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The Room ::: A metaphor for Solar Consciousness: attempts to describe the state in terms of an empty room that can be decorated comfortably by the deeper mind through training in morality and adhering to a higher calling.


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1:Utter SILENCE must be observed in the room. Whoever pronounces a word in the presence of Sri Aurobindo will have to leave the place immediately. ~ The Mother, Words Of The Mother I ,
2:31. For your exercise this week, visualize your friend, see him exactly as you last saw him, see the room, the furniture, recall the conversation, now see his face, see it distinctly, now talk to him about some subject of mutual interest; see his expression change, watch him smile. Can you do this? All right, you can; then arouse his interest, tell him a story of adventure, see his eyes light up with the spirit of fun or excitement. Can you do all of this? If so, your imagination is good, you are making excellent progress. ~ Charles F Haanel, The Master Key System ,
3:10.: I do not know whether I have put this clearly; self-knowledge is of such consequence that I would not have you careless of it, though you may be lifted to heaven in prayer, because while on earth nothing is more needful than humility. Therefore, I repeat, not only a good way, but the best of all ways, is to endeavour to enter first by the room where humility is practised, which is far better than at once rushing on to the others. This is the right road;-if we know how easy and safe it is to walk by it, why ask for wings with which to fly? Let us rather try to learn how to advance quickly. I believe we shall never learn to know ourselves except by endeavouring to know God, for, beholding His greatness we are struck by our own baseness, His purity shows our foulness, and by meditating on His humility we find how very far we are from being humble. ~ Saint Teresa of Avila, The Interior Castle 1.02,
4:Sri Ramakrishna has described the incident: "The Divine Mother revealed to me in the Kāli temple that it was She who had become everything. She showed me that everything was full of Consciousness. The image was Consciousness, the Altar was Consciousness, the water-vessels were Consciousness, the door-sill was Consciousness, the marble floor was Consciousness - all was Consciousness. I found everything inside the room soaked, as it were, in Bliss - the Bliss of God. I saw a wicked man in front of the Kāli temple; but in him also I saw the power of the Divine Mother vibrating. That was why I fed a cat with the food that was to be offered to the Divine Mother. I clearly perceived that all this was the Divine Mother - even the cat. The manager of the temple garden wrote to Mathur Bābu saying that I was feeding the cat with the offering intended for the Divine Mother. ~ Sri Ramakrishna, Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna ,
5:... Every one knew how laborious the usual method is of attaining to arts and sciences; whereas, by his contrivance, the most ignorant person, at a reasonable charge, and with a little bodily labour, might write books in philosophy, poetry, politics, laws, mathematics, and theology, without the least assistance from genius or study." He then led me to the frame, about the sides, whereof all his pupils stood in ranks. It was twenty feet square, placed in the middle of the room. The superfices was composed of several bits of wood, about the bigness of a die, but some larger than others. They were all linked together by slender wires. These bits of wood were covered, on every square, with paper pasted on them; and on these papers were written all the words of their language, in their several moods, tenses, and declensions; but without any order. The professor then desired me "to observe; for he was going to set his engine at work." The pupils, at his command, took each of them hold of an iron handle, whereof there were forty fixed round the edges of the frame; and giving them a sudden turn, the whole disposition of the words was entirely changed. He then commanded six-and-thirty of the lads, to read the several lines softly, as they appeared upon the frame; and where they found three or four words together that might make part of a sentence, they dictated to the four remaining boys, who were scribes. This work was repeated three or four times, and at every turn, the engine was so contrived, that the words shifted into new places, as the square bits of wood moved upside down. ~ Jonathan Swift, Gullivers Travels ,
6:Of course we do." Dresden's voice was cutting. "But you're thinking too small. Building humanity's greatest empire is like building the world's largest anthill. Insignificant. There is a civilization out there that built the protomolecule and hurled it at us over two billion years ago. They were already gods at that point. What have they become since then? With another two billion years to advance?" With a growing dread, Holden listened to Dresden speak. This speech had the air of something spoken before. Perhaps many times. And it had worked. It had convinced powerful people. It was why Protogen had stealth ships from the Earth shipyards and seemingly limitless behind-the-scenes support. "We have a terrifying amount of catching up to do, gentlemen," Dresden was saying. "But fortunately we have the tool of our enemy to use in doing it." "Catching up?" a soldier to Holden's left said. Dresden nodded at the man and smiled. "The protomolecule can alter the host organism at the molecular level; it can create genetic change on the fly. Not just DNA, but any stable replicatoR But it is only a machine. It doesn't think. It follows instructions. If we learn how to alter that programming, then we become the architects of that change." Holden interrupted. "If it was supposed to wipe out life on Earth and replace it with whatever the protomolecule's creators wanted, why turn it loose?" "Excellent question," Dresden said, holding up one finger like a college professor about to deliver a lecture. "The protomolecule doesn't come with a user's manual. In fact, we've never before been able to actually watch it carry out its program. The molecule requires significant mass before it develops enough processing power to fulfill its directives. Whatever they are." Dresden pointed at the screens covered with data around them. "We are going to watch it at work. See what it intends to do. How it goes about doing it. And, hopefully, learn how to change that program in the process." "You could do that with a vat of bacteria," Holden said. "I'm not interested in remaking bacteria," Dresden said. "You're fucking insane," Amos said, and took another step toward Dresden. Holden put a hand on the big mechanic's shoulder. "So," Holden said. "You figure out how the bug works, and then what?" "Then everything. Belters who can work outside a ship without wearing a suit. Humans capable of sleeping for hundreds of years at a time flying colony ships to the stars. No longer being bound to the millions of years of evolution inside one atmosphere of pressure at one g, slaves to oxygen and water. We decide what we want to be, and we reprogram ourselves to be that. That's what the protomolecule gives us." Dresden had stood back up as he'd delivered this speech, his face shining with the zeal of a prophet. "What we are doing is the best and only hope of humanity's survival. When we go out there, we will be facing gods." "And if we don't go out?" Fred asked. He sounded thoughtful. "They've already fired a doomsday weapon at us once," Dresden said. The room was silent for a moment. Holden felt his certainty slip. He hated everything about Dresden's argument, but he couldn't quite see his way past it. He knew in his bones that something about it was dead wrong, but he couldn't find the words. Naomi's voice startled him. "Did it convince them?" she asked. "Excuse me?" Dresden said. "The scientists. The technicians. Everyone you needed to make it happen. They actually had to do this. They had to watch the video of people dying all over Eros. They had to design those radioactive murder chambers. So unless you managed to round up every serial killer in the solar system and send them through a postgraduate program, how did you do this?" "We modified our science team to remove ethical restraints." Half a dozen clues clicked into place in Holden's head. ~ James S A Corey, Leviathan Wakes ,
7:Why do we forget our dreams? Because you do not dream always at the same place. It is not always the same part of your being that dreams and it is not at the same place that you dream. If you were in conscious, direct, continuous communication with all the parts of your being, you would remember all your dreams. But very few parts of the being are in communication. For example, you have a dream in the subtle physical, that is to say, quite close to the physical. Generally, these dreams occur in the early hours of the morning, that is between four and five o'clock, at the end of the sleep. If you do not make a sudden movement when you wake up, if you remain very quiet, very still and a little attentive - quietly attentive - and concentrated, you will remember them, for the communication between the subtle physical and the physical is established - very rarely is there no communication. Now, dreams are mostly forgotten because you have a dream while in a certain state and then pass into another. For instance, when you sleep, your body is asleep, your vital is asleep, but your mind is still active. So your mind begins to have dreams, that is, its activity is more or less coordinated, the imagination is very active and you see all kinds of things, take part in extraordinary happenings.... After some time, all that calms down and the mind also begins to doze. The vital that was resting wakes up; it comes out of the body, walks about, goes here and there, does all kinds of things, reacts, sometimes fights, and finally eats. It does all kinds of things. The vital is very adventurous. It watches. When it is heroic it rushes to save people who are in prison or to destroy enemies or it makes wonderful discoveries. But this pushes back the whole mental dream very far behind. It is rubbed off, forgotten: naturally you cannot remember it because the vital dream takes its place. But if you wake up suddenly at that moment, you remember it. There are people who have made the experiment, who have got up at certain fixed hours of the night and when they wake up suddenly, they do remember. You must not move brusquely, but awake in the natural course, then you remember. After a time, the vital having taken a good stroll, needs to rest also, and so it goes into repose and quietness, quite tired at the end of all kinds of adventures. Then something else wakes up. Let us suppose that it is the subtle physical that goes for a walk. It starts moving and begins wandering, seeing the rooms and... why, this thing that was there, but it has come here and that other thing which was in that room is now in this one, and so on. If you wake up without stirring, you remembeR But this has pushed away far to the back of the consciousness all the stories of the vital. They are forgotten and so you cannot recollect your dreams. But if at the time of waking up you are not in a hurry, you are not obliged to leave your bed, on the contrary you can remain there as long as you wish, you need not even open your eyes; you keep your head exactly where it was and you make yourself like a tranquil mirror within and concentrate there. You catch just a tiny end of the tail of your dream. You catch it and start pulling gently, without stirring in the least. You begin pulling quite gently, and then first one part comes, a little later another. You go backward; the last comes up first. Everything goes backward, slowly, and suddenly the whole dream reappears: "Ah, there! it was like that." Above all, do not jump up, do not stir; you repeat the dream to yourself several times - once, twice - until it becomes clear in all its details. Once that dream is settled, you continue not to stir, you try to go further in, and suddenly you catch the tail of something else. It is more distant, more vague, but you can still seize it. And here also you hang on, get hold of it and pull, and you see that everything changes and you enter another world; all of a sudden you have an extraordinary adventure - it is another dream. You follow the same process. You repeat the dream to yourself once, twice, until you are sure of it. You remain very quiet all the time. Then you begin to penetrate still more deeply into yourself, as though you were going in very far, very far; and again suddenly you see a vague form, you have a feeling, a sensation... like a current of air, a slight breeze, a little breath; and you say, "Well, well...." It takes a form, it becomes clear - and the third category comes. You must have a lot of time, a lot of patience, you must be very quiet in your mind and body, very quiet, and you can tell the story of your whole night from the end right up to the beginning. Even without doing this exercise which is very long and difficult, in order to recollect a dream, whether it be the last one or the one in the middle that has made a violent impression on your being, you must do what I have said when you wake up: take particular care not even to move your head on the pillow, remain absolutely still and let the dream return. Some people do not have a passage between one state and another, there is a little gap and so they leap from one to the other; there is no highway passing through all the states of being with no break of the consciousness. A small dark hole, and you do not remember. It is like a precipice across which one has to extend the consciousness. To build a bridge takes a very long time; it takes much longer than building a physical bridge.... Very few people want to and know how to do it. They may have had magnificent activities, they do not remember them or sometimes only the last, the nearest, the most physical activity, with an uncoordinated movement - dreams having no sense. But there are as many different kinds of nights and sleep as there are different days and activities. There are not many days that are alike, each day is different. The days are not the same, the nights are not the same. You and your friends are doing apparently the same thing, but for each one it is very different. And each one must have his own procedure. Why are two dreams never alike?Because all things are different. No two minutes are alike in the universe and it will be so till the end of the universe, no two minutes will ever be alike. And men obstinately want to make rules! One must do this and not that.... Well! we must let people please themselves. You could have put to me a very interesting question: "Why am I fourteen years old today?" Intelligent people will say: "It is because it is the fourteenth year since you were born." That is the answer of someone who believes himself to be very intelligent. But there is another reason. I shall tell this to you alone.... I have drowned you all sufficiently well! Now you must begin to learn swimming! ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1953 36?,

