Kural 1298 · எள்ளின் இளிவாம்என்று எண்ணி அவர்திறம்
Thinking that it would be a disgrace to scorn him, my heart, which loves him like life, dwells only on his good qualities.
The Eighteen Lesser Texts, including the Thirukkural.
Thinking that it would be a disgrace to scorn him, my heart, which loves him like life, dwells only on his good qualities.
When one's own heart is not a companion, who else will be a support in sorrow?
When one's own heart is not kin to oneself, it is no wonder that strangers are not kin.
Do not embrace him at once; remain a little in your sulk, and let us see for a while the ache of distress he will suffer.
Sulking is like salt in food, rightly proportioned; to let it grow beyond that little and lengthen is like too much salt.
To leave unembraced one who has sulked with us is like inflicting the pain of distress on one already in distress.
Not understanding and soothing one who has sulked is like cutting at the root of a creeper that has already withered.
The sulking of women whose eyes are like flowers is an adornment for good husbands of fine nature.
If there were no deep displeasure and no sulking, love would be like one that has lost both its ripe fruit and its tender unripe fruit.
There is a certain pain in sulking: the heart asks, thinking, 'Will the union be delayed?'