GOSWAMI, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  "The anger and lust of a man who has realized God are only appearances. They are like a burnt string. It looks like a string, but a mere puff blows it away.
  About half past nine in the morning Prankrishna took leave of the Master. Soon afterwards a minstrel sang some devotional songs to the accompaniment of a stringed instrument. The Master was listening to the songs when Kedr Chatterji, a householder devotee, entered the room clad in his office clothes. He was a man of devotional temperament and cherished the attitude of the gopis of Vrindvan. Words about God would make him weep.

2.08_-_THE_MASTERS_BIRTHDAY_CELEBRATION_AT_DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  Entangled in the twisting string of love for children and for wife,
  Hiding Thyself within, Thou holdest the guiding string; But the machine, not knowing it,
  The Mother Herself with the string of Love.

2.09_-_ADVICE_TO_THE_BRAHMOS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  Bend the bow of your tongue with the bow-string of love, And aim at him the shaft of Mother Kli's holy name.

2.09_-_The_Release_from_the_Ego, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  This cannot be done without an uncompromising abolition of the ego-sense at its very basis and source. In the path of Knowledge one attempts this abolition, negatively by a denial of the reality of the ego, positively by a constant fixing of the thought upon the idea of the One and the Infinite in itself or the One and Infinite everywhere. This, if persistently done changes in the end the mental outlook on oneself and the whole world and there is a kind of mental realisation; but afterwards by degrees or perhaps rapidly and imperatively and almost at the beginning the mental realisation deepens into spiritual experience -- a realisation in the very substance of our being. More and more frequent conditions come of something indefinable and illimitable, a peace, a silence, a joy, a bliss beyond expression, a sense of absolute impersonal Power, a pure existence, a pure consciousness, an all-pervading Presence. The ego persists in itself or in its habitual movements, but the peace of the One becomes more and more inured, the others are broken, crushed, more and more rejected, becoming weak in their intensity, limp or mechanical in their action. In the end there is a constant giving up of the whole consciousness into the being of the Supreme. In the beginning when the restless confusion and obscuring impurity of our outward nature is active, when the mental, vital, physical ego-sense are still powerful, this new mental outlook, these experiences may be found difficult in the extreme: but once that triple egoism is discouraged or moribund and the instruments of the Spirit are set right and purified, in an entirely pure, silent, clarified, widened consciousness the purity, infinity, stillness of the One reflects itself like the sky in a limpid lake. A meeting or a taking in of the reflected Consciousness by that which reflects it becomes more and more pressing and possible, the bridging or abolition of the atmospheric gulf between that immutable ethereal impersonal vastness and this once mobile whirl or narrow stream of personal existence is no longer an arduous improbability and may be even a frequent experience, if not yet an entirely permanent state. For even before complete purification, if the strings of the egoistic heart and mind are already sufficiently frayed and loosened, the Jiva can by a sudden snapping of the main cords escape, ascending like a bird freed into the spaces or widening like a liberated flood into the One and Infinite. There is first a sudden sense of a cosmic consciousness, a casting of oneself into the universal; from that universality one can aspire more easily, aspire to the Transcendent. There is a pushing back and rending or a rushing down of the walls that imprisoned our conscious being; there is, a loss of all sense of individuality and personality, of all placement in Space or Time or action and law of Nature; there is no longer an ego, a person definite and definable, but only consciousness, only existence, only peace and bliss; one becomes immortality, becomes eternity, becomes infinity. All that is left of the personal soul is a hymn of peace and freedom and bliss vibrating somewhere in the Eternal.

2.1.02_-_Love_and_Death, #Collected Poems, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A bow - not such as human archers use:
  For the string moved and murmured like many bees,
  And nameless fragrance made the casual air

2.1.03_-_Man_and_Superman, #Essays Divine And Human, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
   sense-data and though like a kite it can fly high into an air of abstractions, it is held to the earth of sense by a string of great strength; if that string is broken it drifts lazily [in] the clouds and always it falls back by natural gravitation to its original earth basis - only so can it receive strength to go farther. Its field is the air and sky of the finite, it cannot ascend into the stratosphere of the spiritual vision, still less can it move at ease in the Infinite.