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1:She looked across the room at ,
2:I quickly crossed the room ~ Michael Connelly,
3:the room leaped to darkness. ~ John Steinbeck,
4:bullies the light out of the room. ~ Ian Caldwell,
5:Quite like old times,' the room says. ~ Jean Rhys,
6:he trudged across the room, and ~ Vannetta Chapman,
7:I threw my kindle across the room. ~ Penelope Ward,
8:When I walk into the room, I own it! ~ NeNe Leakes,
9:looked around the room at each person. ~ Terri Reid,
10:The room pulsed with feeling, ~ Leslie Marmon Silko,
11:The room? Why am I not surprised? ~ Lisa Scottoline,
12:Well. Now she had the room’s attention. ~ Anonymous,
13:His laugh cartwheels across the room. ~ Jandy Nelson,
14:Death is the room that is always empty. ~ John Fowles,
15:From across the room, Mama watched them, ~ Lois Lowry,
16:Sometimes film kills the room to dream. ~ David Lynch,
17:Sunshine, the old clown, rims the room. ~ John Updike,
18:the far side of the room, the anagram ~ Gillian Flynn,
19:Mediocrity is the elephant in the room. ~ Kevin Spacey,
20:The room smells of still air and time. Zoey ~ Joe Hart,
21:the room and her appearance startled him. ~ Beth Brower,
22:The room is the beginning of architecture. ~ Louis Kahn,
23:The room was empty without him. No, the ~ Carolyn Brown,
24:Alone. Is the room to be got ready upstairs? ~ Leo Tolstoy,
25:I'd call you a genius, but I'm in the room. ~ David Tennant,
26:Never be the brightest person in the room. ~ James D Watson,
27:Something unspeakable left the room. ~ William Peter Blatty,
28:This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper. ~ Tom Robbins,
29:And Sylvia Tietjens wavered into the room. ~ Ford Madox Ford,
30:Full moons, skunk weed all up in the room; ~ Ghostface Killah,
31:particles of silence floated about the room ~ Haruki Murakami,
32:The Loudest person in the room, is usually the brokest ~ Wale,
33:The writer is the person who stays in the room. ~ Ron Carlson,
34:The economy is the silent elephant in the room. ~ Ashraf Ghani,
35:The room held her scent, fresh lilac, pathetic. ~ Stephen King,
36:The room was rococo. I had a strong sense of gilt. ~ Eric Idle,
37:when the mind is full, the room ceases to be empty ~ Wang Ping,
38:1,320 seconds walk into the room before he does. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
39:Every plan I have is the best plan in the room. ~ Charlie Sheen,
40:I'm tired of being the funniest person in the room. ~ Del Close,
41:I looked around the room at the numerous ~ Paramahansa Yogananda,
42:It's not the rooms, it's the life you live in them ~ Coco Chanel,
43:The big secret is the ability to stay in the room. ~ Ron Carlson,
44:The smartest person in the room, is the room. ~ David Weinberger,
45:Danger, like a third man, was standing in the room. ~ Ian Fleming,
46:she possessed, hurled the ring across the room. ~ Debbie Macomber,
47:She rose and followed her bust from the room. ~ Margery Allingham,
48:Sometimes the elephant is just too big for the room ~ Rosie Walsh,
49:You're the scarest motherfucker in the room. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,
50:When there’s an elephant in the room introduce him. ~ Randy Pausch,
51:When the room brightens when you walk in, you matter. ~ Seth Godin,
52:Where does the dentist go when he leaves the room? ~ George Carlin,
53:You're the scariest motherfucker in the room. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,
54:if you can’t spot the sucker in the room, it’s you. ~ Nick Harkaway,
55:I was born in 1962, and the room next to me was 1963. ~ Joan Rivers,
56:Their glowed as brightly as any candle in the room. ~ Cameron Dokey,
57:The room rang full of her artificial laughter. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
58:Always speak first to the toughest person in the room. ~ Jess Walter,
59:I'm rarely asked to play the smartest man in the room. ~ Gary Oldman,
60:Of all the rooms in the house your bedroom is yours ~ Dorothy Draper,
61:There wasn't an anhydrous lacrimal gland in the room... ~ Mary Roach,
62:The room was an hourglass that hadn't yet turned. ~ Samantha Shannon,
63:Books enveloped the room floor to ceiling like wallpaper. ~ Judy Baer,
64:echoed around them, filling the room until they were ~ Kiersten White,
65:Every cat is really the most beautiful woman in the room. ~ E V Lucas,
66:So many lies have been told, the room is thick with them. ~ Anonymous,
67:The most powerful presence in the room is his absence. ~ Claudia Gray,
68:Castle’s easy grin dances into the room before he does. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
69:In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo. ~ T S Eliot,
70:three boys, then listened as the peals filled the room. ~ Sejal Badani,
71:while the man form Orange County booked the room. ~ Eric Jerome Dickey,
72:Any problem can be solved using the materials in the room. ~ Edwin Land,
73:coaches. As he talked, the boys gaped at the room. ~ Daniel James Brown,
74:I sat up and the room was full of a man with a gun. ~ Donald E Westlake,
75:My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance. ~ Erma Bombeck,
76:The past was filling the room like a tide of whispers. ~ Ross Macdonald,
77:Arthur Less has left the room while remaining in it. ~ Andrew Sean Greer,
78:Even to see her walk across the room is a liberal education. ~ C S Lewis,
79:He saw her before he saw anything else in the room. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
80:two sharp brown eyes surveyed the room like drive-by shooters. ~ C J Box,
81:within the room, and then gales of laughter. The nacre ~ Neal Stephenson,
82:And at that moment the alligators burst into the room. ~ Genevieve Cogman,
83:In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo. ~ T S Eliot,
84:Maybe it isn't the room that's different. Maybe it's me. ~ Jennifer Niven,
85:The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room. ~ Frank Lucas,
86:Yet the room was all in all to me, Estella being in it. ~ Charles Dickens,
87:Four can be as stupid as ten. No need to crowd the room. ~ Suzanne Collins,
88:If there is a wasp in the room, I’d like to be able to see it. ~ C S Lewis,
89:The room within is the great fact about the building. ~ Frank Lloyd Wright,
90:Your worst dungeon might be the room with the most windows. ~ Rene Denfeld,
91:As she expanded the room grew smaller around her. (27) ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
92:I go around the room and ask people, 'What do you think?' ~ Sheryl Sandberg,
93:She carries on like One Direction has just walked into the room. ~ Sara Ney,
94:Try to write poems at least one person in the room will hate. ~ Marvin Bell,
95:can’t help ourselves. We spot the baddest man in the room... ~ Shayne Silvers,
96:Hal is on his way." The nurse announced reentering the room. ~ Daniel Handler,
97:Never take a seat in the back of the room. Winners sit up front. ~ E Lockhart,
98:the room, evading his mother’s reaching hand. “You’re back! ~ Cassandra Clare,
99:The room has to be comfortable; the house has to look habitable. ~ Adolf Loos,
100:We can’t help being the most interesting people in the room. ~ Courtney Milan,
101:A powerful performance will transform everyone in the room. ~ Marina Abramovic,
102:elegant stairs to Orlov’s office. The room was an exact replica ~ Daniel Silva,
103:First rule of magic? Always be the smartest guy in the room. ~ Jesse Eisenberg,
104:I had nothing to do in the hall, so I went into the room. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
105:It shouldn’t hurt when I watch you leave the room, should it? ~ Suzanne Wright,
106:the manner of Prince Tetrakov, was now touring the room, shaking ~ Amor Towles,
107:She hung up and the room was a fist of silence. page 233 ~ William Kent Krueger,
108:Work is the rent you pay for the room you occupy on earth. ~ Queen Elizabeth II,
109:A liberal is a man who leaves the room before the fight starts. ~ Dorothy Parker,
110:Fame gets you in the door but it doesn't keep you in the room. ~ Madonna Ciccone,
111:I’m sorry, but I think the smartest guys in the room screw up a lot. ~ Anonymous,
112:No matter where she stood, she was in the center of the room. ~ Patrick Rothfuss,
113:Poverty made a sound like a wet cough in the shadows of the room. ~ Ray Bradbury,
114:The room was filled with conversations we weren't having. ~ Jonathan Safran Foer,
115:wet with it. In that same moment the room beyond the doorway was ~ Simon Kernick,
116:When it comes to global warming, coal is the gorilla in the room. ~ Jeff Goodell,
117:...when the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority... ~ John Geddes,
118:Your brand is what people say about you when you're not in the room ~ Jeff Bezos,
119:big brown eyeballs do a quick roll around the inside of the room. ~ Steve Martini,
120:I don't understand people who have sex with their dog in the room. ~ Cameron Diaz,
121:the eyes in the room weren’t on Miranda and Kaley but her. She was ~ Jamie Begley,
122:Hi, Cousin,” she said to Larry, who came into the room. ~ Gertrude Chandler Warner,
123:I can create a vibe without saying anything, just by being in the room. ~ Lou Reed,
124:If you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room. ~ Peter Voogd,
125:One option is to struggle to be heard whenever you're in the room... ~ Seth Godin,
126:Power depended on being in the room when the decisions were taken. ~ Robert Harris,
127:She sang as if she was saving the life of every person in the room. ~ Ann Patchett,
128:She smiles at me and it sends a warm summer breeze around the room. ~ Jandy Nelson,
129:Flames entered the room like dancers, orange-colored and whirring. ~ Ross Macdonald,
130:If every piece is perfect the room becomes a museum and lifeless. ~ Nancy Lancaster,
131:I've been told that I am "better in the room" and prettier in person. ~ Amy Poehler,
132:Particles of silence floated about the room for the longest time. ~ Haruki Murakami,
133:The rooms I tend to be in are pretty democratic and the best idea wins. ~ Adam Rapp,
134:The room was filled with volume and volumes. With light. With peace. ~ Louise Penny,
135:You always have my attention. When you're in the room, you're my sun. ~ Kate Meader,
136:You're so sick, Oedipa, she told herself, or the room, which knew. ~ Thomas Pynchon,
137:If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room. ~ Marissa Mayer,
138:I tried to say beware the room is laid with traps and hung with hooks. ~ Janet Frame,
139:Like a kettle boiling over, the room foamed with laughter. ~ Heather Vogel Frederick,
140:Always be civil, but with a plan to neutralise everyone in the room. ~ Conor McGregor,
141:approached alone, the hallway too small, the rooms too tightly bunched ~ Lisa Gardner,
142:As the stupidest person in the room, I always had the most to gain. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,
143:I’ll clear the room to get your honest opinion, if that’s what it takes. ~ Sylvia Day,
144:I've been avoiding the mirror in the room. I always avoid the mirrors. ~ Donna Cooner,
145:nearly half full, seating about two hundred students. The room was ~ Patrick Rothfuss,
146:The trouble is that I am crazy and the room, ah, my own room drinks me. ~ Anne Sexton,
147:everything in the room felt eerily advanced and ancient at the same time. ~ Hugh Howey,
148:If we could light up the room with pain,
we’d be such a glorious fire. ~ Ada Limon,
149:Moonlight shone through the window, cutting through the room at an angle. ~ Simon Wood,
150:The rooms that are lived in are the ones we find most comforting. ~ Alexandra Stoddard,
151:Your arrogance just sucked all the oxygen out of the room to inflate your ego. ~ Tijan,
152:As Katie moved through the rooms, everything reminded her of everything: ~ Megan Abbott,
153:do you ever get bored waiting for the rest of the room to catch up with you? ~ J D Horn,
154:He paced the room like a caged tiger, splendid in his wounded anger. ~ Jacqueline Carey,
155:He's swept with the broom of contempt and the rooms have an empty ring. ~ Joni Mitchell,
156:If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room. ~ Confucius,
157:I think we just knew that we had a movie when Rachel walked in the room. ~ Ryan Gosling,
158:It was the pink elephant in the room, the thunderous fart in the elevator. ~ David Wong,
159:like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room. ~ Lauren Oliver,
160:Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. ~ John Milton,
161:Your brand is what other people say about you when you’re not in the room. ~ Jeff Bezos,
162:I'm not the distraction in the room."

"Oh? And what might be? ~ Becca Fitzpatrick,
163:Nothing in the room was cheap, but none of it was exactly desirable either. ~ Ian Rankin,
164:There was only one blonde in the room, and she didn’t even have a tan. ~ Francine Pascal,
165:The room is there for the human being - not the human being for the room. ~ El Lissitzky,
166:The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over. ~ Libba Bray,
167:This was getting out of control. I was about to back out of the room when ~ Andy Andrews,
168:To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room. ~ Margaret George,
169:yet again that the quietest man in the room is usually the most dangerous. ~ Terry Hayes,
170:Bianca and Mindy crept into the room like great big fashionable mice. ~ Caroline B Cooney,
171:He slipped into the room after her, unaware that he was being followed. ~ Cassandra Clare,
172:I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing. ~ Sylvia Day,
173:MY SECRET IDENTITY IS

