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Let Quotes by B.K.S. Iyengar
- As long as you do not feel the serenity in the body, in each and every joint, there is no chance for emancipation. You are…
- When the asana is correct, there is lightness, a freedom. Freedom comes when every part of the body is active. Let us be free in…
- In your discipline, if doubt comes let it come. Do your work - let doubt carry on with its work and see which gives up…
- Many ask me whether pranayama ... postpones old age. Why worry about it? Death is certain. Let it come when it comes. Just keep working.…
- The battle of yoga is with the body and with the ego. You must conquer your ego, or small self, so that you can let…
- The body is the prop for the soul. So why not let the body be propped by a wall or a block?
- Our greed comes from our fear that we will not have enough - whether it is money or love that we grasp. Yoga teaches us…
More Let Quotes
- Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. — Pietro Aretino
- I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry… — Pietro Aretino
- When you care about human beings, you do your best to not repress and to not let people to repress and to… — Jean-Bertrand Aristide
- Let each man exercise the art he knows. — Aristophanes
- Stories surge up out of nowhere, and if they feel compelling, you follow them. You let them unfold inside you and see… — Paul Auster
- We want the Israelis to leave. They want to leave - so let us let them leave. — Mahmoud Abbas
- It is all right to hold a conversation but you should let go of it now and then. — Richard Armour
- Let me put it this way: I think Republicans tend to keep the ball in play, Democrats go for broke. — Arthur Ashe
- Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right. — Isaac Asimov
- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. — Francis of Assisi
- Where there is injury let me sow pardon. — Francis of Assisi
- Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that… — Brooks Atkinson