Rajneesh Quotes

What we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.

Desire is poverty. Desire is the greatest impurity of the mind. Desire is the motive force for action. Desire in the mind is the real impurity. Even a spark of desire is a very great evil.

What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.

Possessions. The very word is potent - suggestive as it is of ownership both material and erotic. To possess. Possession. Possessed.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

Who so hath his mind on taking, hath it no more on what he taketh.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

Expectation ... quickens desire, while possession deadens it.

My Precious, my Precious.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

Possession naturally abates the Vigour of Desire.

There is nothing in this world that I want or need, but you.

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you. That wanting nearly drove me mad.” Patch paused, inhaling softly, as though breathing me in. “And now that I have you, the only thing that terrifies me is having to go back to that place. Having to want you all over again, with no hope of my desire ever being fulfilled. You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.

What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.

The paradox of romantic love -- that what one possesses, one can no longer desire -- was at work.

You have nothing. One should never allow themselves to think that they have, one can just touch - to have is to lack appreciation, to touch is to want to touch again.

There can be no peace of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

What good is a body if I can't have you?

There wasn't a second that passed when you weren't on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I belong to you.

In the end we love our desire and not what it is that we desire.

Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long, 'Tis not with me exactly so; But 'tis so in the song. My wants are many, and, if told, Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still should long for more.