The room is empty,
And the window is open ~ Charles Simic,
174:As a kid, I think I rearranged the rooms of almost every house on the block. ~ Nate Berkus,
175:Help me, I can’t breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room. ~ Ilona Andrews,
176:I am as innocent regarding any conspiracy as any of you gentlemen in the room. ~ Jack Ruby,
177:Is it possible to get another key? I think I've left mine in the room. ~ Winston Churchill,
178:The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance. ~ Maud Hart Lovelace,
179:Unfortunately, the more complex the system, the greater the room for error. ~ George Soros,
180:As a kid, I always thought the TV was a magic box in the corner of the room. ~ Gethin Jones,
181:Daemon was the pissy pink elephant in the room with a bad attitude. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
182:If you could see the competition across the room, you’d tuck tail and run. ~ Juliette Cross,
183:If you’re in the room, you've grabbed the brass ring. You are all winners. ~ George Clooney,
184:If you’re the smartest person in the room … find a different room. MICHAEL DELL ~ Anonymous,
185:I just noticed a lack of ego in the room and thought ‘hey, where’s Braden? ~ Samantha Young,
186:In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash. ~ Jasper Fforde,
187:The elephant in the room. It can't be talked about. It can't be ignored. ~ Michael Robotham,
188:The room had the impersonal, disconnected feel of a waiting room on Jupiter. ~ Anne Spollen,
189:The room was dark and crowded, and smelled like history and cheeseburgers. ~ Katherine Reay,
190:As soon as a child has left the room his strewn toys become affecting. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
191:Everybody’s a gangster, until a gangster walks in the room. - Awesome Meme ~ Sapphire Knight,
192:He made such a faint presence. It was like being in the room with a feather. ~ Anthony Doerr,
193:Inside the room, a man and a woman were wrestling. They were both naked. ~ George R R Martin,
194:Somehow taking a shower with her in the room was more intimate than sex. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
195:The room turns red. I see the world through a diaphanous curtain of blood. The ~ Rick Yancey,
196:When I'm writing I don't want anyone else in the room - including myself. ~ Jonathan Franzen,
197:When you hear Doc Watson singing Amazing Grace, something else enters the room. ~ Ben Harper,
198:Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom... ~ John Milton,
199:...a closeness that felt sorry and cheap the minute she walked out of the room. ~ Don DeLillo,
200:Daemon was the pissy pink elephant in the room with the bad attitude. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
201:Don’t win loyalty, just obedience, and only while the lash is in the room. ~ Orson Scott Card,
202:Ryuu patted Meryn on the head and looked around the room. "Isn't she adorable? ~ Alanea Alder,
203:There are people who kind of let you know that you can silence the room. ~ Babatunde Adebimpe,
204:Whoever's job it was to keep the room clean was clearly not an overachiever. ~ Steve Hamilton,
205:Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room. ~ Virginia Woolf,
206:An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works. ~ Gaston Leroux,
207:And of all the rooms in my childhood,
God was the largest
and most empty. ~ Li Young Lee,
208:Empty houses have unique noises, almost like the rooms themselves are listening. ~ John Rector,
209:God always fills in all hearts all the room which is left Him there. ~ Frederick William Faber,
210:I love the way you make me feel when you walk into the room, when you look at me. ~ Kyra Davis,
211:In a Balenciaga you were the only woman in the room - no other woman existed. ~ Diana Vreeland,
212:It was easy to see that the room was a treasury by its incredible emptiness. ~ Terry Pratchett,
213:...of course, every cat is really the most beautiful woman in the room. ~ Edward Verrall Lucas,
214:Oh! my dear Mr. Bennet," as she entered the room, "we have had a most delightful ~ Jane Austen,
215:proof yet again that the quietest man in the room is usually the most dangerous. ~ Terry Hayes,
216:She made it all the way up without pause. There wasn’t a closed mouth in the room. ~ G L Tomas,
217:The peacemaker must have the strongest heart and the toughest will in the room. ~ Nalini Singh,
218:The room was immaculate—no, preserved. Stuck in a time warp, unused, untouched. ~ Harlan Coben,
219:the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring. ~ Margaret Millar,
220:And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell? ~ Edvard Munch,
221:I drink a little now once in a while, just to drive the wolf out of the room ~ Ernest Hemingway,
222:I laughed. If Eddie used a sock his crotch would enter the room before he did. ~ Kristen Ashley,
223:The room was empty. It was full of silence and the memory of a nice perfume. ~ Raymond Chandler,
224:The traditional role of the Senate has been to be the adult in the room. ~ Kay Bailey Hutchison,
225:This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history's tragic glitter ~ Tom Robbins,
226:You have carried a branch of tomorrow into the room-its frangrance awakened me. ~ Robert Duncan,
227:Eleanor felt the room rock madly, and time as she had always known time, stop. ~ Shirley Jackson,
228:Family Farms,” she declared. A hush fell over the room. Little Bo Peep was a very ~ Chris Colfer,
229:I just walked out of the room. I was like, I'm embarrassed, so I need to leave. ~ Maddie Ziegler,
230:Like a mermaid rising from an ocean of paper, the girl emerged across the room. ~ Brian Selznick,
231:She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room ~ Alfred Tennyson,
232:Sweep me the room as clean as you can,   Up with the window, fling out my old man! ~ Jacob Grimm,
233:...this is the room where the future pours into the past via the pinch of now. ~ Terry Pratchett,
234:He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea. ~ Ray Bradbury,
235:He lit the dining-room lamp, got out a cigar, and began pacing the room, ejaculating. ~ H G Wells,
236:If you put fences around people, you get sheep. Give people the room they need. ~ James C Collins,
237:It was a stinging pleasure to be in the room with her, and feel her presence. ~ Elizabeth Gaskell,
238:Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room. ~ Winston Churchill,
239:She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson,
240:The door flew open, carrying into the room a gust of steamy air and then Trotts. ~ Steven Erikson,
241:The room was freezing. It smelled of people who had gone away to live other lives.. ~ Neil Gaiman,
242:The smartest person in the room is never as smart as all the people in the room. ~ John C Maxwell,
243:Everyone in the room stared at me like they expected me to grow fangs and sparkle. ~ Carrie Harris,
244:First off, don’t swear to God around me. He’s not listening when I’m in the room. ~ Krista Ritchie,
245:Prince Maxon surveyed the room and found me. Our eye met for a moment, and he smiled. ~ Kiera Cass,
246:And every camera in the room turned to focus on my horror-stricken, blood-drained face. ~ Meg Cabot,
247:Being with an insanely jealous person is like being in the room with a dead mammoth. ~ Mike Nichols,
248:Every gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room. ~ Ana s Nin,
249:I like to make people think differently than they did before I walked in the room. ~ Marilyn Manson,
250:Look around the room a few times a day as if you had just been born into that room. ~ Eckhart Tolle,
251:My mama used to say the blues is an ailment that don't like no sunshine in the room. ~ Lisa Wingate,
252:Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room. ~ Winston S Churchill,
253:The only time I'm the only woman in the room is when I go to the leadership meeting. ~ Nancy Pelosi,
254:The shadow of my mother danced around the room to a tune that my own shadow sang. ~ Jamaica Kincaid,
255:When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking. ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
256:You don’t tell Elon you can’t do something. That will get you kicked out of the room ~ Ashlee Vance,
257:Find the most talented person in the room, and if it’s not you, go stand next to him. ~ Austin Kleon,
258:If you put fences around people, you get sheep. Give people the room they need. ~ William L McKnight,
259:Let's not get too full of ourselves. Let's leave space for God to come into the room. ~ Quincy Jones,
260:Never ignore the elephant in the room. That’s rude; play with it and introduce it. ~ Donna Lynn Hope,
261:Patience is timing, just being humble and being the most quiet person in the room. ~ Raheem Devaughn,
262:People who love life have charisma because they fill the room with positive energy. ~ John C Maxwell,
263:Race in this country is still the elephant in the room that no one wants to discuss. ~ Lenny Kravitz,
264:rang through the room. She stopped in mid-step and whirled to face him. “Do not ~ Victoria Alexander,
265:So many times you can't get a foot in the door unless you're already in the room. ~ Alden Ehrenreich,
266:That sometimes the smartest person in the room is the one who says, "I have no idea. ~ Gail Caldwell,
267:That’s what happened when you were the biggest guy in the room—you got the most attention ~ L T Ryan,
268:We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy. ~ Albert Camus,
269:He giggled and sniggered. He would have laughed out loud but he didn't have the room. ~ Douglas Adams,
270:Her siren smile appeard and her eyes lit up the room. Her laghter sounded like music. ~ Katie McGarry,
271:How do you know a gangster?” “Usually, the room goes a little quiet when he walks in. ~ Jennifer Egan,
272:I'm satisfied with the way 'The Room' turned out, and I don't want to change anything. ~ Tommy Wiseau,
273:I opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded the room and love inundated my soul. ~ Paulo Coelho,
274:The room was in that disorder produced only by those who have always had servants. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
275:All the room darkened and my heart again sank; inexpressible sadness weighed it down ~ Charlotte Bront,
276:I opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded the room, and love inundated my soul. ~ Paulo Coelho,
277:the way he used to when our love was a living creature, breathing in the room with us. ~ Julia Elliott,
278:A terrible silence fell in the room. Bill Ireton looked suddenly sober as a trout. ~ Patricia Highsmith,
279:His awareness of her swung as she moved around the room like the needle on a compass. ~ Cassandra Clare,
280:Probably nobody ever jogs toward the room where they will write their suicide note, ~ Donald E Westlake,
281:Then we can discuss matters—” And at that moment the alligators burst into the room. ~ Genevieve Cogman,
282:The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated.” And the room exploded into noise. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,
283:When a happy person comes into the room, it is as if another candle has been lit. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
284:Do you light up when your kids are coming in the room or do you become the instant critic? ~ Brene Brown,
285:Get away from my house and all its rooms that echo, all the rooms I don't enter anymore. ~ Daisy Whitney,
286:I'm Kieran. You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room, ~ Jayde Scott,
287:It was like there was an elephant in the room. An elephant that expected us to have sex. ~ Morgan Matson,
288:I was a girl and I had the best deadly toys in the room. Gun envy is an ugly thing. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,
289:You've got to capture as much of the room sound as possible. That's the very essence of it. ~ Jimmy Page,
290:All the male faces in the room turned to me as if they were flowers and I the sun. ~ Justine Larbalestier,
291:A small lamp shone golden-orange in the corner, casting the room in a dull tribute to sunset. ~ Jay Posey,
292:But in the room there was nothing but the exciting scent of the girl and her wanting. We ~ Harold Robbins,
293:if culture was a house, then language was the key to the front door, to all the rooms inside. ~ Anonymous,
294:If you help one person in the room, you're an abject failure. You have to change something. ~ Simon Sinek,
295:It means you’re the least important person in the room—until you change that with results. ~ Ryan Holiday,
296:Like odorless, colorless smoke leaking into the room through a small crack in the door. ~ Haruki Murakami,
297:Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams ~ Stephen King,
298:Sunlight streamed through the room, clinging to him like it wanted him as much as she did. ~ Cindi Madsen,
299:There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room. ~ George Eliot,
300:The room suited my father perfectly: it was larger than life and wonderfully incongruous. ~ Tara Westover,
301:Every human emits unconscious vocal undertones that determine who the leader is in the room. ~ Nick Morgan,
302:He makes me see that I don’t need to fear the other things in the room. They need to fear me. ~ Tara Brown,
303:His eyes stayed open imperiously. No one could close his eyelids. The room smoked of grief. ~ Fleur Jaeggy,
304:Oft times a blade across the room beyond the reach of a hand means that death is nearer. I ~ Louis L Amour,
305:She reminded Javi of Naroba, who apologized to the oxygen in the room for breathing. Javi ~ Suanne Laqueur,
306:Suddenly the images in the center of the room became more than images. They solidified. ~ Stephanie Osborn,
307:The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sick gray pallor over the room. ~ Denise Grover Swank,
308:There was nothing in the room the next minute but the sunshine and a sense that I must stay. ~ Henry James,
309:The room was darker and smelled of evergreen, as though my mother had been dreaming of trees. ~ Scott Heim,
310:and made what an outside observer would have thought was a heroic effort to cross the room. ~ Douglas Adams,
311:...every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room. ~ Patrick Rothfuss,
312:If you ever find you're the most talented person in the room, you need to find another room. ~ Austin Kleon,
313:I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore. ~ John Green,
314:Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts... ~ Jodi Picoult,
315:That smile of his whenever I came into the room, the one that no one else ever got but me. ~ Kimberly Belle,
316:The room didn't look haunted or eerie now;it was only melancholy in it's faded grandeur. ~ Elizabeth Peters,
317:Chrestomanci smiled and swept out of the room like a very long procession of one person. ~ Diana Wynne Jones,
318:comes with me everywhere. I bend down and quietly put her out of the room. She whines and ~ Philippa Gregory,
319:I like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in. ~ Quentin Crisp,
320:I love the idea that I'm the oldest one in the room because I can get away with anything! ~ Shirley MacLaine,
321:I'm not a fan of purposely farting in front of other people. If you have to fart, leave the room. ~ Tina Fey,
322:Listen real hard to the smartest guy in the room before you go trying to prove how smart you are. ~ Lee Clow,
323:Once she was gone, the room would be in a state of chaos, as though a storm had passed through. ~ T E Kinsey,
324:Teachers shouldn't make the mistake of always thinking they're the smartest person in the room ~ Taylor Mali,
325:The house was heavy around him, the pressure of the past filling the rooms like odorless gas. ~ Annie Proulx,
326:The silence of the room was disturbed by a book that flew open with fluttering leaves, ~ Dorothy Scarborough,
327:Even with all the lights off, the room was as bright and insistent as Martha Stewart’s smile. ~ Deborah Wilde,
328:His eyes found mine, and for a moment I felt as if all the air in the room had retreated. ~ Barbara A Shapiro,
329:I'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242) ~ Becca Fitzpatrick,
330:I used to wanna change the world. Now I just wanna leave the room with a little dignity. ~ Justin Vivian Bond,
331:People will admit more if they are alone than if others are in the room with them. ~ Seth Stephens Davidowitz,
332:The room marked with a cross is not where the murder was committed, but the one that I occupy. ~ Jean Webster,
333:The room was too much there. I could feel the color of the wallpaper -- burgundy -- invading. ~ Rivka Galchen,
334:Why did the room packed with married people seem empty? Because there wasn't a single person there. ~ Various,
335:Yes, you've entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you... ~ Rainer Maria Rilke,
336:A tea set is good for a newborn girl. It is a gift that instantly makes the room a girl's room. ~ Phoebe Cates,
337:Believe it when you see it.
Believe it when a twelve-year-old rolls a grenade into the room. ~ Brian Turner,
338:But for Ricky,Andrew,Mary & me the world stopped when those dogs entered the room. ~ Luis Carlos Montalv n,
339:Can what they call civilization be right, if people mayn't die in the room where they were born? ~ E M Forster,
340:Fear enters the room and sits down in a chair and with a polite smile asks to open negotiations. ~ John Scalzi,
341:I can’t believe this is good for me if she has to go out of the room to make it happen. ~ Holly Goldberg Sloan,
342:If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room. ~ Anita Roddick,
343:If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room ~ Robin S Sharma,
344:I'm the kind of woman who, when she walks into a party, all the other women leave the room. ~ Lara Flynn Boyle,
345:I pranced around the room like a blind moose, but what I lacked in grace I made up for in effort. ~ Kiera Cass,
346:Is this the Taker of Lives we’re talking about?” came a question from the far side of the room. ~ Leslie Wolfe,
347:I used to sit in class and listen to the terms come floating down the room like paper airplanes. ~ John McPhee,