2.11_-_The_Boundaries_of_the_Ignorance, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Space as an objective field of contents for the experience of this imperfect and developing awareness. By immediate awareness the mental being mobile in Time lives perpetually in the present; by memory he saves a certain part of his experience of self and things from streaming away from him entirely into the past; by thought and will and action, by mind energy, life energy, body energy he utilises it for what he becomes in the present and is yet to become hereafter; the force of being in him that has made him what he is works to prolong, develop and amplify his becoming in the future. All this insecurely held material of self-expression and experience of things, this partial knowledge accumulated in the succession of Time, is co-ordinated for him by perception, memory, intelligence and will to be utilised for an ever-new or ever-repeated becoming and for the mental, vital, physical action which helps him to grow into what he is to be and to express what he already is. The present totality of all this experience of consciousness and output of energy is co-ordinated for relation to his being, gathered into consistency around an ego-sense which formulates the habit of response of self-experience to the contacts of Nature in a persistent limited field of conscious being.
  It is this ego-sense that gives a first basis of coherence to what otherwise might be a string or mass of floating impressions: all that is so sensed is referred to a corresponding artificial centre of mental consciousness in the understanding, the ego-idea. This ego-sense in the life stuff and this ego-idea in the mind maintain a constructed symbol of self, the separative ego, which does duty for the hidden real self, the spirit or true being. The surface mental individuality is, in consequence, always ego-centric; even its altruism is an enlargement of its ego: the ego is the lynch-pin invented to hold together the motion of our wheel of nature. The necessity of centralisation around the ego continues until there is no longer need of any such device or contrivance because there

2.14_-_INSTRUCTION_TO_VAISHNAVS_AND_BRHMOS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  MASTER: "They are not eight bonds, but eight fetters. But what if they are? These fetters fall off in a moment, by the grace of God. Do you know what it is like? Suppose a room has been kept dark a thousand years. The moment a man brings a light into it, the darkness vanishes. Not little by little. Haven't you seen the magician's feat? He takes string with many knots, and ties one end to something, keeping the other in his hand. Then he shakes the string once or twice, and immediately all the knots come undone. But another man cannot untie the knots however he may try. All the knots of ignorance come undone in the twinkling of an eye, through the guru's grace.
  MASTER (to M.): "Once I thought, 'Why should I be one-sided?' Therefore I was initiated into Vaishnavism in Vrindvan and took the garb of a Vaishnava monk. I spent three days practising the Vaishnava discipline. Again, at Dakshineswar I was initiated into the mystery of Rm worship. I painted my forehead with a long mark and put on a string with a diamond round my neck. But after a few days I gave them up.
  "At the beginning of spiritual life the devotee should observe such rites as pilgrimage, putting a string of beads around his neck, and so forth. But outward ceremonies gradually drop off as he attains the goal, the vision of God. Then his only activity is the repetition of God's name, and contemplation and meditation on Him.
  MASTER (to Balarm's father): "The Kartabhajas group the devotees into four classes: the pravartaka, the sadhaka, the siddha, and the siddha of the siddha. The pravartaka, the beginner, puts the mark of his religion on his forehead, wears a string of beads around his neck, and observes other outer conventions. The sadhaka, the struggling devotee, does not care so much for elaborate rites. An example of this class is the Baul. The siddha, the perfect, firmly believes that God exists. The siddha of the siddha, the supremely perfect, like Chaitanya, not only has realized God but also has become intimate with Him and talks with Him all the time. This is the last limit of realization.
  "Aspirants endowed with rajas exhibit outward pomp-a string of beads around the neck, a mark on the forehead, an ochre robe, a silk cloth, a rosary with a gold bead, and so on. They are like stall-keepers advertising their wares with signboards.

2.15_-_LAST_VISIT_TO_KESHAB, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  They put a string across the land and say to each other, 'This side is mine, and that side is yours. God laughs and says to Himself, 'Why, this whole universe is Mine; and about a little clod they say, "This side is mine, and that side is yours"!'

2.16_-_WITH_THE_DEVOTEES_AT_DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  "I used to pray to the Mother, crying: 'Mother, if I do not find the devotees I'll surely die. Please bring them to me immediately.' In those days whatever desire arose in my mind would come to pass. I planted a tulsi-grove in the Panchavati in order to practise japa and meditation. I wanted very much to fence it around with bamboo sticks. Soon afterwards a bundle of bamboo sticks and some string were carried by the flood-tide of the Ganges right in front of the Panchavati. A temple servant noticed them and joyfully told me.
  Rma had married Sita after breaking the great bow of iva. On the way to Ayhodhya with His bride, Rma was confronted by the warrior sage Parasurama, who was about to make trouble for Him. Parasurama threw a bow at Rma and challenged Him to string it. Dasaratha, Rma's father, was seized with fear. With a smile, Rma took the bow in His left hand and strung it. Then twanging the bow-string, He fixed an arrow and asked Parasurama where to shoot it. That curbed the pride of the warrior sage. Prostrating himself before Rma, Parasurama worshipped Him as the Supreme Brahman.

