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“United we stand, divided we fall

Just watch us as we beat ya’ll.

You say ‘brother against brother��?

Well, my brother screwed your mother

And she liked it!

We’ll kick your shins and break your knee

’Cause all you got is Robert E. Lee.

Farbs!”
― Leila Sales, Past Perfect

“जयति महाकाली जयति, आद्य काली माता
जय कराल�� वदने जयति, जगात�� मातु विख्याता

Victory to you, O Mahakali! - To you Victory,
The primordial source of all beings - Victory!
The formidable-looking goddess - To you Victory,
Renowned as the mother of the world - Victory!”
― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

“कंदर्प अगणि�� अमित छवी नव नी�� नीरज सुन्दरम।
पट्पी�� मानह�� तडित रूचि शुचि नौमी जन�� सुतावरम॥

To Sri Ram, whose beauty is incomparable, I am bowing,
His body like a newly formed dense blue cloud I am seeing,
His shining yellow robes over his body are like lightening,
He is the consort of Janak’s daughter his beauty is gleaming.”
― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

“Riverman, Riverman, blood to ice.”
― Aaron Starmer, The Riverman

“I am copacetic with leaning on the sacred, but I need to make sure all the mundane bases are covered before we break out the crystals and incense for a good chant.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft

“When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l'oiseau chanter, - Lui n'entend que comment aimer.)”
― Charles de Leusse

“You meet not so much to sing as to pray, or, better yet, to pray in and through your song. Gregorian chant is for you a privileged form of prayer. You are drawn to it because you perceive the link between music and the sacred, between beauty and truth.”
― Jacques Hourlier, Entretiens sur la spiritualité du chant grégorien

“Through our chanting we merge our personal consciousness momentarily with the infinite consciousness that is our origin and our destiny. It is the drop of water finding its way back into the ocean from which it came.”
― Victor Shamas, The Chanter's Guide: Sacred Chanting As a Shamanic Practice

“No need to chant from mouth and your ear listen. Chant from mind and your every part of body listen.”
― AdOrAbLe MiNd

“Slogans seem to be dead; this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy”
― Munia Khan

“The path of moksha (ultimate liberation) has to be understood. This study of the self, doing penance, doing chanting is being done by Pudgal (Complex of intake and output; body complex). What is the benefit of that? Any Action done without the main (root) vision being changed, causes karmic bondage.”
― Dada Bhagwan, The Science Of Karma

“Renounce (tyaag) if it is in your prakruti (inherent nature). Do penance (tapa) if it is in your prakruti. Chant (japa) if it is in your prakruti. But except for the attainment of the Self, everything else is a waste.”
― Dada Bhagwan, Simple & Effective Science for Self Realization

“What is the lowest form of life in this world? Is it theft, cunningness, or falsehood? There is no state that is lower than the yearning to be worshipped by people. The desire to be worshipped while being unworthy of worship is very wrong indeed.”
― Dada Bhagwan, Simple & Effective Science for Self Realization

“In beauty may I walk,
All day may I walk,
Beauty before me, with it I wander,
Beauty behind me, with it I wander,
Beauty beloe me, with it I wander,
Beauty above me, with it I wander
On the beautiful trail I am,
With it I wander.”
― James Khan, Poltergeist

“Don’t just chant, believe; I am Brahma, You are Brahma, All are Brahma.”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, Smiling Brahma

“It was what the gleeman had called Plain Chant, those nights beside the fire on the ride north. Stories, he said, were told in three voices, High Chant, Plain Chant, and Common, which meant simply telling it the way you might tell your neighbor about your crop. Thom told stories in Common, but he did not bother to hide his contempt for the voice.”
― Robert Jordan, The Eye of the World

“She stills all storms-
Her eyes kill our enemies,
And torment the unbelievers.
From the spires of Tuono
Where dawnlight strikes
And clear water runs,
You see her shadow.
In the shining summer heat
She serves us bread and milk-
Cool, fragrant with spices.
Her eyes melt our enemies,
Torment our oppressors
And pierce all mysteries.
She is Alia. . . Alia. . . Alia. . .”
― Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

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― GLEN NESBITT, We're Off