348:I walk so fast, I talk so fast, I could turn the light off and be in bed before the room's dark. ~ Roddy Piper,
349:I was about to sprint across the room and launch myself into his arms like Baby from Dirty Dancing ~ J Daniels,
350:The light was draining out of the room, going back through the window where it had come from. ~ Raymond Carver,
351:You stand in my soul; I stand in yours. That’s the room we always share, no matter where we are. ~ Joey W Hill,
352:Good conversationalists make the person they are speaking to feel like the only person in the room. ~ Anonymous,
353:Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.) ~ James Joyce,
354:He kissed her stopping her words at once. A pronounced number of gasps resonated across the room. ~ Terry Spear,
355:I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt? ~ Nalini Singh,
356:I'm surrounded by young people. I'm always now the oldest and the shortest person in the room. ~ Isabel Allende,
357:She turned and ran for the back of the room, leaving a trail of glitter in the air behind her. ~ Seanan McGuire,
358:The sound of shuffling pages filled the room like a delicate rainstorm falling on dried leaves. ~ Brenda Pandos,
359:When there’s a sudden silence, and nobody speaks, it means there’s an angel in the room, so ~ Daphne du Maurier,
360:Who uses crunchy peanut butter?” he asked the room. “You might as well eat squirrel shit. ~ Michael Thomas Ford,
361:Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I should not be able to find my way across the room. ~ William Hazlitt,
362:Every naked chick in the room ran toward the scale. It was just titties and passports everywhere. ~ Ronda Rousey,
363:If an attention-seeking pin were in the room, this would have been a good time for it to drop. ~ Sharon J Bolton,
364:If you ever find that you're the most talented person in the room, you need to find another room. ~ Austin Kleon,
365:If you ever find that you’re the most talented person in the room, you need to find another room. ~ Austin Kleon,
366:It makes sense that the two most beautiful people in the room should gravitate toward each other. ~ Lili Valente,
367:Then came such a melodious whistle, I looked about thinking that a bird had flown into the room. ~ Gloria Whelan,
368:The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words. ~ Sylvia Plath,
369:The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. ~ David Levithan,
370:They fan out across the room, swift and surgical, the steps of this brutal ballet known by heart. ~ Amie Kaufman,
371:and the room exploded in silver and shadow, two forces colliding in a way that shook the world. ~ Victoria Schwab,
372:An idea so luminous flashed across her brain that she almost thought the room had leaped into light. ~ E F Benson,
373:Even in walking across the room you will very slightly alter your own experience of time and space. ~ Bill Bryson,
374:I argue with myself, get mad at myself, throw myself around the room and then apologize to myself. ~ Jim Cummings,
375:I find that comforting—that being alone with me in the room still feels like being alone to him. ~ Colleen Hoover,
376:If you're a leader and you're the smartest guy in the world - in the room, you've got real problems. ~ Jack Welch,
377:I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes. ~ Leonard Cohen,
378:Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you're the only person in the room. ~ Gabrielle Zevin,
379:The atmosphere in the room was so thick with dramatic clichés you could have cut it with a knife. ~ Jasper Fforde,
380:The room, the wall, trembled with precision, as if the inanimate world were about to utter a word. ~ Iris Murdoch,
381:You don't need a pickup line. Just glance at a woman from across the room. Glance - don't stare. ~ Jenny McCarthy,
382:You're not going to go around poking at the fire and straightening up the room again, are you? ~ Dashiell Hammett,
383:People should allow me to be many things, really give me the room to put things in another dimension. ~ Klaus Nomi,
384:The baby dove into the room, transforming grotesquely as it landed on the floorin a deft sumersault ~ Brandon Mull,
385:The three empty walls of the room were like the pale brows of sleeping giants now, empty of dreams. ~ Ray Bradbury,
386:You know it's time to start using mouthwash when your dentist leaves the room and sends in a canary. ~ Joan Rivers,
387:Aside from the fruit basket, the room was as empty as the inside of Dexter on the shelf marked SOUL. ~ Jeff Lindsay,
388:Her knight in black tacticals stood in the middle of the room, a pistol in his hand aimed straight at ~ Mina Carter,
389:If you look around the room, and you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room. ~ Lorne Michaels,
390:She was, in truth, the least ornamented thing in the room, as the truly important things usually are. ~ Scott Meyer,
391:Sometimes the smartest thing you can do is realize you're not the smartest one in the room. 08-30-2011 ~ Jan Thomas,
392:The room reeked of dust and failure, which was better than humidity and dead bugs, but only a little. ~ Scott Meyer,
393:The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender" -A ~ David Levithan,
394:The walls flickered in the candlelight. The room felt close and warm, like an underground sanctuary. ~ Barry Eisler,
395:Where did the boy fit? He made such a faint presence. It was like being in the room with a feather. ~ Anthony Doerr,
396:You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground. ~ Bob Dylan,
397:A corner is important. It provides privacy and an anchor and lets you exist independently of the room. ~ Roger Ebert,
398:He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions. ~ Stephen Leacock,
399:I don't have to convince everybody in the room. I just need a critical mass of the people in the room. ~ Simon Sinek,
400:I feared her gaze—she made people feel like the only ones in the room. I wanted to feel fractional. ~ Chelsea Hodson,
401:I think what's dangerous [about comedy] is that you're coming into the room announcing your intentions. ~ Adam McKay,
402:It’s an uncomfortable moment when you realize that there is a crazy person in the room and it’s you. ~ Ruth Cardello,
403:I want you. All of you. Not these little bits I hear echoing around the room. I just want you, Riley. ~ Aly Martinez,
404:The Bible - it's sort of the other person in the room. There's this book, the reader, and the Bible. ~ Anita Diament,
405:The power in the room is distributed haphazardly: I have none, Ink has very little, and Beat. . .he rules ~ L J Shen,
406:There were maybe eighty chairs set up in the room, and it was two-thirds full but felt one-third empty. ~ John Green,
407:when there's an elephant in the room, you can't pretend it isn't there and just discuss the ants. ~ Ellen Wittlinger,
408:A taped recording of a psychiatric interview played, and Allander’s voice resonated through the room. ~ Gregg Hurwitz,
409:From time to time I show up in myself just long enough for people to know they are not in the room alone. ~ Gary Lutz,
410:I think if I took therapy, the doctor would quit. He'd just pick up the couch and walk out of the room. ~ Don Rickles,
411:The art we produce lives in queasy balance with the art we can imagine the art the room expects. ~ Michael Cunningham,
412:The room inside looked like the mouth of an alligator—gaped wide open to swallow something down. ~ Zora Neale Hurston,
413:When someone makes a Family Circus reference and everyone on the room laughs, I'm in the wrong room. ~ Josh Hanagarne,
414:Down one branch, she lifts the glass to her lips, toasts the room—To Tachigali versicolor—and drinks. ~ Richard Powers,
415:I gimped myself across the room and collapsed on the lonely expanse of my bed. The Bed That Sex Forgot. ~ Anton Strout,
416:I hate the way kids want all the attention. It's like I'm not even there when there's a baby in the room. ~ Susan Juby,
417:I'm sure you're used to the deafening sound of underwear hitting the floor every time you enter the room. ~ Penny Reid,
418:Just being with him made me happy, even if it was across the room, completely dressed, unable to speak. ~ Auryn Hadley,
419:Seated at table -
no need for the fracture
of the room's silence; noiselessly
they conversed. ~ R S Thomas,
420:She hated that he was in the room with her, standing beside the bed.
And she loved that he was there. ~ Donna Grant,
421:The room was bright and white and still and silent, but soundless sound roared and howled in it. ~ Anne Rivers Siddons,
422:You know the drill. 18 is legal. 17 with consent. 16 with a note. 15 if her dad's in the room. Low five! ~ David Spade,
423:Dawn streamed through the room Simon shared with the woman who'd kissed him into a puddle of melted brains. ~ Joss Ware,
424:I said no strippers," I said, watching dumbfounded as Trenton danced around the room to Britney Spears. ~ Jamie McGuire,
425:My philosophy: find what it is you want to say, walk in the room, say it, and get the hell out. ~ J Michael Straczynski,
426:Often, maybe even usually, Bernie ended up being the smartest human in the room. Tonight was different. ~ Spencer Quinn,
427:There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers. ~ Charlaine Harris,
428:Well, don’t do it anymore. You deserve someone who wants you every time you walk in the room. ~ Stacey Wallace Benefiel,
429:A friend is somebody who says the same things to your face that they would say if you're not in the room. ~ Aaron Sorkin,
430:By perseverance the snail reached the ark. A mouse may find a hole, be the room ever so full of cats. ~ Charles Spurgeon,
431:Courage is a fickle creature. Just as you need it, it often makes excuses and rushes out of the room. ~ Janette Rallison,
432:He's easily the most well-adjusted former child star in the room, please welcome... Jason Bateman. ~ Neil Patrick Harris,
433:Leave the star on top," said an achingly gen­tle, deep voice. "There's al­ready one angel in the room. ~ Judith McNaught,
434:Oh! my dear Mr. Bennet," as she entered the room, "we have had a most delightful evening, a most excellent ~ Jane Austen,
435:Scarlet tore her gaze from him and let it wander to everyone else in the room. “You were all in on this. ~ Marissa Meyer,
436:That’s the thing about fear. It can only hang around until faith enters the room, then it’s forced to flee. ~ Mandy Hale,
437:When there is an invisible elephant in the room, one is from time to time bound to trip over a trunk. ~ Karen Joy Fowler,
438:Awesome . . .” Jared spoke up from the other side of the room. “Ember, the Otherworld's wonder mutt. ~ Stacey Marie Brown,
439:Everything in the room is like that: unnecessarily solid, abnormally heavy and dangerously sharp. ~ Christopher Isherwood,
440:He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers. ~ Cornelia Funke,
441:He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.
~ Stephen Leacock,
442:He's going to bite me!
Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness. ~ Poppet,
443:His back to the room, Jackson said, "I need a Chris." Because Chris was gay, Dare choked and Trace laughed. ~ Lori Foster,
444:I like messing up the song, doing some improvisation. And I like running around the room with the mic. ~ Erika M Anderson,
445:I push the walls back, making more space in the room until I can finally breathe. Until I’m able to stand. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
446:It's very easy to get a boy to leave the room.
It's much harder to get him to leave your thoughts. ~ Elizabeth Eulberg,
447:Once again, we shall have to operate not only outside the box, but outside the room containing the box. ~ Douglas Preston,
448:shrapnel fizzed around the room. A splinter buried itself in Gray’s buttock, stinging like a hornet, and ~ Alan McDermott,
449:The room was full when I walked in, but as soon as I took my place behind the desk, my nervousness left me. ~ Azar Nafisi,
450:the shadow from my body creating a window in the reflection, a hole in the room where an empty man stood. ~ Nathan Lowell,
451:You can't anticipate in the room the riches of what you encounter when you're location hunting for a movie. ~ Woody Allen,
452:You can't build a relationship with everybody in the room when you don't care about anybody in the room. ~ John C Maxwell,
453:You can’t build a relationship with everybody in the room when you don’t care about anybody in the room. ~ John C Maxwell,
454:Here’s your suitcase, Sara,” Willis announced when he entered the room. He looked over at Mary Ruth. ~ Wanda E Brunstetter,
455:If I had been a little dog I'd have gone leaping and gambolling around the room wagging my tail furiously. ~ James Herriot,
456:Let your face speak what's in your heart. When my kids walk in the room my face says I'm glad to see them. ~ Toni Morrison,
457:My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her. ~ Veronica Roth,
458:Silence thronged the room, and he was aware of the focused scrutiny of the three people who confronted him. ~ Conrad Aiken,
459:The moment is past. The chessboard has gone; and the people. You must let me take the room from you too. ~ Dorothy Dunnett,
460:When you're lecturing teenagers and they begin to hum and leave the room, you can sense there is hostility. ~ Erma Bombeck,
461:Why is everything I own rubbish?’ said Ron furiously, striding across the room to unstick Pigwidgeon’s beak. ~ J K Rowling,
462:As a woman, I find it very embarrassing to be in a meeting and realize I'm the only one in the room with balls. ~ Anonymous,
463:During those restless, shut-up days, I got to know every inch of the room as a prisoner comes to know his cell. ~ Anonymous,
464:Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
465:His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see. ~ Regina Doman,
466:If her fingers touched the photograph it was hers. If it was out of her reach then it belonged to the room. ~ Helen Oyeyemi,
467:I have had to learn that my voice has value. And if I don't use it, what's the point of being in the room? ~ Michelle Obama,
468:Just go into the room, sit in the centre of the room, open the doors and windows, and see who comes to visit. ~ Ajahn Chah,
469:The flame illuminated a pair of lush lips, the kind that could suck a grapefruit dry from across the room. ~ Orest Stelmach,
470:The pleasure isn't in owning the person. The pleasure is this. Having another contender in the room with you. ~ Philip Roth,
471:having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life. ~ David Levithan,
472:His mind was horrifyingly empty and still; and he felt the loneliness and the stillness of the rooms completely. ~ Anne Rice,
473:I don’t abstract from anything.…I am involved with real space, the room itself, real light, and real surface. ~ Robert Ryman,
474:I needed to know that Death was here, in the room, and that I was too fast, too young, and too smart for him. ~ Tony O Neill,
475:I tried to think of something equally kind to say, but he seemed to have used up all the eloquence in the room. ~ Carol Berg,
476:It seems easier for her to just close the doors and not think about the stillness of the rooms behind them. ~ Colleen Hoover,
477:I’ve seen how you can’t learn anything when you’re trying to look like the smartest person in the room. ~ Barbara Kingsolver,
478:Moving a pile of bricks from one side of the room to the other requires strength. Time, discipline, patience. ~ Sarah Hepola,
479:She (the First Lady, entering the room with her gravely wounded husband) would admit fear but not despair. ~ Candice Millard,
480:We perform the show for the people that are in the room and then that performance is theirs forever and ever. ~ Michael Urie,
481:A peace above all earthly dignities,” she quoted. Then turned back to the room. “A still and quiet conscience. ~ Louise Penny,
482:From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in the room had begun to turn to mud. ~ Gabriel Garc a M rquez,
483:Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains... ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
484:Her laughter began low and quiet then rose in pitch and flickered all over the room, like blood splatter. ~ Caroline B Cooney,
485:If you were mean to your parents, they'd give you a good belt in the gob and send you flying across the room. ~ Frank McCourt,
486:I heard weapons drawn around the room and the floor creaking behind me, a sign that Bear was moving into position. ~ L T Ryan,
487:Let them hear your voice so rarely that a simply-uttered word creates a hush of expectancy in the room. ~ Richelle E Goodrich,
488:The single most important factor to getting rich is getting started, not being the smartest person in the room. ~ Ramit Sethi,
489:I glance over to the corner of the room, where Carolyn Brock winces, a rare break in her implacable expression. ~ Bill Clinton,
490:I just got out of the hospital. I was in a speed reading accident. I hit a book mark and flew across the room. ~ Steven Wright,
491:I left the room in a daze, wondering if this was all real-or if I'd finally gone insane from whacking the weasel. ~ Sam Torode,
492:I love competition. I thrive on it. I love being able to win the room over before even walking through the door. ~ Kellan Lutz,
493:I’m Rush. You call me Mr. Allen again, I’m clearing the room and we’re gonna have a different kind of lesson. ~ Kristen Ashley,
494:It's absolutely wrong that I don't want guys to challenge me. And the people who say that aren't in the room. ~ Michael Jordan,
495:I wouldn't be caught dead bowling!" Jessica shouted as she pushed back her chair and rushed out of the room. ~ Francine Pascal,
496:Just remember, when you're with me you're not the strangest person in the room. Go ahead, get weird on me. ~ Calista Flockhart,
497:Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.
Bobby - Age 5 ~ Debra White Smith,
498:—Okay,” I hear Eli mutter from somewhere in the room. “I’m going to get pussy. Mommy and Daddy are fighting again. ~ Amo Jones,
499:Surrender happens by Grace. All we're doing is cleaning up the room so when Surrender walks in, He can sit down. ~ Krishna Das,
500:Tell me what you think and then tell me what the really smart person in the room who disagrees with you thinks. ~ Aaron Sorkin,

