Well, take what comes.
I don't grudge my fate.
I am reconciled to my fate.
Never mind, nothing is to last for ever.
a pestle must pound even if it goes to heaven
In my sane moments I rejoice for my sufferings.
I must bear my own Karma, and that without a murmur.
Things must get round; if they don't, it is all right.
This resignation is the permanent attitude of my mind.
But man proposes and who disposes? Not God surely always.
Sleep if you can; it is better to sleep than get awakened.
Let the Mother find other workers. I have my burden enough already.
Every meeting must have a separation — this is the nature of things.
Still he has passed on after a good and useful life. All is for the best.
You seem to be my fate! Grind on, old lady; it is Karma and none can avoid.
universality — perfect acceptance, not tolerance only — we preach and perform.
Things are going on, as is in the nature of things. To me has come resignation.
Things have got to come round; anyway, they are bound to, because nothing is eternal.
Never forget that a man is made great and perfect as much by his faults as by his virtues.
I am not at all sorry that more people did not respond to your call. I knew they would not.
I am glad I was born, glad I suffered so, glad I did make big blunders, glad to enter peace.
One chapter of my life is closed. Let others come in their due order. They will find me ready.
These blows must come upon us all. They are in the nature of things, yet they are so hard to bear.
All my life I have been taking every circumstance as coming from Him and calmly adapting myself to it.
I am bobbing up and down in the current of life. Today it is rather down, so I finish the letter here.
Those that are willing escape a lot of pain. Those who resist are broken into submission and suffer more.
For we have been with one who drew all men to him — listening to all, feeling with all and refusing none.
We do not only tolerate but accept every religion, and with the Lord's help I am trying to preach it to the whole world.
Not disgust, nor joy for life, but a sort of indifference — things will take their course; who can resist — only stand by and look on.
The world is evil — and will ever remain so. It is its nature, and cannot be changed — 'Which one of you by taking thought . . .' etc.
Why, you are already initiated as a Ramanuja Vaishnava. The worship of Vishnu is very good. I do not see any reason to re-initiate you.
I have suffered mentally and physically all my life, but Mother's kindness has been immense. The joy and blessings I had infinitely more than I deserve.
Perfect life is a contradiction in terms. Therefore we must always expect to find things not up to our highest ideal. Knowing this, we are bound to make the best of everything.
On the whole I don't think there is any cause for anxiety about my body. This sort of nervous body is just the instrument to play great music at times and at times to moan in darkness.
This is your cup — the cup assigned to you from the beginning. Nay, My child, I know how much of that dark drink is your own brew Of fault and passion, ages long ago, In the deep years of yesterday, I know.
If things go ill or well — If joy rebounding spreads the face, Or sea of sorrow swells — A play — we each have part, Each one to weep or laugh as may; Each one his dress to don — Its scenes, alternative shine and rain.
It teaches that no situation is hopeless, and as such accepts every form of mental, moral, or spiritual thought where it already stands, and without a word of condemnation tells it that so far it has done good, now is the time to do better.
My whole life has been divided into successive depressions and rises — and so, I believe, is the life of everyone. I am glad, rather than not, these falls come. I understand it all; still, I suffer and grumble and rage!! Perhaps that is a part of the cause of the next upheaval.
