Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them.
When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.
You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.
Slowly blossomed, slowly ripened in Siddhartha the realisation, the knowledge, what wisdom actually was, what the goal of his long search was. It was nothing but a readiness of the soul, an ability, a secret art, to think every moment, while living his life, the thought of oneness, to be able to feel and inhale the oneness.
We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.
Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence
We kill when we close our eyes to poverty, affliction, or infamy. We kill when, because it is easier, we countenance, or pretend to approve of atrophied social, political, educational, and religious institutions, instead of resolutely combating them.
All I really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so very difficult?
Everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.
What I am in search of is not so much the gratification of a curiosity or a passion for worldly life, but something far less conditional. I do not wish to go out into the world with an insurance policy in my pocket guaranteeing my return in the event of a disappointment, like some cautious traveller who would be content with a brief glimpse of the world. On the contrary, I desire that there should be hazards, difficulties and dangers to face; I am hungry for reality, for tasks and deeds, and also for privation and suffering.
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul.
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers.
A house without books is a poor house, even if beautiful rugs are covering its floors and precious wallpapers and pictures cover its walls
Knowledge can communicated but not wisdom.
He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.
Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.
Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.
We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.
I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.
Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke
Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.
Man's life seems to me like a long, weary night that would be intolerable if there were not occasionally flashes of light, the sudden brightness of which is so comforting and wonderful, that the moments of their appearance cancel out and justify the years of darkness.
Making music together is the best way for two people to become friends.
If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.
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