Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.
There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.
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.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
Solitude is independence.
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.
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 bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves.
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.
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