2.17_-_M._AT_DAKSHINEWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  JADU (smiling): "That you may liberate them." (Laughter.) MASTER: "Flatterers think that the rich man will loosen his purse-strings for them. But it is very difficult to get anything from him. Once a jackal saw a bullock and would not give up his company. The bullock roamed about and the jackal followed him. The jackal thought: 'There hang the bullock's testicles. Some time or other they will drop to the ground and I shall eat them.' When the bullock slept on the ground, the jackal lay down too, and when the bullock moved about, the jackal followed him. Many days passed in this way, but the bullock's testicles still clung to his body. The jackal went away disappointed. (All laugh.) That also happens to flatterers."

2.20_-_2.29_-_RULES_FOR_HOUSEHOLDERS_AND_MONKS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  "From a distance a burnt string lying on the ground may look like a real one; but if you come near and blow at it, it disappears altogether. The anger and egotism of a Jnni are mere appearances; they are not real.
  High up they soar on the wind of hope, held fast by my's string.
  Upon the kite-strings Thou hast rubbed the manja-paste of worldliness,
  MASTER: "'My's string' means wife and children.
  Upon the kite-strings Thou hast rubbed the manja-paste of worldliness.
  "The misfortune that befalls a man on account of his egotism can be realized if you only think of the condition of the calf. The calf says, 'Hamma! Hamma!' that is, 'I! I!' And just look at its misfortune! At times it is yoked to the plough and made to work in the field from sunup to sundown, rain or shine. Again, it may be slaughtered by the butcher. In that case the flesh is eaten and the skin tanned into hide. From the hide shoes are made. People put on these shoes and walk on the rough ground. Still that is not the end of its misfortunes. Drums are made from its skin and mercilessly beaten with sticks. At last its entrails are made into strings for the bow used in carding cotton. When used by the carder the string gives the sound 'Tuhu! Tuhu!','Thou! Thou!'-that is, 'It is Thou, O
  Pundit Shashadhar, a man of fair complexion and no longer young, had a string of rudraksha beads around his neck. He was one of the renowned Sanskrit scholars of his time-a pillar of orthodox Hinduism, which had reasserted itself after the first wave of Christianity and Western culture had passed over Hindu society. His clear exposition of the Hindu scriptures, his ringing sincerity, and, his stirring eloquence had brought back a large number of the educated young Hindus of Bengal to the religion of their forefathers.
  "A man with rajasic bhakti feels like making a display of his devotion before others. He worships the Deity with 'sixteen ingredients', enters the temple wearing a silk cloth, and puts around his neck a string of rudrksha beads interspersed here and there with beads of gold and ruby.
  The Bauls from Shibpur began to sing to the accompaniment of a stringed instrument. A line in the first song was:
  Arrangements were being made for Narendra to sing: While he was tuning the Tnpura, one of the strings snapped, and the Master exclaimed, "Oh! What have you done?"

2.2.3_-_The_Aitereya_Upanishad, #Kena and Other Upanishads, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  6. And because he knew this, therefore when the strings of the
  body were snapped asunder, lo he soared forth into yonder

2.30_-_2.39_-_THE_MASTER_IN_VARIOUS_MOODS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  "The characteristics of sattva, rajas, and tamas are very different. Egotism sleep, gluttony, lust, anger, and the like, are the traits of' people with tamas. Men with rajas entangle themselves in many activities. Such a man has clothes all spick and span. His house is immaculately clean. A portrait of the Queen hangs on a wall in his drawing-room. When he worships God he wears a silk cloth. He has a string of rudraksha beads around his neck, and in between the beads he puts a few gold ones. When someone comes to visit the worship hall in his house, he himself acts as guide. After showing the hall, he says to the visitor: 'Please come this way, sir. There are other things too-the floor of white marble and the natmandir with its exquisite carvings.' When he gives in charity he makes a show of it. But a man endowed with sattva is quiet and peaceful. So far as dress is concerned, anything will do. He earns only enough money to give his stomach the simplest of food; he never flatters men to get money. His house is out of repair. He never worries about his children's clothing. He does not hanker for name and fame. His worship, charity, and meditation are all done in secret; people do not know, about them at all. He meditates inside his mosquito curtain. People think he doesn't sleep well at night and for that reason sleeps late in the morning. Sattva is the last step of the stairs; next is the roof. As soon as sattva is acquired there is no further delay in attaining God. One step forward and God is realized. (To the sub-judge) Didn't you say that all men were equal? Now you see that there are so many varieties of human nature.
  MASTER (smiling): "Let me tell you. At a certain place there is a goldsmith's shop. The workers there are known as pious Vaishnavas: they have strings of beads around their necks, religious marks on their foreheads, and bags containing rosaries in their hands.
  O my lute of a single string!

