Chogyam Trungpa Quotes

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal.

My bits of time play with eternity.

Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.

As the body fades - which it will inevitably do as we stay here on the planet - it really behooves us to wake up to who we really are. You can either go along willingly or be dragged, because it will happen.

I am interested in suffering and, in particular, the Buddhist idea that in pain, you can find beauty.

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

You are permanent, but this life is not.

The Indian idea is that the soul is formless. Whatever is form must break some time or other.

And now brothers, I will ask you a terrible question, and God knows I ask it also of myself. Is the truth beyond all truths, beyond the stars, just this: that to live without him is the real death, that to die with him the only life?

In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but in dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident.

Everything passes, only truth remains.

Your faith is very important. I have done the math, and you are going to be dead a whole lot longer that you will be alive.

There is zero, and there is eternity, and there is mortality, but there is no ultimate.

Existence is illusory and it is eternal.

this present moment never comes to be and it never ceases to be, it is simply our minds that construct the continuity of thoughts we call time. In the present moment is nirvana.

Faith is not belief, it is the grasp on the Ultimate, an illumination.

The Atman alone is eternal. Hospitals will tumble down. Railroad givers will all die. This earth will be blown to pieces, suns wiped out. The Atman endures for ever.

Nothing lives long Only the earth and mountains

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Whether or not enlightenment is possible at the moment of death, the practices that prepare one for this possibility also bring one closer to the bone of life.

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.