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



50

   10 Occultism
   5 Yoga
   2 Hinduism
   1 Philosophy
   1 Integral Theory
   1 Buddhism


   20 Sri Ramakrishna
   11 The Mother
   9 Aleister Crowley
   3 Swami Vivekananda
   3 Sri Ramana Maharshi
   3 Sri Aurobindo
   2 Thubten Chodron
   2 Swami Krishnananda
   2 Lewis Carroll


   23 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   11 The Mothers Agenda
   7 Magick Without Tears
   4 Talks
   3 The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People
   3 Liber ABA
   2 Words Of Long Ago
   2 The Study and Practice of Yoga
   2 Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   2 Raja-Yoga
   2 Letters On Yoga III
   2 How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator
   2 Collected Poems
   2 Alice in Wonderland


0.07_-_1957, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  
  It went something like this: somewhere, in the center of this enormous edifice, there was a room reserved - as it seemed in the story - for a mother and her daughter. The mother was a lady, an elderly lady, a very influential matron who had a great deal of authority and her own views concerning the entire organization. Her daughter seemed to have a power of movement and activity enabling her to be everywhere at once while at the same time remaining in her room, which was ... well, a bit more than a room - it was a kind of apartment which, above all, had the characteristic of being very central. But she was constantly arguing with her mother. The mother wanted to keep things 'just as they were,' with their usual rhythm, which precisely meant the habit of tearing down one thing to rebuild another, then again tearing down that to build still another, thus giving the building an appearance of frightful confusion. But the daughter did not like this, and she had another plan. Most of all, she wanted to bring something completely new into the organization: a kind of super-organization that would render all this confusion unnecessary. Finally, as it was impossible for them to reach an understanding, the daughter left the Room to go on a kind of general inspection ... She went out, looked everything over, and then wanted to return to her room to decide upon some final measures. But this is where something rather ... peculiar began happening.
  

05.03_-_Satyavan_and_Savitri, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  She made her life his world for him to tread
  And made her body the Room of his delight,
  Her beating heart a remembrancer of bliss.

1.00_-_Gospel, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  Sri Ramakrishna has described the incident: "The Divine Mother revealed to me in the Kli temple that it was She who had become everything. She showed me that everything was full of Consciousness. The image was Consciousness, the altar was Consciousness, the water-vessels were Consciousness, the door-sill was Consciousness, the marble floor was Consciousness - all was Consciousness. I found everything inside the Room soaked, as it were, in Bliss - the Bliss of God. I saw a wicked man in front of the Kli temple; but in him also I saw the power of the Divine Mother vibrating. That was why I fed a cat with the food that was to be offered to the Divine Mother. I clearly perceived that all this was the Divine Mother - even the cat. The manager of the temple garden wrote to Mathur Bbu saying that I was feeding the cat with the offering intended for the Divine Mother.
  
  --
  
  Vaishnavas had come during the period of his Vaishnava sdhana, and Tntriks when he practised the disciplines of Tantra. Vedntists began to arrive after the departure of Totpuri. In the Room of Sri Ramakrishna, who was then in bed with dysentery, the Vedntists engaged in scriptural discussions, and, forgetting his own physical suffering, he solved their doubts by referring directly to his own experiences. Many of the visitors were genuine spiritual souls, the unseen pillars of Hinduism, and their spiritual lives were quickened in no small measure by the sage of Dakshinewar. Sri Ramakrishna in turn learnt from them anecdotes concerning the ways and the conduct of holy men, which he subsequently narrated to his devotees and disciples. At his request Mathur provided him with large stores of foodstuffs, clothes, and so forth, for distribution among the wandering monks.
  
  --
  
  ivanth, one day, was greatly impressed by the Master's utter simplicity and abhorrence of praise. He was seated with Sri Ramakrishna in the latter's room when several rich men of Calcutta arrived. The Master left the Room for a few minutes. In the mean time Hriday, his nephew, began to describe his Samdhi to the visitors. The last few words caught the Master's ear as he entered the Room. He said to Hriday: "What a mean-spirited fellow you must be to extol me thus before these rich men! You have seen their costly apparel and their gold watches and chains, and your object is to get from them as much money as you can. What do I care about what they think of me? (Turning to the gentlemen) No, my friends, what he has told you about me is not true. It was not love of God that made me absorbed in God and indifferent to external life. I became positively insane for some time. The sdhus who frequented this temple told me to practise many things. I tried to follow them, and the consequence was that my austerities drove me to insanity." This is a quotation from one of ivanth's books. He took the Master's words literally and failed to see their real import.
  
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  But a series of reverses shocked him and he became eager to solve the riddle of life. He had heard people say that in spiritual life the help of a guru was imperative and that the guru was to be regarded as God Himself. But Girish was too well acquainted with human nature to see perfection in a man. His first meeting with Sri Ramakrishna did not impress him at all. He returned home feeling as if he had seen a freak at a circus; for the Master, in a semi-conscious mood, had inquired whether it was evening, though the lamps were burning in the Room. But their paths often crossed, and Girish could not avoid further encounters. The Master attended a performance in Girish's Star Theatre. On this occasion, too, Girish found nothing impressive about him. One day, however, Girish happened to see the Master dancing and singing with the devotees. He felt the contagion and wanted to join them, but restrained himself for fear of ridicule. Another day Sri Ramakrishna was about to give him spiritual instruction, when Girish said: "I don't want to listen to instructions. I have myself written many instructions. They are of no use to me. Please help me in a more tangible way if you can." This pleased the Master and he asked Girish to cultivate faith.
  
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  When they returned to the Room and Narendra heard the Master speaking to others, he was surprised to find in his words an inner logic, a striking sincerity, and a convincing proof of his spiritual nature. In answer to Narendra's question, "Sir, have you seen God?" the Master said: "Yes, I have seen God. I have seen Him more tangibly than I see you. I have talked to Him more intimately than I am talking to you." Continuing, the Master said: "But, my child, who wants to see God? People shed jugs of tears for money, wife, and children. But if they would weep for God for only one day they would surely see Him." Narendra was amazed. These words he could not doubt. This was the first time he had ever heard a man saying that he had seen God. But he could not reconcile these words of the Master with the scene that had taken place on the verandah only a few minutes before. He concluded that Sri Ramakrishna was a monomaniac, and returned home rather puzzled in mind.
  
  During his second visit, about a month later, suddenly, at the touch of the Master, Narendra felt overwhelmed and saw the walls of the Room and everything around him whirling and vanishing. "What are you doing to me?" he cried in terror. "I have my father and mother at home." He saw his own ego and the whole universe almost swallowed in a nameless void. With a laugh the Master easily restored him. Narendra thought he might have been hypnotized, but he could not understand how a monomaniac could cast a spell over the mind of a strong person like himself. He returned home more confused than ever, resolved to be henceforth on his guard before this strange man.
  
  --
  
  Sri Ramakrishna employed a ruse to bring Jogindra to him. As soon as the disciple entered the Room, the Master rushed forward to meet the young man. Catching hold of the disciple's hand, he said: "What if you have married, Haven't I too married? What is there to be afraid of in that?" Touching his own chest he said: "If this [meaning himself]
  
  --
  
  One early morning at three o'clock, about a year later, Gopl M was about to finish her daily devotions, when she was startled to find Sri Ramakrishna sitting on her left, with his right hand clenched, like the hand of the image of Gopl. She was amazed and caught hold of the hand, whereupon the figure vanished and in its place appeared the real Gopl, her Ideal Deity. She cried aloud with joy. Gopl begged her for butter. She pleaded her poverty and gave Him some dry coconut candies. Gopl sat on her lap, snatched away her rosary, jumped on her shoulders, and moved all about the Room. As soon as the day broke she hastened to Dakshinewar like an insane woman. Of course Gopl accompanied her, resting His head on her shoulder. She clearly saw His tiny ruddy feet hanging over her breast. She entered Sri Ramakrishna's room. The Master had fallen into Samdhi. Like a child, he sat on her lap, and she began to feed him with butter, cream, and other delicacies. After some time he regained consciousness and returned to his bed. But the mind of Gopl's Mother was still roaming in another plane.
  
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  Finally, there was a handful of fortunate disciples, householders as well as youngsters, who were privileged to spend nights with the Master in his room. They would see him get up early in the morning and walk up and down the Room, singing in his sweet voice and tenderly communing with the Mother.
  
  --
  
  One day when Narendra was on the ground floor, meditating, the Master was lying awake in his bed upstairs. In the depths of his meditation Narendra felt as though a lamp were burning at the back of his head. Suddenly he lost consciousness. It was the yearned-for, all-effacing experience of nirvikalpa Samdhi, when the embodied soul realizes its unity with the Absolute. After a very long time he regained partial consciousness but was unable to find his body. He could see only his head. "Where is my body?" he cried. The elder Gopl entered the Room and said, "Why, it is here, Naren!"
  

1.00_-_Gospel_Preface, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  This epoch-making event of his life came about in a very strange way. M. belonged to a joint family with several collateral members. Some ten years after he began his career as an educationist, bitter quarrels broke out among the members of the family, driving the sensitive M. to despair and utter despondency. He lost all interest in life and left home one night to go into the wide world with the idea of ending his life. At dead of night he took rest in his sister's house at Baranagar, and in the morning, accompanied by a nephew Siddheswar, he wandered from one garden to another in Calcutta until Siddheswar brought him to the Temple Garden of Dakshineswar where Sri Ramakrishna was then living. After spending some time in the beautiful rose gardens there, he was directed to the Room of the Paramahamsa, where the eventful meeting of the Master and the disciple took place on a blessed evening (the exact date is not on record) on a Sunday in March 1882. As regards what took place on the occasion, the reader is referred to the opening section of the first chapter of the Gospel.
  
  --
  
  It looks as if M. was brought to the world by the Great Master to record his words and transmit them to posterity. Swami Sivananda, a direct disciple of the Master and the second President of the Ramakrishna Math and Mission, says on this topic: "Whenever there was an interesting talk, the Master would call Master Mahashay if he was not in the Room, and then draw his attention to the holy words spoken. We did not know then why the Master did so. Now we can realise that this action of the Master had an important significance, for it was reserved for Master Mahashay to give to the world at large the sayings of the Master." ( Vednta Kesari Vol. XIX P 141.) Thanks to M., we get, unlike in the case of the great teachers of the past, a faithful record with date, time, exact report of conversations, description of concerned men and places, references to contemporary events and personalities and a hundred other details for the last four years of the Master's life (1882-'86), so that no one can doubt the historicity of the Master and his teachings at any time in the future.
  

1.01_-_Appearance_and_Reality, #The Problems of Philosophy, #Bertrand Russell, #Philosophy
  
  The shape of the table is no better. We are all in the habit of judging as to the 'real' shapes of things, and we do this so unreflectingly that we come to think we actually see the real shapes. But, in fact, as we all have to learn if we try to draw, a given thing looks different in shape from every different point of view. If our table is 'really' rectangular, it will look, from almost all points of view, as if it had two acute angles and two obtuse angles. If opposite sides are parallel, they will look as if they converged to a point away from the spectator; if they are of equal length, they will look as if the nearer side were longer. All these things are not commonly noticed in looking at a table, because experience has taught us to construct the 'real' shape from the apparent shape, and the 'real' shape is what interests us as practical men. But the 'real' shape is not what we see; it is something inferred from what we see. And what we see is constantly changing in shape as we move about the Room; so that here again the senses seem not to give us the truth about the table itself, but only about the appearance of the table.
  