2.40_-_2.49_-_THE_MASTER_AT_THE_HOUSES_OF_BALARM_AND_GIRISH, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  M: "It has two strings, sir."
  "The cow suffers so much because she says, 'Hamba! Hamba!', that is, 'I! I!' She is yoked to the plough all day long, rain or shine. Or she is slaughtered by the butcher. But even that doesn't put an end to her misery. The cobbler tans her hide to make shoes from it. At last the carder makes a string for his bow from her entrails and uses the string in carding; then it says, 'Tuhu! Tuhu!', that is, 'Thou! Thou!' Only then does the cow's suffering come to an end.
  The strings will waken, at your touch,
  But over-slack the strings are mute,
  The strings will waken, at your touch, To rarest melodies. . .

2_-_Other_Hymns_to_Agni, #Hymns to the Mystic Fire, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  2. Fire who is like the string of speeding chariots to a competitor in the race; O all-seeing universal mind, laud him with the word.
  as charioteers follow a path; therefore in fear I came far
  away, O Varuna. I started back as a gaur from the bowstring
  of the archer.

3.08_-_The_Myster_of_Love, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Obedience is the sign of the servant, but that is the lowest stage of this relation, dasya. Afterwards we do not obey, but move to his will as the string replies to the finger of the musician.

3.09_-_Of_Silence_and_Secrecy, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  and obtained His result.3
  It may be conceded in any cases that the long strings of formidable words which roar and moan through so many conjurations
  have a real effect in exalting the consciousness of the Magician to

3-5_Full_Circle, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  I was, of course, elated. This would transform our invisible college into the visible executor of the fatally unfinished part of the Royal Society's program of 1663. Mr. Moon proposed that six eminent scientists be invited from Europe, four from Asia, and ten from America. He suggested that we invite fifty or sixty observers, and that C.U.R.E's membership be expanded to all the continents.
  I replied that if no strings were attached--if C.U.R.E. could decide all questions of subject, persons, discussions, and so forth without interference from his Church of any sort, C.U.R.E., Inc. would gladly accept this offer.
  Mr. Moon assured me that there would be no interference on the part of the Unification Church, just as there had been none with my courses at Southern Connecticut State College. He concluded by asking me to draw up a budget--including aeroplane tickets, a first class hotel, and all the rest--and to submit it to him as soon as possible.

3_-_Commentaries_and_Annotated_Translations, #Hymns to the Mystic Fire, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  is the one great tone swelling through its thousand undertones.
  And as our fingers fall on string after string of this mighty and
  many-stringed harp of God, they return always one cry, the cry
  of joyous battle, of war between Deva and Daitya, between mortality and immortality, between man's temporary imperfection
  the human mind must be linked, which has not been written
  by lunatics or is not merely a string of disconnected cries. It
  is impossible to suppose that these Rishis, competent metrists,

4.06_-_Purification-the_Lower_Mentality, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  To rid the Prana of desire and incidentally to reverse the ordinary poise of our nature and turn the vital being from a troublesomely dominant power into the obedient instrument of a free and unattached mind, is then the first step in purification. As this deformation of the psychical Prana is corrected, the purification of the rest of the intermediary parts of the antahkarana is facilitated, and when that correction is completed, their purification too can be easily made absolute. These intermediary parts are the emotional mind, the receptive sensational mind and the active sensational mind or mind of dynamic impulse. They all hang together in a strongly knotted interaction. The deformation of the emotional mind hinges upon the duality of liking and disliking, raga-dvesa, emotional attraction and repulsion. All the complexity of our emotions and their tyranny over the soul arise from the habitual responses of the soul of desire in the emotions and sensations to these attractions and .repulsions. Love and hatred, hope and fear, grief and joy all have their founts in this one source. We like, love, welcome, hope for, joy in whatever our nature, the first habit of our being, or else a formed (often perverse) habit, the second nature of our being, presents to the mind as pleasant, priyam; we hate, dislike, fear, have repulsion from or grief of whatever it presents to us as unpleasant, apriyam. This habit of the emotional nature gets into the way of the intelligent will and makes it often a helpless slave of the emotional being or at least prevents it from exercising a free judgment and government of the nature. This deformation has to be corrected. By getting rid of desire in the psychic Prana and its intermiscence in the emotional mind, we facilitate the correction. For then attachment, which is the strong bond of the heart, falls away from the heart-strings; the involuntary habit of ragadvesa remains, but, not being made obstinate by attachment, it can be dealt with more easily by the will and the intelligence. The restless heart can be conquered and get rid of the habit of attraction and repulsion.

