Jiddu Krishnamurti Quotes

I myself should also be dead already, but I am still here.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

Stop whatever you're doing for a moment and ask yourself: Am I afraid of death because I won't be able to do this anymore?

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

We are all dying of life.

No one loses any other life than the one he now lives, nor does one live any other life than that which he will lose.

Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange.

Life is the longest death in California.

Not to be born surpasses thought and speech. The second best is to have seen the light and then go back quickly whence we came

There is nothing men are so anxious to keep, and yet are so careless about, as life.

Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death!

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

En Ma Fin Est Ma Commencement - In my end is my beginning.

Immortal mortals, mortal immortals, one living the others death and dying the others life.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

But you're dead,' said Harry. 'Oh, yes,' said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. 'Then... am I dead too?' 'Ah,' said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. 'That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.

if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.

You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

Is life a pregnancy? That would make death a birth.

My death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me.