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  There are two different questions involved when we ask whether matter exists, and it is important to keep them clear. We commonly mean by
  'matter' something which is opposed to 'mind', something which we think of as occupying space and as radically incapable of any sort of thought or consciousness. It is chiefly in this sense that Berkeley denies matter; that is to say, he does not deny that the sense-data which we commonly take as signs of the existence of the table are really signs of the existence of _something_ independent of us, but he does deny that this something is non-mental, that it is neither mind nor ideas entertained by some mind. He admits that there must be something which continues to exist when we go out of the Room or shut our eyes, and that what we call seeing the table does really give us reason for believing in something which persists even when we are not seeing it. But he thinks that this something cannot be radically different in nature from what we see, and cannot be independent of seeing altogether, though it must be independent of _our_ seeing. He is thus led to regard the 'real' table as an idea in the mind of God. Such an idea has the required permanence and independence of ourselves, without being--as matter would otherwise be--something quite unknowable, in the sense that we can only infer it, and can never be directly and immediately aware of it.
  

1.01_-_How_is_Knowledge_Of_The_Higher_Worlds_Attained?, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Theosophy
   p. 6
   shown in their childhood by subsequent students of higher knowledge is well known to the experienced in these matters. There are children who look up with religious awe to those whom they venerate. For such people they have a respect which forbids them, even in the deepest recess of their heart, to harbor any thought of criticism or opposition. Such children grow up into young men and women who feel happy when they are able to look up to anything that fills them with veneration. From the ranks of such children are recruited many students of higher knowledge. Have you ever paused outside the door of some venerated person, and have you, on this your first visit, felt a religious awe as you pressed on the handle to enter the Room which for you is a holy place? If so, a feeling has been manifested within you which may be the germ of your future adherence to the path of knowledge. It is a blessing for every human being in process of development to have such feelings upon which to build. Only it must not be thought that this disposition leads to submissiveness and slavery. What was once a childlike veneration for persons becomes, later, a veneration for truth and knowledge.
  

1.01_-_The_First_Steps, #Raja-Yoga, #Swami Vivkenanda, #unset
  
  Those of you who can afford it will do better to have a room for this practice alone. Do not sleep in that room, it must be kept holy. You must not enter the Room until you have bathed, and are perfectly clean in body and mind. Place flowers in that room always; they are the best surroundings for a Yogi; also pictures that are pleasing. Burn incense morning and evening. Have no quarrelling, nor anger, nor unholy thought in that room. Only allow those persons to enter it who are of the same thought as you. Then gradually there will be an atmosphere of holiness in the Room, so that when you are miserable, sorrowful, doubtful, or your mind is disturbed, the very fact of entering that room will make you calm. This was the idea of the temple and the church, and in some temples and churches you will find it even now, but in the majority of them the very idea has been lost. The idea is that by keeping holy vibrations there the place becomes and remains illumined. Those who cannot afford to have a room set apart can practice anywhere they like. Sit in a straight posture, and the first thing to do is to send a current of holy thought to all creation. Mentally repeat, "Let all beings be happy; let all beings be peaceful; let all beings be blissful." So do to the east, south, north and west. The more you do that the better you will feel yourself. You will find at last that the easiest way to make ourselves healthy is to see that others are healthy, and the easiest way to make ourselves happy is to see that others are happy. After doing that, those who believe in God should pray not for money, not for health, nor for heaven; pray for knowledge and light; every other prayer is selfish. Then the next thing to do is to think of your own body, and see that it is strong and healthy; it is the best instrument you have. Think of it as being as strong as adamant, and that with the help of this body you will cross the ocean of life. Freedom is never to be reached by the weak. Throw away all weakness. Tell your body that it is strong, tell your mind that it is strong, and have unbounded faith and hope in yourself.
  

1.02_-_The_7_Habits_An_Overview, #The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, #Stephen Covey, #unset
  
  If you have P and PC in balance, she cleans the Room cheerfully, without being reminded, because she is committed and has the discipline to stay with the commitment. She is a valuable asset, a goose that can produce golden eggs.
  
  But if your paradigm is focused on Production, on getting the Room clean, you might find yourself nagging her to do it. You might even escalate your efforts to threatening or yelling, and in your desire to get the golden egg, you undermine the health and welfare of the goose.
  

1.02_-_The_Human_Soul, #The Interior Castle or The Mansions, #Saint Teresa of Avila, #Christianity
  
  9.: A soul which gives itself to prayer, either much or little, should on no account be kept within narrow bounds. Since God has given it such great dignity, permit it to wander at will through the Rooms of the castle, from the lowest to the highest. Let it not force itself to remain for very long in the same mansion, even that of self-knowledge. Mark well, however, that self-knowledge is indispensable, even for those whom God takes to dwell in the same mansion with Himself. Nothing else, however elevated, perfects the soul which must never seek to forget its own nothingness. Let humility be always at work, like the bee at the honeycomb, or all will be lost. But, remember, the bee leaves its hive to fly in search of flowers and the soul should sometimes cease thinking of itself to rise in meditation on the grandeur and majesty of its God. It will learn its own baseness better thus than by self-contemplation, and will be freer from the reptiles which enter the first room where self-knowledge is acquired. The palmito here referred to is not a palm, but a shrub about four feet high and very dense with leaves, resembling palm leaves. The poorer classes and principally children dig it up by the roots, which they peel of its many layers until a sort of kernel is disclosed, which is eaten, not without relish, and is somewhat like a filbert in taste. See St. John of the Cross, Accent of Mount Carmel, bk. ii. ch, xiv, 3. Although it is a great grace from God to practise self-examination, yet 'too much is as bad as too little,' as they say; believe me, by God's help, we shall advance more by contemplating the Divinity than by keeping our eyes fixed on ourselves, poor creatures of earth that we are.
  
  10.: I do not know whether I have put this clearly; self-knowledge is of such consequence that I would not have you careless of it, though you may be lifted to heaven in prayer, because while on earth nothing is more needful than humility. Therefore, I repeat, not only a good way, but the best of all ways, is to endeavour to enter first by the Room where humility is practised, which is far better than at once rushing on to the others. This is the right road;-if we know how easy and safe it is to walk by it, why ask for wings with which to fly? Let us rather try to learn how to advance quickly. I believe we shall never learn to know ourselves except by endeavouring to know God, for, beholding His greatness we are struck by our own baseness, His purity shows our foulness, and by meditating on His humility we find how very far we are from being humble.
  
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  15 :You must notice that the light which comes from the King's palace hardly shines at all in these first mansions; although not as gloomy and black as the soul in mortal sin, yet they are in semi-darkness, and their inhabitants see scarcely anything. I cannot explain myself; I do not mean that this is the fault of the mansions themselves, but that the number of snakes, vipers, and venomous reptiles from outside the castle prevent souls entering them from seeing the light. They resemble a person entering a chamber full of brilliant sunshine, with eyes clogged and half closed with dust. Though the Room itself is light, he cannot see because of his self-imposed impediment. In the same way, these fierce and wild beasts blind the eyes of the beginner, so that he sees nothing but them.
  

1.037_-_Preventing_the_Fall_in_Yoga, #The Study and Practice of Yoga, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga
  
  When there is a physical condition of the type of painful illness, the practice should not be diminished. Generally, when we have a little fever, we will not be able to sit for meditation; and of course when there is a headache, it is out of the question. But knowing that these are the necessary and expected consequences of practice, one should not become diffident, and the practice of meditation should not be brought down to a lower level, either in quantity or quality, merely because of these obstacles. They will be there for some days, and sometimes even for months, but they will pass away. Just as when we clean a room with a broom there is a rise of dust, and it may look as if we are worsening the condition in the Room rather than cleaning it, that is not the truth, because afterwards all of the dust will vanish and the whole room will be clean. Likewise, in the beginning it may look as if there is something worse happening to us than what has occurred earlier, but it is not true. We are getting cleaned up, and a day will come when the storm will cease and we shall be happy.
  

1.03_-_The_Psychic_Prana, #Raja-Yoga, #Swami Vivkenanda, #unset
  
  Next we shall take one fact from physics. We all hear of electricity and various other forces connected with it. What electricity is no one knows, but so far as it is known, it is a sort of motion. There are various other motions in the universe; what is the difference between them and electricity? Suppose this table moves that the molecules which compose this table are moving in different directions; if they are all made to move in the same direction, it will be through electricity. Electric motion makes the molecules of a body move in the same direction. If all the air molecules in a room are made to move in the same direction, it will make a gigantic battery of electricity of the Room. Another point from physiology we must remember, that the centre which regulates the respiratory system, the breathing system, has a sort of controlling action over the system of nerve currents.
  

1.03_-_To_Layman_Ishii, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #Hakuin Ekaku, #Zen
  
   a The word chambers (hj), normally the quarters of a head priest, also alludes to the Room where the great Layman Vimalakirti taught. An annotation states that the Room may have been Ishii's teahouse. b Chij khai, the second of three kinds of "leakage" posited by Tung-shan Liang-chieh, in which the student, while trying to rid himself of delusory thoughts, still remains within the realm of dualism
  (The Eye of Men and Gods, ch. 3). c That is, a shippei, or black-lacquered bamboo stick. d A false makeshift seal carved from melon rind.

1.04_-_THE_RABBIT_SENDS_IN_A_LITTLE_BILL, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction
  "He took me for his housemaid!" said Alice, as she ran off. "How surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am!" As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brass plate with the name "W. RABBIT" engraved upon it. She went in without knocking and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and gloves.
  By this time, Alice had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the window, and on it a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white kid-gloves; she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves and was just going to leave the Room, when her eyes fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking-glass. She uncorked it and put it to her lips, saying to herself, "I do hope it'll make me grow large again, for, really, I'm quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!"
  Before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle, remarking, "That's quite enough--I hope I sha'n't grow any more."

1.05_-_Buddhism_and_Women, #Tara - The Feminine Divine, #Bokar Rinpoche, #Buddhism
  was very old and lived alone, witho ut any attend ant,
  in her cave divid ed into two small rooms. the Room
  where she was faced her shrine and was lighte d only

1.05_-_The_Belly_of_the_Whale, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology
  world, in and out of the dragon, as readily as a king through all
  the Rooms of his house. And therein lies his power to save; for
  his passing and returning demonstrate that through all the con

1.06_-_PIG_AND_PEPPER, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction
  "Oh, _please_ mind what you're doing!" cried Alice, jumping up and down in an agony of terror.
  "Here! You may nurse it a bit, if you like!" the Duchess said to Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. "I must go and get ready to play croquet with the Queen," and she hurried out of the Room.
  Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-shaped little creature and held out its arms and legs in all directions. "If I don't take this child away with me," thought Alice, "they're sure to kill it in a day or two. Wouldn't it be murder to leave it behind?" She said the last words out loud and the little thing grunted in reply.

1.070_-_The_Seven_Stages_of_Perfection, #The Study and Practice of Yoga, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga
  
  Therefore, the perfection of understanding, or the viveka khyati referred to, is a gradual widening of the grasp which consciousness has over the substances of nature. At present, one has no grasp over anything because there is an isolation of oneself from the cosmic substance due to the affirmation of the ego, or the asmita, and the weakness of personality. Whatever be the type of that weakness physical or psychological it is due to the inability of cosmic forces to enter into oneself, just as the sunlight cannot enter the Rooms of a house if all the doors and windows are closed. Even if the sun is blazing outside, we may be shivering inside due to the doors and windows being closed, preventing the light of the sun from entering.
  

1.07_-_A_Song_of_Longing_for_Tara,_the_Infallible, #How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator, #Thubten Chodron, #unset
  being very calm and then suddenly an angry thought comes in? The energy of
  that angry thought is extremely powerful. Even if nobody else in the Room
  knows about that angry thought, its power and the effect it has upon us is
  --
  is good enough; my rank at work is good enough. The food they serve at the
  retreat is good enough. The temperature in the Room is good enough.
  Once, one person wrote on the feedback form after a retreat, The food

1.07_-_Hui_Ch'ao_Asks_about_Buddha, #The Blue Cliff Records, #Yuanwu Keqin, #Zen
  room, but just ordered his followers to go along with the others
  to enter the Room.
  One day when Fa Yen had ascended his seat, there was a

1.09_-_Taras_Ultimate_Nature, #How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator, #Thubten Chodron, #unset
  mind, the I and the body and mind would be totally unrelated. In that case,
  our body and mind could be on one side of the Room and we could be on the
  other. In sum, however much we search trying to nd an inherently existent

1.12_-_Brute_Neighbors, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  
  The mice which haunted my house were not the common ones, which are said to have been introduced into the country, but a wild native kind not found in the village. I sent one to a distinguished naturalist, and it interested him much. When I was building, one of these had its nest underneath the house, and before I had laid the second floor, and swept out the shavings, would come out regularly at lunch time and pick up the crumbs at my feet. It probably had never seen a man before; and it soon became quite familiar, and would run over my shoes and up my clothes. It could readily ascend the sides of the Room by short impulses, like a squirrel, which it resembled in its motions. At length, as I leaned with my elbow on the bench one day, it ran up my clothes, and along my sleeve, and round and round the paper which held my dinner, while I kept the latter close, and dodged and played at bopeep with it; and when at last I held still a piece of cheese between my thumb and finger, it came and nibbled it, sitting in my hand, and afterward cleaned its face and paws, like a fly, and walked away.
  

