Rajneesh Quotes

1967 was the bleakest, darkest, most emotional period of my life.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

We suffer pain, we hang tight to hope, we nurture expectations, we are plagued occasionally by fears, we are haunted by defeats and unrealized hopes . . . The hoplessness of which I speak is not limited.

Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

You encountered a misery near the end of the day and it took a while to gauge its full extent. Some miseries had sharp curvature and could be negotiated readily. Others had almost no curvature and you knew you'd be spending hours turning the corner. Great whopping-big planet-sized miseries.

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.

Pain is the world. I don't have anywhere to run.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.

Everything was coming my way, but I was going down. I was painfully empty.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.

My divorce wasn't fun.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

Did I pray for death? I did one time. I wanted to die so badly. And I didn't want to die. I wanted to rest, you know. And I knew the only rest I would find is in death.