5.1.01_-_Ilion, #Collected Poems, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Mingled unseen in the mellay, or sometimes, marvellous, maskless,
  Forms of undying beauty and power that made tremble the heart-strings
  Parting their deathless secrecy crossed through the borders of vision,
  So Talthybius spoke, as a harper voicing his prelude
  Touches his strings to a varied music, seeks for a concord;
  Long his strain he prepares. But one broke in on the speaker, -
  Shaped by the gods indeed, and my spirit revolted from hatred, -
  Softening it yearned in its strings to the beauty and joy of its foemen,
  Yearned from the death that o'ertakes and the flame that cries and desires
  Softened with touches of music thoughts that were hard to be suffered,
  Sweet like a string that is lightly struck, but it penetrates wholly.
  Yearning she bent to his feet, to the sandal-strings of her lover;
  Then as she gazed up, changed grew her mood; for the Daemon within her
  Not as a foe then, O King, who angered sharpens his arrows,
  Fits his wrath and hate to the bow and aims at the heart-strings
  But from the Argive front Acirrous loosed by Tydides
  Parted as hastens a shaft from the string and he sped on intently
  Swift where the beaches were bare or threading the gaps of the nations;
  They in the glens of Olympus, they by the waters of Ida
  Or in their temples worshipped in vain or with heart-strings of mortals
  Sated their vast desire and enjoying the world and each other
  Always then shall desire and passion strive with Ananke?
  Conquer the cry of your heart-strings that man too may conquer his sorrow,
  Stilled in his yearnings. Cease, O ye gods, from the joy of rebellion.
  There where the senses swoon but the heart is delivered by rapture:
  Never my touch can cling to his soul nor reply from his heart-strings.
  Paris' fatal shafts sang joyously now from the bowstring.
  But let my country live and her foes be slain on her beaches."
  So he spoke and fitted another shaft to the bowstring.
  None now dared to confront her burning eyes; the boldest
  Shuddered back from her spear and the cry of her tore at their heart-strings.

6.09_-_Imaginary_Visions, #The Interior Castle or The Mansions, #Saint Teresa of Avila, #Christianity
  19. Know that for having received many favours of this kind, you will not merit more glory but will be the more stringently obliged to serve, since you have received more. God does not deprive us of anything by which we merit more, for this remains in our own control.
  There are many saints who never knew what it was to receive one such favour, while others who have received them are not saints at all. Do not imagine that these gifts are continually bestowed; indeed, for one that is granted, the soul bears many a cross, so that instead of longing to receive more favours, it only strives to use them better.

7.6.03_-_Who_art_thou_that_camest, #Collected Poems, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Captured the heart renouncing
  Tautness of passion-worn strings
  Allows the wide-wayed sweetness

Aeneid, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  out of their quivers. The first steel to cleave
  the winged air, through the sky, from its shrill string:
  the shaft shot by the son of Hyrtacus;
  recall the spirit of his wife, relying
  upon his Thracian lyre's enchanting strings,
  if Pollux could redeem his brother by
  with seven tones; and now his fingers strike
  the strings, and now his quill of ivory.
  The ancient race of Teucer, too, is here,
  These bragging words and warnings were too much.
  Ascanius drew back his horse-gut bowstring,
  his arrow, stretched his arms apart, and pausing,
  then thundered on the left. That very instant
  the fatal bowstring twangs. The arrow, taut,
  speeds on with dreadful hissing, driving through
  he catches Gyges, whom he hamstrings; seizing
  their spears, he hurls them at the fleeing crowd
  who always took delight in lyre and song
  and setting measured music on the strings;
  he always sang of horses, warriors, wars.
  and some with stones, and some cast firebrands
  or fit bowstrings with arrows. In the thick
  the Dardan boy himself, the favored one
  the arrow's iron tip, until her right
  could feel the bowstring and her breast. At once
  he heard the hissing shaft, the whirring air;
  to earth. Just as an arrow that is driven
  from bowstring through a cloud, an arrow tipped
  in gall and venom, an incurable shaft,

Agenda_Vol_10, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  of degrees. The "lines of force" you felt are simply the little strings I hung here and there to try
  and hook people on to the true lines of force that seem to elude them completely, because they

Agenda_Vol_4, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  of the time, or else Destiny (either their character or Fate, Destiny). They were all like puppets on
  strings. Now, they are conscious beings - they're BEGINNING, they're beginning to be conscious.
  The proportion has changed.

