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Samadhi is not going to take away your humanity. It will give it to you. You will become more cosmopolitan, more conscious, and more infinite.
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Borunia: Why do you want to be my friend?
Samarga: I want to know if we can be friends.
I understood your every thought. It was as if you knew me before I knew myself." Sanary-Samy
Obviously, Sam is the type of guy that hides behind his pen and pad. I promise you he wouldn't say that to my face in a dark alley where it's just me and him and no witnesses.
Ena milo melomon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, ana mala woe is we!
The three principal samskaras have to do with sex, money and power. In all those countless incarnations that one goes through in the religious practice, the avoidance is tremendous. We brand those things as evil.
Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.
I love you too, my Sam.
San: You all right?
Virt: I think i crapped myself a little
Sam: Just a little? you've got nerves of steel.
Samovar is the most essential thing in Russia, especially at times of particularly awful, sudden, and eccentric catastrophes and misfortunes
I founded Samasource because I was frustrated by traditional approaches to poverty alleviation. Even those approaches focused on jobs often equip poor people with skills for which there is little market demand.
Oh, Sam, you have the face of a child but the eyes of an old man.
When you go into samadhi, either salvikalpa or nirvikalpa, what happens is you erase, you loosen, the aggregates. You simplify them.
Agapa Know what that is?Agapa-- Frank Corso
Samskrit has moulded the minds of our people to the extent to which they themselves are not conscious. Samskrit literature is national in one sense, but its purpose has been universal. That was why it commanded the attention of people who were not followers of a particular culture.
Thanks to Sam, I was immortal.
Sam Hamill is a writer unabashedly taking his place within the community of literature and the community of all sentient beings-his fidelity is to the magnificent truth of existence, and to its commensurate singing.
I love samosas filled with mincemeat. My mum makes really great ones.
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
I love waking up with you, Sam. You feel so good. You smell so good and when I open my eyes and see you laying there so peaceful and serene, I can't help myself. I'm usually able to look at you for a few minutes before my body decides it needs to be in you.
And so Gotama wandered into the town to obtain alms, and the two Samanas recognized him only by his complete peacefulness of demeanor, by the stillness of his form, in which there was no seeking, no will, no counterfeit, no effort - only light and peace.
You are everything I've ever wanted, Sam. More than music. More than anything.
Sam: I wanted to answer, but I was broken.
Sam." I felt like I was choking. Or drowning. Maybe some of both. He stopped walking, at any rate. "You asked how I'd know who you were."
Silence.
"I'll always know.
Sirsasana the king of all asanas and the reasons are not hard to find.
Don't think I'm letting you die tonight, Sam.
You gotta be think'n Sam Adams, not drink'n Sam Adams
It is impossible to know who you are until you enter into Samadhi.
The father touched Siddhartha's shoulder. 'You will go into the forest,' he said, 'and become a Samana. If you find bliss in the forest, come back and teach it to me. If you find disillusionment, come back, and we shall again offer sacrifices to the gods together. Now go..
And I won't get to see Hikari or Aimi again? How can that be fair? What have I done to deserve this?"-
"It's not what you've done, Sam. It's who you are. You are destined for greater things because of who you are.
Sam's probably out there somewhere being his usual heroic self," Caine said. "I can't let that boy save the world all alone. I'd never live it down.
The average individual spends many, many lifetimes meditating and seeking and chewing bubblegum and doing things like that to attain the experience of samadhi.
Rumo!" said Rumo.
"That's right!" Smyke exclaimed. "You Rumo, me Smyke."
"You Rumo, me Smyke." Rumo repeated eagerly.
"No, no." Smyke chuckled.
Sam, you always have a choice. Always.
Sam enjoyed knowledge. The accumulation and distribution of facts gave him a feeling of control, of utility, of the opposite of the powerlessness that comes with having a smallish, underdeveloped body that doesn't dependably respond to the mental commands of a largish, overstimulated brain.
Sam, what do you think happened?
You okay, Sam?"
