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I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.
One cannot apologize for something fundamental, and a child feels and knows this as well and as deeply as any sage.
Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.
A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else.
...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.
I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.
Life is always frightful. We cannot help it and we are responsible all the same. One's born and at once one is guilty.
When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.
One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.
In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.
Every politician in the world is all for revolution, reason, and disarmament-but only in enemy countries, not in his own.
When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
The mind is international and supra-national ... it ought to serve not war and annihilation, but peace and reconciliation.
In each individual the spirit is made flesh, in each one the whole of creation suffers, in each one a Savior is crucified.
One day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh. Pablo was waiting for me, and Mozart too.
I do want more. I am not content with being happy. I was not made for it. It is not my destiny. My destiny is the opposite.
And here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world.
But peace, too, is a living thing and like all life it must wax and wane, accommodate, withstand trials, and undergo changes.
All I really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so very difficult?
You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves.
It was lovely, and tempting, to exert power over men and to shine before others, but power also had its perditions and perils.
It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.
Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast.
There are always a few such people who demand the utmost of life and yet cannot come to terms with its stupidity and crudeness.
Romantic souvenirs had a way of attaching themselves to one when one wanted to move on, but they were not to be taken seriously.
The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.
It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is.
How could I fail to be a lone wolf, and an uncouth hermit, as I did not share one of its aims nor understand one of its pleasures?
In every truth, the opposite is equally true. For example, a truth can only be expressed and enveloped in words if it is onesided.
So you can't dance? Not at all? Not even one step? How can you say that you've taken any trouble to live when you won't even dance?
The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure.
To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.
Whether you and I and a few others will renew the world some day remains to be seen. But within ourselves we must renew it each day.
A father can pass on his nose and eyes and even his intelligence to his child, but not his soul. In every human being the soul is new
The marvel of the Bhagavad-Gita is its truly beautiful revelation of life's wisdom which enables philosophy to blossom into religion.
For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal.
I have always been a great dreamer; in dreams I am more active than in my real life, and these shadows sapped me of health and energy.
All interpretation, all psychology, all attempts to make things comprehensible, require the medium of theories, mythologies, and lies.
Life is waiting everywhere, the future is flowering everywhere, but we only see a small part of it and step on much of it with our feet
Once you are able to make your request in such a way that you will be quite certain of its fulfillment, then the fulfillment will come.
What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.
He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new.
What for me is bliss and life and ecstasy and exaltation, the world in general seeks at most in imagination; in life it finds it absurd.
Everyone gives what he has. The soldier gives strength, the merchant goods, the teacher instruction, the farmer rice, the fisherman fish.
A house without books is a poor house, even if beautiful rugs are covering its floors and precious wallpapers and pictures cover its walls
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.
To recognize causes is to think, and through thought alone feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature.
Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it.