Rajneesh Quotes

Nothing lasts forever but we always try, and I just can't help but wonder why we let it pass us by

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.

Hurried and worried until we're buried, and there's no curtain call, Lifes a very funny proposition after all.

Robert, you are just a transient. I have seen them come and I have seen them go and I’ll be here long after you have gone.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

In this flowing stream, then, on which there is no abiding, what is there of the things which hurry by on which a man would set a high price? It would be just as if a man should fall in love with one of the sparrows which fly by, but it has already passed out of sight.

Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.

Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.

We are an episode between two oblivions.

We long for permanence but everything in the known universe is transient. That's a fact but one we fight.

All life is no more than a match struck in the dark and blown out again.

The thought came over me that never would one full and absolute moment, containing all the others, justify my life, that all of my instants would be provisional phases, annihilators of the past turned to face the future, and that beyond the episodic, the present, the circumstantial, we were nobody.

She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, ‘All are shadows!—all are passing!—all is past!

Today's today. Tomorrow we may be ourselves gone down the drain of Eternity.

Nothing lasts forever. That's the tragedy and the miracle of existence - that everything is impermanent. Everything changes. All we can do is make the best of the time we have. And go down shooting, naturally.

The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.