Rajneesh Quotes

The miseries of the Indonesian people are sandwiched between two thick slabs of bread—one the bread of hope, the other the bread of patience

Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.

There is something about poverty that smells like death.

There was a point when I almost gave up. I couldn't feed myself. I couldn't feed my pets.

He was never without misery, and never without hope.

I just know that there are plenty of people who are in terrible trouble and can't get out. And so I'm impatient with those who think that it's easy for people to get out of trouble.

Life on a lifeboat isn't much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with a few pieces. The elements couldn't be more simple, nor the stakes higher. Physically it is extraordinarily arduous, and morally it is killing...You get your happiness where you can. You reach a point where you're at the bottom of hell, yet you have your arms crossed and a smile on your face, and you feel you're the luckiest person on earth. Why? Because at your feet you have a tiny dead fish

How many would die did not hope sustain them.

It's the hope for all the hopeless in the worst of trying times.

It is useless to talk virtue to a starving girl.

Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel. You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels.

The most wretched have yet hope.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

There is a powerful need for people to feel that gust of hope rise up again.

I don't care if I starve.

To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.

Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.

One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet.

We were poor, my mother and I, living in a world of doom and gloom, pessimism and bitterness, where storms raged and wolves scratched at the door.

The war years were the most difficult time of my life. There was real famine in Moscow. The water froze inside the houses. There was no heat.

He that lives upon hope will die fasting.

I worry about Zimbabweans. They bend, they bend, they bend, they bend - where do the people break? How long can they go on scrounging for food in garbage dumps and using the moisture from sewage drains to plant vegetables?

I have been to hell and back. I have seen the edge. I have seen the dark side of life.

All the principal towns are sadly decayed, and instead of finding every mortal employed, you meet with multitudes of poor creatures who are starving in idleness.