"Ha-ha, why wouldn't I be? Everything is peachy! I'm okay. I'm better than okay."
"Okay. I only ask because you haven't stopped staring at me for the last four hours."
"You lie with all your lies!
A Spiritual Samaritan lives knowing that if we were to leave this world tomorrow, we were the best humans we could be and we touched the lives of as many souls as possible. We are not asked to be perfect. We are asked to make a difference.
Sir Seretse Khama,
For as long as I've known him, Sam has been trying to out-run his demons. But he can't see the truth. His problems - they never sleep, never take a break. They'll wear him down before he can wear them out.
Make the choice that will let you sleep at night, Sam. Make the choice that will console you when it's your darkest night.
I love you, Kassia.
The Swaraj of my dream is the poor man's Swaraj.
Sam's just dealing with some issues. He recently came to the realization that he's a twenty-year-old virgin prude.
Sam, I want that to be us. I want to stand up in church in front of our family and friends and make you my wife. I want them to listen to me say my vows to you and watch me slide my ring on your finger. I want them to see you wear my mark. I want to marry you, Sam.
Sam made me uncomfortable. I had a couple of different personas that pretty much worked across the board for everyone I had ever met, but none of them seemed right for him. He was painfully, annoyingly earnest, and how was I supposed to respond to that?
A friend of mine, a friend of yours. My better half, Richard Stephen Sambora
This in the context of turning the mind away from samsara, but this doesn't mean against samsara, it is for samsara. Because, what would be the best thing for all sentient beings in samsara? The best thing would be to have a Buddha to guide one, and each one of us wishes to be that Buddha. In
In tantra, samsara is viewed as the same thing as nirvana. Eating a hamburger is meditation.
When the mind has attained to that state when it identifies itself with the internal impression of the object, leaving the external, and when, by long practice, that is retained by the mind and the mind can get into that state in a moment, that is Samyama.
According to this very simple teaching, becoming immersed in these four pairs of opposites - pleasure and pain, loss and gain, fame and disgrace, and praise and blame - is what keeps us stuck in the pain of samsara.
Sam's a - pardon my French - chicken-shit-paper-thin liar whose word is as good as a slaughterhouse bird promising golden eggs." If
Sam was creative and dedicated, but his wasn't the plodding bright-and-early work ethic of the morning person, like mine. It was the crazy creative burst of the night owl, long dark hours of despair before dawn.
Where are you looking for samadhi (enlightened blissful state)? You just come into your own original Self-form of the Soul, final liberation and samadhi are the natural qualities of the Soul!
No one calls me Sammy. My mother occasionally throws a "Samuel", but I am, and have always been, just Sam. Sammy is a name for five-year-olds and game show hosts and Shinny Happy People.
I am, definitely, not a Sammy
Sam judo-flipped him over her knee.
Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar.
Sam pissed himself all over again. I didn't think I had any more left inside me.
I didn't come to see Sammie. I came to talk to you. And I'm not high. Exactly." "Then what are you? Exactly?" "Available, sexy and free for the rest of the night." And that's when I threw up in my mouth a little.
After this happens again and again, we reach a point were there is nothing but satori, which is what nirvikalpa samadhi is like.
What a wonderful way to kill. (Misa)
Being fooled into trying to make things work out for 'me' is called samsara.
You know, Sam, it's beginning to piss me off how you figure me out. How the heck am I supposed to be intriguing and mysterious if you keep figuring me out?
She almost cried out with relief when she saw the eyes of the boy who had never backed down. She saw the eyes of the boy who had first stepped forward to fight Orc and later Caine and Drake and Penny. She saw Sam Temple. Her Sam Temple.
If there was one thing Sam understood, it was guilt. It didn't have to be logical; oftentimes it wasn't. It
sawed at your gut relentlessly, tediously, until you wore it like a scar.
In Buddhist Yoga, we refer to our mutlilife karmic traits as samskaras. They are the internal karmic patterns that make each of us who we are.
