Ramana Maharshi Quotes

When it was over, it was not really over, and that was the trouble.

Dreaming men are haunted men.

Man's unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

Since my life has been wayward and impulsive, always a search for something that is not there, and then disillusionment, I believe I need all the excuses I can make.

Yeah, I wanted to know where they got it from, what it was all about, you know, and it seemed to strike something in me that was you know rearing it's head and I still don't know what that is.

I write plays about things that I can't resolve in my mind. I try to root things out.

But I tend to think of the expressive part of me as rather tedious - never curious or responsive, but blind and self-serving.

No sooner do we think we have assembled a comfortable life than we find a piece of ourselves that has no place to fit in.

There are certain nights you and your image just aren't in the same bed.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

I know what it's like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I've seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror.

The long days are no happier than the short ones.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Most of what one feels compelled to write stems from a deep emotional uncertainty.

For a long time, I've had a recurring dream - I dream I don't have to write any more, that I'm free. I'm not free, alas; I'm still clearing the same terrain, with the impression that it's never finished.

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.

I thought the war would never end. And perhaps it never did, either.

Life is like a B-movie. You don't want to leave in the middle of it but you don't want to see it again.

If you optimize everything, you will always be unhappy.

Obsession is the single most wasteful human activity, because with an obsession you keep coming back and back and back to the same question and never get an answer.

I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

Life is a dead-end street.

Life is like an onion: you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.

Love is agony, isn't it? I've been involved with someone for some time now, but it's all so complicated. It's never straightforward is it? You meet someone, you fall in love, it's the most wonderful thing ever but... There's always something that's not quite right about love, isn't there?

You know, nothing is ever happily-ever-after. Ever.