Agenda_Vol_5, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  exist a little more: instead of a nothing, it's a super-nothing - you see, Nirvana is at the door if you don't
  hold my string firmly in your hands.
  Why do I have to write all those lines in ink when it would be so much simpler to think of you, and

Agenda_Vol_7, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  impregnate the instrument; but to me it's like an empty shell, with no soul behind it: it's an empty shell.
  You see, a sounding board responds a lot; in a piano, the sounding board, the keys, the strings, it all
  responds; it responds to the force. You can even make them vibrate without touching them. While this
  are trying. Because everywhere people (it's a sort of superstition), everywhere people say, "No, I'll
  open my purse strings only with UNESCO's approval and encouragement" - I am talking about those
  whose contribution matters, lots of people, so...

Agenda_Vol_9, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  me, I think it was to take the place of Nature and pull people's strings.... So then they panic, they get
  terrified... - they should just go to the next floor up. What should be given them is the key to open the
  It's worth trying.... At any rate, I find it's better to be the master rather than the slave. The feeling of
  being pulled by strings and being made to do things you may or may not want to do is a rather
  unpleasant sensation.... It's quite irksome. Well, I don't know, I, for one, found it quite irksome even

Appendix_4_-_Priest_Spells, #Advanced Dungeons and Dragons 2E, #unset, #Hinduism
        By casting this spell, the priest creates a powerful magic aura in some specially prepared object--a string of prayer beads, a small clay tablet, an ivory baton, etc. This object radiates magic, for it contains the power to instantaneously transport its possessor to the sanctuary of the priest who created its magic. Once the item is enchanted, the priest must give it willingly to an individual, at the same time informing him of a command word to be spoken when the item is to be used. To make use of the item, the recipient must speak the command word at the same time that he rends or breaks the item. When this is done, the individual and all that he is wearing and carrying (up to the maximum encumbrance limit for the character) are instantly transported to the sanctuary of the priest, just as if the individual were capable of speaking a word of recall spell. No other creatures can be affected.

Big_Mind_(ten_perfections), #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  At the same time, I don't need to judge him and I don't need to dictate what he does with my gift.
  It's the same with the teaching. I cannot and do not have any expectations or strings attached to what people do with the teachings. Years ago I did. Up to about 1999, I think I really wanted people to use whatever teaching Genpo gave them to further and deepen their practice, to become clearer, to train harder, to sit more, to do better. That was frustrating, it finally ended up with Genpo's burnout in 1994. I don't think he got all the way through that burnout until 1999 with his discovery of the Big Mind process, but even so he found himself attached to his hope and expectation that people really get the process, one hundred percent. It took a few more years before he truly was able to let that go and not care. Since then the process has been far more successful.
  Now I just give it away. What people do with it is up to them. It's a gift. They can trash it, they can use it, maybe in another lifetime, maybe this lifetime. They can appreciate it or they can reject it. When he first started doing Big Mind, he wanted people at least to appreciate it. I remember that if there were a hundred people in the room, and maybe five people went away not feeling they really got it, then of course he was disappointed, and they were disappointed. That's pretty good, ninety-five percent, that's not bad, right?
  I'm just here to have fun with you. I hope you have fun, but if you don't, that's OK.
  You know, it's a play, enjoy yourself. I think there's nothing more exciting than discovering who you are." They don't have to appreciate it, I give it freely. There are no strings attached. What they want to do with it, that's entirely up to them.
  Now I remember one great master, his name was Yamada Roshi. Genpo spent some time with him just before he died, in his eighties. One day Yamada Roshi told him,
  "You know it wasn't till my seventies that I really got to the place where I didn't care about what people thought of me, or expected of me, or how they saw me. What a liberation! There's nothing like it." But, he said, "until I was seventy or so, I still cared. I still cared how people saw me, what they thought of me, how they appreciated me or didn't. I cared. What a relief when I no longer cared."
  That's so important. I call it 'not caring.' I know that sounds kind of negative, however it's really not having any strings attached to what we give or what we offer.
  Say we give our children money, and they go out and buy candy. All right, that's what they do. If we want them to buy something else, well then give them that, instead of giving them the money, because once you give it away, you've given it away. Let it go, and that will save you so much pain and grief.
  FACILITATOR: Where were you as Generosity while Genpo was grudging, or having expectations?
  GENEROSITY: I was there and it was generosity, but he still had strings attached. I think there can be different kinds of generosity. There can be freely giving, and there can be giving with an expectation, and that expectation could be just to be appreciated. In other words, if it's really freely given, then no one even has to know who gave it.
  There doesn't have to be any hope of gratitude or appreciation for what you've given.
  Mind. I think in our society we're very concerned about how little we care, how selfish and greedy we are, and we realize that we need to care more, we need to have more compassion, we need to have more empathy, we need all that. But what we don't see is the other side of the coin: in some ways we care too much, or we could say we are too attached, and that keeps us from being really free, happy and joyful. If we were free, happy and joyful, everything would flow better, our lives and the whole world.
  Can you imagine a world where everybody was free, happy and joyful, where everybody came from a place of generosity and giving freely without any strings attached? Can you just imagine this world? It's almost impossible to imagine, it would be such a different place.
  Well, that's our work. That's what we're here to do. That's what this book's about.