Samy was Samantha. She was wearing a white linen dress. She also had on hobbit feet, huge and extremely hairy ones.
Armus: 'No need for interogation if you'd tell me this earlier.'
Samarga: 'You wouldn't buy it if I gave it away without squeal.
The two Samanas recognized him simply by the perfection of his peace, by the stillness of his being in which there was no seeking, no desire, no imitation, no attempts at being seen
only light and peace.
I'm not leaving him, Sam! And I'm not waiting for the others to help.
Samkit (enlightened view; right belief) is not Knowledge (Gnan); it is an understanding.
What's important is the time we spent working on it together. What's important is that Sam is the kind of guy who will trade notes on a sketchpad and teach me how to make tuna melts and drop everything to drive to a parking lot
when I need him and throw stones at my window to make sure I'm okay.
Once a Buddha, always a Buddha, Sam. Dust off some of your old parables. You have about fifteen minutes.'
Sam held out his hand. Give me some tobacco and a paper.
It's over, Sam. Finally."
"Yeah," he said. "I guess it is."
"Turn out the light, Sam."
Sam reached for the switch and turned out the light.
Sam looked at me soft. And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms. And she kissed my cheek and whispered so nobody could hear.
I love you.
Rest in natural great peace, this exhausted mind, beaten helpless by karma and neurotic thought, like the relentless fury of the pounding waves in the infinite ocean of samsara.
Samyak buddhi (right intellect) is that which shows things as they are.
How do you know you were in samadhi? You know when your awareness returns to the plane of self and ideation that you have been beyond it.
Do you speak Chopnese huh? Do ya? Chop chop chop chop chop. Aha you don't.
Magnus, could you glow a little closer, please? - Sam
Sam's body language looked pretty stiff. I was too far away to hear, but I imagined her conversation with Alex was something like:
Sam: Awkward.
Alex: Awkward, awkward.
Sam (nodding): Awkward, awkward, awkward.
Yeah," he said. They stood awkwardly for a while, then Sam said, "I don't want to sound weird, but you know I love you, right?"
"Love you, too, Sam."
Sam made a move as if to hug her, but stopped himself.
She smiled. "Yeah, we're not the huggy type, are we?
I'll take you any way I can get you, Samantha, and that's the fucking truth. I love you, every damn day, I love you. I'm never going anywhere. You're it for me.
Samarkand, with its magnificent mosques, tombs and dazzling ensembles of ceramic tiles, is still one of the world's most awe-inspiring cities.
Don't leave me here alone! It's your Sam calling. Don't go where I can't follow! Wake up, Mr. Frodo!
Sam, she said, and I crushed her to me.
Relaxing at home in his 55th-floor condominium before a game, Sammy Sosa is the same as at the ball park: focused but funny, exuberant but reserved. He is in a strange country, conversing in two languages, but his every movement displays a combination of confidence and humility.
What if Sam's heart got broken again? As with most kids who are fourteen, it has been spackled and duct-taped and caulked back together many times as it is. [p. 258]
There is no secret language, Future Sam, that you have to speak in order to talk to someone you like. You just talk to them. Bonus
The things you see are real, but they are not a complete seeing - Samsara.
So amaze! Such name!
Sssssarah with five s's is
Still two syllablessssss
So often these days eating Indian food passes for spirituality. I don't meditate, I don't pray, but I eat two samosa's every day.
Sam's Place had never felt so empty. He suspected the emptiness was not in the old Quonset hut; it was in him. There was nothing in him now, nothing but the great emptiness of death, which he seemed to carry with him like a virus.
I'm Michael Sam, I'm a football player, and I'm gay.
Sam was gone.
Reality opened wide and swallowed her whole.
She didn't move from the bed.
Will I see you again?' Samsa asked one last time.
'If you think of someone enough, you're sure to meet them again,' she said in parting. This time there was real warmth in her voice.
PSA2.8 Ask of me,-- Anonymous
Counter Girl (in candy shop): You two are cute. Seriously. How long have you been going out?
Sam: Six years.
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.