1.18_-_The_Importance_of_our_Conventional_Greetings,_etc., #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
  It is not a concentration-practice proper; I haven't a good word for it. "Background-concentration" or "long-distance-concentration" are clumsy, and not too accurate. It is really rather like a public school education. One is not constantly "doing a better thing that one has ever done;" one is not dropping one's eye-glass every two minutes, or being a little gentleman in the act of brushing one's hair. The point is that one trains oneself to react properly at any moment of surprise. It must become "second nature" for "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law." to spring to the forefront of the mind when one is introduced to a stranger, or comes down to breakfast, or hears the telephone bell, or observes the hour of the adoration, (these are to be the superficial reactions, like instinctively rising when a lady enters the Room), or, at the other end, in moments of immediate peril, or of sudden apprehension, or when in one's meditation, one approaches the deepest strata.
  

1.201_-_Socrates, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Heracles! he exclaimed, What is this! You, Socrates? You were lying there to ambush me again, just as you used to do, making a sudden appearance in a place where I least expected you. Now what are you up to? And another thing, why are you on this particular couch? I notice you are not beside someone like Aristophanes who enjoys mockery too.
  No, you have schemed to take a place beside the best-looking man in the Room.
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1.23_-_Improvising_a_Temple, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
  The first point is the Banishing: Everything is to be removed from the Room which is not absolutely necessary to the Work.
  

1.240_-_1.300_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
  
  Sri Maharshi was examined on Commission. There was a crowd but the proceedings went on smoothly in the Room on the North East.
  

1.240_-_Talks_2, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A certain man, who claims to have been Sri Maharshis quondam disciple, has filed a suit in the court praying for a declaration that he is the legitimate Sarvadhikari of the Asramam.
  Sri Maharshi was examined on Commission. There was a crowd but the proceedings went on smoothly in the Room on the North East.
  The following are a few titbits therefrom: Sri Bhagavans answers were quite spontaneous and smooth.

1.24_-_Necromancy_and_Spiritism, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
  Contrast with this elaborate care, rightness of every detail, earnestness and intentness upon the goal contrast, I say, the modern Spiritist in the dingy squalor of her foul back street in her suburban slum, the Room musty, smelling of stale food, the hideous prints, the cheap and rickety furniture, calling up any one required from Jesus Christ to Queen Victoria, all at a bob-a-nob!
  

1.25_-_Fascinations,_Invisibility,_Levitation,_Transmutations,_.Kinks_in_Time., #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
    Nearly midnight. At this moment we stopped dictating, and began to converse. Then Fra. P. said: "Oh, if I could only dictate a book like the Tao Teh King!" Then he closed his eyes as if meditating. Just before I had noticed a change in his face, most extraordinary, as if he were no longer the same person; in fact, in the ten minutes we were talking he seemed to be any number of different people. I especially noticed the pupils of his eyes were so enlarged that the entire eye seemed black. (I tremble so and have such a quaking feeling inside, simply in thinking of last night, that I can't form letters). Then quite slowly the entire room filled with a thick yellow light (deep golden, but not brilliant. I mean not dazzling, but soft.) Fra. P. Looked like a person I had never seen but seemed to know quite well his face, clothes and all were of the same yellow. I was so disturbed that I looked up to the ceiling to see what caused the light, but could only see the candles. Then the chair on which he sat seemed to rise; it was like a throne, and he seemed to rise; it was like a throne, and he seemed to be either dead or sleeping; but it was certainly no longer Fra. P. This frightened me, and I tried to understand by looking round the Room; when I looked back the chair was raised, and he was still the same. I realized I was alone; and thinking he was dead or gone or some other terrible thing I lost consciousness.
  
  --
  
    I saw a very striking case of this at Kandy. When Allan was meditating, it was my duty to bring his food very quietly (from time to time) into the Room adjoining that where he was working. One day he missed two successive meals, and I thought I ought to look into his room to see if all was well. I must explain that I have known only two European women and three European men who could sit in the attitude called Padmasana, which is that usually seen in seated images of the Buddha. Of these men, Allan was one. He could knot his legs so well that, putting his hands on the ground, he could swing his body to and fro in the air between them. When I looked into his room I found him not seated on his meditation mat, which was in the centre of the Room at the end farthest from the window, but in a distant corner ten or twelve feet off, still in his knotted position, resting on his head and right shoulder, exactly like an image overturned. I set him right way up, and he came out of his trance. He was quite unconscious that anything unusual had happened. But he had evidently been thrown there by the mysterious forces generated by Pranayama.
  
  --
  
  "Must, my foot!" He persisted: "You have published the secret of the 9th degree of O.T.O., and you must take the corresponding oaths." "I have done nothing of the sort. I don't know the secret. I don't want to know it. I don't . . ." He interrupted me; he strode across the Room; he plucked a book from the shelves; he opened it; he thrust it under my nose; he pointed out a passage with a minatory index. I began to stammer. "Yes, I wrote that. I don't know what it means; I don't like it; I only put it in because it was written in rather curious circumstances, and I was too lazy or perhaps a little afraid to reject it and write what I wanted." He fastened on one point: "You don't know what it means?" I repeated that I did not, even now that he had claimed it as important. He explained it to me, as to a child. I was merely surprised; it didn't sound possible. (Sister, all this while I've been lying to you like an Archbishop; it is connected with fascinations; indeed, it has very little to do with anything else!)
  

1.439, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
  Sri Bhagavan. He also went to see Maj. Chadwick in his room and there he suddenly became unconscious. Maj. Chadwick requested Sri
  Bhagavan to see him. Sri Bhagavan went into the Room, took a seat and gazed on Mr. Maugham. He regained his senses and saluted Sri
  
  --
  Chadwick encouraged him to ask. Sri Bhagavan said, All finished.
  Heart-talk is all talk. All talk must end in silence only. They smiled and Sri Bhagavan left the Room.
  Talk 551.
  --
  
  In a cinema show the Room is first darkened, artificial light is introduced; only in this light are the pictures projected.
  For differentiation a reflected light is thus necessary. A sleeper dreams, he is not out of sleep: only in the darkness or ignorance of sleep can he see the unreal dream objects.

1.51_-_How_to_Recognise_Masters,_Angels,_etc.,_and_how_they_Work, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
  I was entirely overwhelmed. I jumped out of the car and ran up to the house. I found Virakam in the main room. The instant I entered I understood that it was entirely suited for a temple. The walls were decorated with crude frescoes which somehow suggested the exact atmosphere proper to the Work. The very shape of the Room seemed somehow significant. Further, it seemed as if it were filled with a peculiar emanation. This impression must not be dismissed as sheer fancy. Few men but are sufficiently sensitive to distinguish the spiritual aura of certain buildings. It is impossible not to feel reverence in certain cathedrals and temples. The most ordinary dwelling houses often possess an atmosphere of their own; some depress, some cheer; some disgust, others strike chill to the heart.
  

1.550_-_1.600_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
  Sri Bhagavan. He also went to see Maj. Chadwick in his room and there he suddenly became unconscious. Maj. Chadwick requested Sri
  Bhagavan to see him. Sri Bhagavan went into the Room, took a seat and gazed on Mr. Maugham. He regained his senses and saluted Sri
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  --
  
  Heart-talk is all talk. All talk must end in silence only." They smiled and Sri Bhagavan left the Room.
  
  --
  Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi
  In a cinema show the Room is first darkened, artificial light is introduced; only in this light are the pictures projected.
  

1.57_-_Beings_I_have_Seen_with_my_Physical_Eye, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
  The temple was approximately 16 feet by 8, and 12 high. A small "double- cube" altar of acacia was in the centre of a circle; outside this was a triangle in which it was proposed to get the demon to appear. the Room was thick with the smoke of incense, some that of Abramelin, but mostly, in a special censer in the triangle, Dittany of Crete (we decided to use this, as H.P.B. once said that its magical virtue was greater than that of any other herb).
  
  As the ceremony proceeded, we were aware that the smoke was not uniform in thickness throughout the Room, but tended to be almost opaquely dense in some parts of it, all but clear in others. This effect was much more definite than could possibly be explained by draughts, of by our own movements. Presently it gathered itself together still more completely, until it was roughly as if a column of smoke were rising from the tri- angle, leaving the rest of the Room practically clear.
  

1.66_-_Vampires, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
  Listen to Eliphas Lvi! He warns us against a type of person, fearless and cold-blooded, who seems to have the power to cast a sudden chill, merely by entering the Room, upon the gayest party ever assembled.
  

2.01_-_Habit_1_Be_Proactive, #The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, #Stephen Covey, #unset
  
  As you read this book, try to stand apart from yourself. Try to project your consciousness upward into a corner of the Room and see yourself, in your mind's eye, reading. Can you look at yourself almost as though you were someone else?
  

2.01_-_MASTER_AND_DISCIPLE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  M., being at leisure on Sundays, had gone with his friend Sidhu to visit several gardens at Baranagore. As they were walking in Prasanna Bannerji's garden, Sidhu said: "There is a charming place on the bank of the Ganges where a paramahamsa lives. Should you like to go there?" M. assented and they started immediately for the Dakshineswar temple garden. They arrived at the main gate at dusk and went straight to Sri Ramakrishna's room. And there they found him seated on a wooden couch, facing the east. With a smile on his face he was talking of God. the Room was full of people, all seated on the floor, drinking in his words in deep silence.
  
  --
  
  As he left the Room with Sidhu, he heard the sweet music of the evening service arising in the temple from gong, bell, drum, and cymbal. He could hear music from the nahabat, too, at the south end of the garden. The sounds travelled over the Ganges, floating away and losing themselves in the distance. A soft spring wind was blowing, laden with the fragrance of flowers; the moon had just appeared. It was as if nature and man together were preparing for the evening worship. M. and Sidhu visited the twelve Siva temples, the Radhakanta temple, and the temple of Bhavatarini. And as M.
  
  --
  
  On the way back to Sri Ramakrishna's room the two friends talked. Sidhu told M. that the temple garden had been founded by Rani Rasmani. He said that God was worshipped there daily as Kali, Krishna, and Siva, and that within the gates sadhus and beggars were fed. When they reached Sri Ramakrishna's door again, they found it shut, and Brinde, the Maid, standing outside. M., who had been trained in English manners and would not enter a room without permission, asked her, "Is the holy man in?" Brinde replied, "Yes he's in the Room."
  
  --
  
  M: "Perhaps it is time for his evening worship. May we go into the Room? Will you tell him we are anxious to see him?"
  
  --
  
  Entering the Room, they found Sri Ramakrishna alone, seated on the wooden couch.
  
  --
  
  Sri Ramakrishna was sitting on the small couch. the Room was filled with devotees,3
  
  --
  
  There was deep silence in the Room.
  
  --
  
  At this point Narendra left the Room. Kedar, Prankrishna, M., and many others remained.
  
  --
  
  No sooner had M. entered the Room than the Master laughed aloud and said to the boys, "There! He has come again." They all joined in the laughter. M. bowed low before him and took a seat. Before this he had saluted the Master with folded hands, like one with an English education. But that day he learnt to fall down at his feet in orthodox Hindu fashion.
  
  --
  
  In the mean time the Master was having great fun with the boys, treating them as if they were his most intimate friends. Peals of side-splitting laughter filled the Room, as if it were a mart of joy. The whole thing was a revelation to M. He thought: "Didn't I see him only yesterday intoxicated with God? Wasn't he swimming then in the Ocean of Divine Love - a sight I had never seen before? And today the same person is behaving like an ordinary man! Wasn't it he who scolded me on the first day of my coming here?
  

2.02_-_Habit_2_Begin_with_the_End_in_Mind, #The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, #Stephen Covey, #unset
  
  As you walk down to the front of the Room and look inside the casket, you suddenly come face to face with yourself. This is your funeral, three years from today. All these people have come to honor you, to express feelings of love and appreciation for your life.
  
  --
  
  But the thing that impressed me the very most was to see an employee, on his own, admit a mistake to his boss. We ordered room service, and were told when it would be delivered to the Room. On the way to our room, the Room service person spilled the hot chocolate, and it took a few extra minutes to go back and change the linen on the tray and replace the drink. So the Room service was about fifteen minutes late, which was really not that important to us.
  
  Nevertheless, the next morning the Room service manager phoned us to apologize and invited us to have either the buffet breakfast or a room service breakfast, compliments of the hotel, to in some way compensate for the inconvenience.
  

2.02_-_The_Circle, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  1:THE Circle announces the Nature of the Great Work.
  2:Though the Magician has been limited in his choice of room, he is more or less able to choose what part of the Room he will work in.
  3:He will consider convenience and possibility. His circle should not be too small and cramp his movements; it should not be so large that he has long distances to traverse. Once the circle is made and consecrated, the Magician must not leave it, or even lean outside, lest he be destroyed by the hostile forces that are without. He chooses a circle rather than any other lineal figure for many reasons; e.g.,

2.03_-_VISIT_TO_VIDYASAGAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  After taking some of the sweets, the Master, with a smile, began to speak to Vidyasagar. Meanwhile the Room had become filled with people; some were standing and others were seated.
  
  --
  
  Sri Ramakrishna then took leave of Vidyasagar, who with his friends escorted the Master to the main gate, leading the way with a lighted candle in his hand. Before leaving the Room, the Master prayed for the family's welfare, going into an ecstatic mood as he did so.
  

2.04_-_ADVICE_TO_HOUSEHOLDERS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  Incense was burnt in the Room, where an oil lamp had been lighted. Sounds of conch-shells and gongs came floating on the air as the evening worship began in the temple of Kli. The light of the moon flooded all the quarters. The Master again spoke to M.
  