BOOK_II._--_PART_II._THE_ARCHAIC_SYMBOLISM_OF_THE_WORLD-RELIGIONS, #The Secret Doctrine, #H P Blavatsky, #Theosophy
  character, and the sacred office of all those men, but certainly not their personalities. Enoch is the
  seventh Patriarch; Orpheus is the possessor of the phorminx, the 7-stringed lyre, which is the sevenfold mystery of initiation. Thoth, with the seven-rayed Solar Discus on his head, travels in the Solar
  boat, the 365 degrees, jumping out every fourth (leap) year for one day. Finally, Thoth-Lunus is the
  attendants, to Osiris, whose body was divided into seven and twice seven parts; to Apollo (the Sun),
  between his seven planets, and playing the hymn to the seven-rayed on his seven-stringed harp; to
  Minerva, the fatherless and the motherless, and others.

BOOK_I._--_PART_I._COSMIC_EVOLUTION, #The Secret Doctrine, #H P Blavatsky, #Theosophy
  Pull the "string" to pieces and cut it up in shreds, if you will. As for the nosegay of FACTS -- you will
  never be able to make away with these. You can only ignore them, and no more.
  It was asked: "What planets, of those known to ordinary science, besides Mercury, belong to our
  system of worlds?" Now if by "System of Worlds" our terrestrial chain or "string" was intended in the
  mind of the querist, instead of the "Solar System of Worlds," as it should have been, then of course
  being the same in kind, are on the same layer of differentiated matter. . . . . What I wrote was 'The
  minor Pralaya concerns only our little stringS OF GLOBES.' (We called chains 'strings' in those
  days of lip-confusion.) . . . 'To such a string our Earth belongs.' This ought to have shown plainly that
  the other planets were also 'strings' or CHAINS. . . If he (meaning the objector) would perceive even
  the dim silhouette of one of such 'planets' on the higher planes, he has to first throw off even the thin
  the hidden meaning of Apollo's HEPTACHORD -- the lyre of the radiant god, in each of the seven
  strings of which dwelleth the Spirit, Soul and Astral body of the Kosmos, whose shell only has now
  fallen into the hands of Modern Science. . . . . . Be prudent, we say, prudent and wise, and above all

BOOK_I._--_PART_III._SCIENCE_AND_THE_SECRET_DOCTRINE_CONTRASTED, #The Secret Doctrine, #H P Blavatsky, #Theosophy
  SOME years ago we remarked* that "the Esoteric Doctrine may well be called the 'thread-doctrine,'
  since, like Sutratman, in the Vedanta philosophy,** it passes through and strings together all the
  ancient philosophical religious systems, and reconciles and explains them all." We say now it does

Book_of_Genesis, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various
  17 Cain made love to his wife, and she became pregnant and gave birth to Enoch. Cain was then building a city, and he named it after his son Enoch. 18 To Enoch was born Irad, and Irad was the father of Mehujael, and Mehujael was the father of Methushael, and Methushael was the father of Lamech. 19 Lamech married two women, one named Adah and the other Zillah. 20 Adah gave birth to Jabal; he was the father of those who live in tents and raise livestock. 21 His brothers name was Jubal; he was the father of all who play stringed instruments and pipes. 22 Zillah also had a son, Tubal-Cain, who forged all kinds of tools out of bronze and iron. Tubal-Cains sister was Naamah.

