Rajneesh Quotes

If we one day cease to exist, what will be remarkable is that we were ever here at all.

When I die bury me in smoke.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.

Life can seem rather unreal at times. Alive and well and loving one day. No longer there the next.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

Life is but a moment, death also is but another.

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

Afterlife, in my mind, is pretty much nothing. This is it. This is what we get, for me.

I think that's what we're all most terrified about: that we'll just die and disappear and we'll leave no trace.

Life doesn't last; art doesn't last. It doesn't matter.

Consider in what condition both in body and soul a man should be when he is overtaken by death; and consider the shortness of life, the boundless abyss of time past and future, the feebleness of all matter.

It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die.

Man is like the foam of the sea, that floats upon the surface of the water. When the wind blows, it vanishes, as if it had never been. Thus are our lives blown away by Death.

For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

We are occupants. No one has any lasting purchase on life or on the planet.

Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.

Life is a bubble in a lake, that glitters for an instant, bursts, and leaves not even a blur on the water; it is the leap of a minnow, which sends a tiny ripple trembling for a few inches.

One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Brightest Star in the Sky.

Let this be my final lesson. Everyone and everything has a time to die.