Jiddu Krishnamurti Quotes

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

To live is to be born every minute. Death occurs when birth stops.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

When one's dead, one's dead... This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?

He not busy being born is busy dying.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom.

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. He stayed inside for more than two weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and... he was a beautiful butterfly!

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may swell.

In the fall, you don't grieve because the leaves are falling and dying. You say, "Isn't it beautiful!" Well, we're the same way. There are seasons. We all fall sooner or later. It's all so beautiful. And our concepts, without investigation, keep us from knowing this. It's beautiful to be a leaf, to be born, to fall, to give way to the next, to become food for the roots. It's life, always changing its form and always giving itself completely. We all do our part. No mistake.

I think death is the most wonderful invention of life. It purges the system of these old models that are obsolete.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

We are ever dying to one world and being born into another.

I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.