"Yogi" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... twin brother, Yogi, were there with them, looking scared. I couldn't blame them. The kids looked perfectly all right, but it was obvious that they weren't. I bent down and smelled, but there was no trace of liquor or anything else ...
— The Day of the Boomer Dukes • Frederik Pohl
... this in his India—the yogi men shutting their eyes and bowing their heads and seeming to sink their consciousness into themselves, in order to ascertain some fact without ...
— Son of Power • Will Levington Comfort and Zamin Ki Dost
... writers we discover this or that thing, but everything exists in Balzac." And in his conversation with Gautier we do not find him praising chastity as a virtue, but extolling the results that may be gotten from chastity as a Yogi might. It is said that English missionaries in India sometimes drive out in their pony chaises to visit a holy man who has left his womenfolk, plentiful food, and a luxurious dwelling for a cave in ...
— Memoirs of My Dead Life • George Moore
... interested in my movements," proceeded Aunt Dahlia, heading for the door, "I propose to go to my room, do some Yogi deep ...
— Right Ho, Jeeves • P. G. Wodehouse
... "But the Yogi, verily, labouring with assiduity, purified from sin, fully perfected through manifold births, he treadeth the supreme Path.... He who cometh unto Me, O Kaunteya, verily ...
— Reincarnation - A Study in Human Evolution • Th. Pascal
... said at last. "I often think the religious johnnies are saving their money to put on a horse that'll never run after all. I remember those Yogi chaps in India. There they sat, and this jolly world might rot round them for all they cared—they thought they were going to be all right themselves, in Kingdom Come. But suppose it ...
— Forsyte Saga • John Galsworthy
... tranquil sleep. He slept while hosts of devas sweetly sung: "Hail, great physician! savior, lover, friend! Joy of the worlds, guide to Nirvana, hail!" From whose bright presence Mara's myriads fled. But Mara's self, subtlest of all, fled not, But putting on a seeming yogi's form, Wasted, as if by fasts, to skin and bone, On one foot standing, rooted to the ground, The other raised against his fleshless thigh, Hands stretched aloft till joints had lost their use, And clinched so close, as if in firm resolve, The nails had grown quite through the festering ...
— The Dawn and the Day • Henry Thayer Niles |