Book_of_Psalms, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various
  A Psalm of David.
  For the leader, with stringed instruments, "upon the eighth."

  this heart, thy vassal, that thus in anguish pines for love of thee."
  So he went on stringing together these and other absurdities, all in the style of those his books had taught him,
  imitating their language as well as he could; and all the while he rode so slowly and the sun mounted so

class, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
     2 the Temple of Remembrance
     2 string
     2 Sri Aurobindo" | grep "class

COSA_-_BOOK_III, #The Confessions of Saint Augustine, #Saint Augustine of Hippo, #Christianity
  rule, either singly, or two combined, or all together; and so do men
  live ill against the three, and seven, that psaltery of of ten strings,
  Thy Ten Commandments, O God, most high, and most sweet. But what foul

Evening_Talks_With_Sri_Aurobindo, #Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Disciple: One friend V used to put a cotton string into his nose for his cold.
  Why go further, even in our Ashram the Mothers cat Chikou was unusually clever. One day she was confined in a room and it was discovered that she was trying to open the window in exactly the same way as the Mother used to do. Evidently she had watched the Mother doing it before going to the window and taking up the string.
  Disciple: Everybody cannot appreciate or form a critical judgement about music. There has to be training and also aesthetic faculty. One can see in Bhishmadave and Biren that they have not merely technical perfection and rhythm but also they enter into the spirit of music. And there one can see that it is the notes, the musical value of notes that create the atmosphere specially in the case of Biren who merely by playing on string instrument succeeds in creating a fine atmosphere.

Guru_Granth_Sahib_first_part, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Countless heroic spiritual warriors, who bear the brunt of the attack in battle (who with their mouths eat steel).
  Countless silent sages, vibrating the string of His Love.
  How can Your Creative Potency be described?
  Let spiritual wisdom be your food, and compassion your attendant. The Sound-current of the Naad vibrates in each and every heart.
  He Himself is the Supreme Master of all; wealth and miraculous spiritual powers, and all other external tastes and pleasures, are all like beads on a string.
  Union with Him, and separation from Him, come by His Will. We come to receive what is written in our destiny.

Liber_71_-_The_Voice_of_the_Silence_-_The_Two_Paths_-_The_Seven_Portals, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
   billions of profit to be made in some future year. It requires no great
   ability to string a row of zeros after a significant figure until the
   ink runs out. What is wanted is the actual balance of the week.
   cloak; it must be a real indifference. Desire of any kind must really
   be conquered, for of course every desire is as it were a string on you
   to pull you in some direction, and it must be remembered that Nirvana
   number of jewels, and the wretched intellectuals who edited his work
   have added bits of glass to make up the string. The result has been
   that many scholars have thought that the whole psychology of the East
   Gates at once.
   23. Disciples may be likened to the strings of the soul-echoing Vin;
   mankind, unto its sounding board; the hand that sweeps it to the
   tuneful breath of the GREAT WORLD-SOUL. The string that fails to answer
   'neath the Master's touch in dulcet harmony with ah the others,

Maps_of_Meaning_text, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology
  presence of that commonality. Perhaps it would be reasonable, then, to describe the nature of the universal
  patterns in narrative while placing a variety of additional and stringent constraints on that description, for
  the sake of caution (given the difficulty of verifying interpretive theories.) First, let us make the
  immediate present and over the longer course of time. As such, a given cultural structure necessarily must
  meet a number of stringent and severely constrained requirements: (1) it must be self-maintaining (in that it
  promotes activities that allow it to retain its central form); (2) it must be sufficiently flexible to allow for
  utopian ideologies, even in the skeptical twentieth century, is evidence for the stringent difficulty of this
  final requirement.
  Human morality is exploratory activity (and allowance for such), undertaken in a sufficiently stable
  social context, operating within stringent limitations, embodied in action, secondarily represented,
  communicated and abstractly elaborated in episodic and semantic memory. Such morality act and thought

Sayings_of_Sri_Ramakrishna_(text), #Sayings of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  are made of its hide produce the same sound of 'Ham', 'I'. The creature does not learn humility until the
  cotton-carder makes bow-strings out of its entrails; for it is then that the animal's intestines sing out
  227. Out of the myriads of paper kites that are seen flying in the air, only one or two get free by the
  snapping of the string. So out of hundreds of aspirants practicing spiritual disciples only one or two get
  free from worldly bondage.
  fittings and furniture in his house, and he never seeks to rise in the world through flattery.
  The Rajasic devotee has perhaps distinctive sectarian marks on his body and a string of beads round his
  neck, with perhaps a few golden ones interspersed. He is particular about outward observances such as
  marrow, and so on, and within them all is Prema.
  776. Prema is like a string in the hands of the devotee, with which he binds to himself that
  Sachchidananda viz., God. The devotee holds the Lord, so to speak, under his control. God comes to him

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