  --
  
  At dawn some of the devotees were up. They saw the Master, naked as a child, pacing up and down the Room, repeating the names of the various gods and goddesses. His voice was sweet as nectar. Now he would look at the Ganges, now stop in front of the pictures hanging on the wall and bow down before them, chanting all the while the holy names in his sweet voice. He chanted: "Veda, Purana, Tantra; Gita, Gayatri; Bhagavata, Bhakta, Bhagavan." Referring to the Gita, he repeated many times, "Tagi, tagi, tagi."
  
  --
  
  Sounds of conchshells and cymbals were carried on the air. The devotees came outside the Room and saw the priests and servants gathering flowers in the garden for the divine service in the temples. From the nahabat floated the sweet melody of musical instruments, befitting the morning hours.
  
  --
  
  The sannyasis belonging to the sect of Nanak entered the Room and greeted the Master, saying, "Namo Narayanaya." Sri Ramakrishna asked them to sit down.
  
  --
  
  Suppose, there are treasures in a room. If you want to see them and lay hold of them, you must take the trouble to get the key and unlock the door. After that you must take the treasures out. But suppose the Room is locked, and standing outside the door you say to yourself: 'Here I have opened the door. Now I have broken the lock of the chest.
  

2.05_-_THE_MASTER_AND_KESHAB, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  As the air in the Room was stuffy because of the crowd of people, Keshab opened the windows. He was embarrassed to meet Vijay, since they had differed in certain principles of the Brhrno Samaj and Vijay had separated himself from Keshab's organization, joining another society.
  
  --
  
  Narendra, who lived in that quarter of the city, was sent for. In the mean time Sri Ramakrishna and the devotees were invited to the drawing-room upstairs. The floor of the Room was covered with a carpet and a white sheet. A few cushions were lying about. On the wall hung an oil painting especially painted for Surendra, in which Sri Ramakrishna was pointing out to Keshab the harmony of Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, and other religions. On seeing the picture Keshab had once said, "Blessed is the man who conceived the idea."
  

2.06_-_THE_MASTER_WITH_THE_BRAHMO_DEVOTEES, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  Mr. Viswas had been sitting in the Room a long time; he now left. He had once been wealthy but had squandered everything in an immoral life. Finally he had become indifferent to his wife and children. Referring to Mr. Viswas, the Master said: "He is an unfortunate wretch. A householder has his duties to discharge, his debts to pay: his debt to the gods, his debt to his ancestors, his debt to the rishis, and his debt to wife and children. If a wife is chaste, then her husband should support her; he should also bring up their children until they are of age. Only a monk must not save; the bird and the monk do not provide for the morrow. But even a bird provides when it has young.
  
  --
  
  A devotee from Nandanbagan entered the Room with his friends. The Master looked at him and said, "Everything inside him can be seen through his eyes, as one sees the objects in a room through a glass door." This devotee and his brothers always celebrated the anniversary of the Brahmo Samaj at their house in Nandanbagan. Sri Ramakrishna had taken part in these festivals.
  
  --
  
  It was an early hour of the morning, about two or three o'clock. the Room was dark. Sri Ramakrishna was seated on his bed and now and then conversed with the devotees.
  

2.07_-_I_Also_Try_to_Tell_My_Tale, #The Castle of Crossed Destinies, #Italo Calvino, #Fiction
  
  In these paintings of interiors, what counts is how a certain number of quite distinct objects are set in a certain space and allow light and time to flow over their surface: bound volumes, parchment scrolls, hourglasses, astrolabes, shells, the sphere hanging from the ceiling which shows how the heavens rotate (in Drer, its place is taken by a pumpkin). The Saint Jerome-Saint Augustine figure can be seated squarely in the center of the canvas, as in Antonello, but we know that the portrait includes the catalogue of objects, and the space of the Room reproduces the space of the mind, the encyclopaedic ideal of the intellect, its order, its categories, its calm.
  

2.07_-_THE_MASTER_AND_VIJAY_GOSWAMI, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  At eight o'clock in the morning Sri Ramakrishna was seated on a mat spread on the floor of his room at Dakshineswar. Since it was a cold day, he had wrapped his body in his moleskin shawl. Prankrishna and M. were seated in front of him. Rakhal, too, was in the Room. Prankrishna was a high government official and lived in Calcutta. Since he had had no offspring by his first wife, with her permission he had married a second time. By the second wife he had a son. Because he was rather stout, the Master addressed him now and then as "the fat brahmin". He had great respect for Sri Ramakrishna. Though a householder, Prankrishna studied the Vedanta and had been heard to say: "Brahman alone is real and the world illusory. I am He." The Master used to say to him: "In the Kaliyuga the life of a man depends on food. The path of devotion prescribed by Narada is best for this age."
  
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  A boy six or seven years old entered the Room. The Master himself became like a child.
  
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  Sitting on the floor in the Room was a young man from Agarpara about twenty-two years old. Whenever he came to the temple garden, he would take the Master aside, by a sign, and whisper his thoughts to him. He was a newcomer. That day he was sitting on the floor near the Master.
  
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  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.
  

2.07_-_The_Triangle_of_Love, #Bhakti-Yoga, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  
  The king then wanted the sage to oblige him by receiving a present from him. The sage refused to do so, saying, The fruits of the forest are enough food for me; the pure streams of water flowing down from the mountains give enough of drink for me; the barks of the trees supply me with enough of covering; and the caves of the mountains form my home. Why Should I take any present from you or from anybody? The king said, Just to benefit me, sir, please take something from my hands, and please come with me to the city and to my palace. After much persuasion, the sage at last consented to do as the king desired and went with him to his palace. Before offering the gift to the sage the king repeated his prayers, saying, Lord, give me more children; Lord, give me more wealth; Lord, give me more territory ; Lord, keep my body in better health, and so on. Before the king finished saying his prayer, the sage had got up and walked away from the Room quietly. At this the king became perplexed and began to follow him, crying aloud, Sir, you are going away, you have not received my gifts. The sage turned round to him and said, I do not beg of beggars. You are yourself nothing but a beggar; and how can you give me anything? I am no fool to think of taking anything from a beggar like you. Go away, do not follow me. There is well brought out the distinction between mere beggars and the real lovers of God.
  

2.08_-_THE_MASTERS_BIRTHDAY_CELEBRATION_AT_DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  Rakhal was thus seated by the Master when a man entered the Room and said that a high tide was coming in the Ganges. The Master and the devotees ran to the Panchavati to see it. At the sight of a boat being tossed by the tide, Sri Ramakrishna exclaimed: "Look! Look! I hope nothing happens to it."
  
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  A Vaishnava goswami was seated in the Room. The Master said to him: "Well, what do you say? What is the way?"
  
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  Rakhal's father was sitting in the Room. At that time Rakhal was staying with the Master. After his mother's death his father had married a second time. Now and then he came to Dakinewar because of Rakhal's being there. He did not raise much objection to his son's living with the Master. Being a wealthy man of the world, he was always involved in litigation. There were lawyers and deputy magistrates among Sri Ramakrishna's visitors.
  
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  An unknown Bengali, dressed in the ochre cloth of a monk, entered the Room and sat on the floor. The Master's mind was coming down to the ordinary plane of consciousness.
  

2.09_-_ADVICE_TO_THE_BRAHMOS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  It was Sunday morning. The Master, looking like a boy, was seated in his room, and near him was another boy, his beloved disciple Rkhl. M. entered and saluted the Master. Ramlal also was in the Room, and Kishori, Manilal Mallick, and several other devotees gathered by and by.
  
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  Presently a few elderly members of the Brahmo Samaj arrived. the Room was full of devotees. Sri Ramakrishna was sitting on his bed, facing the north. He kept smiling, and talked to the Brahmo devotees in a joyous mood.
  
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  Second, the soot and dirt are removed from the Rooms. Third, the courtyard, floors, and other places are swept clean. Finally the master himself sends various things to the house such as a carpet, a hubble-bubble for smoking, and the like. When you see these things arriving, you conclude that the master will very soon come"
  
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  "Mere possession of money doesn't make a nobleman. One sign of the mansion of a nobleman is that all the Rooms are lighted. The poor cannot afford much oil, and consequently cannot have so many lights. This shrine of the body should not be left dark; one should illumine it with the lamp of Wisdom. Lighting the lamp of knowledge in the chamber of your heart, Behold the face of the Mother, Brahman's Embodiment.
  
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  The Master went into deep samdhi. His body was motionless; he sat with folded hands as in his photograph. Tears of joy flowed from the corners of his eyes. After a long time his mind came down to the ordinary plane of consciousness. He mumbled something, of which only a word now and then could be heard by the devotees in the Room. He was saying: "Thou art I, and I am Thou-Thou eatest-Thou-I eat! . . . What is this confusion Thou hast created?"
  
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  As he uttered the words "Eternal Consort of my soul" and "Govinda", the Master again went into samdhi. There was complete silence in the Room. The eager and unsatiated eyes of the devotees were fixed on the Master, a God-man of infinite moods.
  

2.10_-_THE_MASTER_WITH_THE_BRAHMO_DEVOTEES_(II), #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  Sri Ramakrishna was asked to go to the worship hall on the second floor. A dais had been built on the eastern side of the Room. There were a few chairs and a piano in the hall. The Brahmo worship was to begin at dusk.
  

2.11_-_WITH_THE_DEVOTEES_AT_DAKSHINEWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  After his noon meal the Master took a short rest. Manilal Mallick, an old member of the Brahmo Samaj, entered the Room and sat down after saluting the Master, who was still lying on his bed. Manilal asked him questions now and then, and the Master, still half asleep, answered with a word or two. Manilal said that Shivanath admired Nityagopal's spiritual state. The Master asked in a sleepy tone what they thought of Hazra.
  
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  It was dusk. The maidservant entered the Room and burnt incense. Manilal and some other devotees left for Calcutta. M. and Rkhl were in the Room. The Master was seated on his small couch absorbed in meditation on the Divine Mother. There was complete silence.
  
  After a time Bhagavati, an old maidservant of the temple proprietor, entered the Room and saluted the Master from a distance. Sri Ramakrishna bade her sit down. The Master had known her for many years. In her younger days she had lived a rather immoral life; but the Master's compassion was great. Soon he began to converse with her.
  
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  Emboldened by the Master's words, Bhagavati approached and saluted him, touching his feet. Like a man stung by a scorpion, Sri Ramakrishna stood up and cried out, "Govinda! Govinda!" A big jar of Ganges water stood in a comer of the Room. He hurried there, panting, and washed with the holy water the spot the maidservant had touched.
  
  The devotees in the Room were amazed to see this incident. Bhagavati sat as if struck dead.
  
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  M., too, had been there since the previous Sunday. As it was a week-day there were only a few devotees in the Room. Generally people gathered there in large numbers on Sundays or holidays.
  

2.12_-_THE_FESTIVAL_AT_PNIHTI, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  Sri Ramakrishna entered the Room in Jadu's house where the Divine Mother was worshipped. He stood before the image, which had been decorated with flowers, garlands, and sandal-paste, and which radiated a heavenly beauty and splendour. Lights were burning before the pedestal. A priest was seated before the image. The Master asked one of his companions to offer a rupee in the shrine, according to the Hindu custom.
  
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  Sri Ramakrishna had enjoyed a little rest after his midday meal. the Room had an atmosphere of purity and holiness. On the walls hung pictures of gods and goddesses, among them one of Christ rescuing the drowning Peter. Outside the Room were plants laden with fragrant flowers, and the Ganges could be seen flowing toward the south.
  
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  Rkhl was in the Room. Sri Ramakrishna was still in a state of partial consciousness when he said to Rkhl : "You were angry with me, weren't you? Do you know why I made you angry? There was a reason. Only then would the medicine work. The surgeon first brings an abscess to a head. Only then does he apply a herb so that it may burst and dry up."
  
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  In the mean time Govinda of Belgharia and some of his friends had entered the Room.
  

2.13_-_THE_MASTER_AND_M., #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  Just then Narendra and Colonel Viswanath Upadhyaya entered the Room. Narendra was then twenty-two years old and studying in college. They saluted the Master and sat down. The Master requested Narendra to sing. The Tnpura hung on the west wall of the Room. The devotees fixed their eyes on Narendra as he began to tune the drums.
  
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  Narendra left the Room and went to the east verandah, where Hazra was seated on a blanket, with a rosary in his hand. They fell to talking. Other devotees arrived. The Master came down from samdhi and looked around. He could not find Narendra. The Tnpura was lying on the floor. He noticed that the earnest eyes of the devotees were riveted on him.
  
  MASTER (referring to Narendra): "He has lighted the fire. Now it doesn't matter whether he stays in the Room or goes out.
  
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  With these words the Master left the Room abruptly and went to the northeast verandah.
  
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  The Master returned to his room. After bowing to the Divine Mother, he clapped his hands and chanted the sweet names of God. A number of holy pictures hung on the walls of the Room. Among others, there were pictures of Dhruva, Prahlada, Kli, Radha-Krishna, and the coronation of Rma. The Master bowed low before the pictures and repeated the holy names. Then he repeated the holy words, "Brahma-tm-Bhagavan; Bhagavata-Bhakta-Bhagavan; Brahma-akti, akti-Brahma; Veda, Purana, Tantra, Git, Gayatri." Then he said: "I have taken refuge at Thy feet, O Divine Mother; not I, but Thou. I am the machine and Thou art the Operator", and so on.
  
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  Rkhl , M., and Ratan were sitting on the floor. Ratan was the steward of Jadu Mallick's garden house and was devoted to the Master. Now and then Ram Chatterji and Hazra passed in or out of the Room. It was about two o'clock.
  
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  As the conversation went on, several Bengali gentlemen entered the Room and, after saluting the Master, sat down. One of them was already known to Sri Ramakrishna.
  

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