Rajneesh Quotes

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,- When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings- I know why the caged bird sings!

THIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, or a fire we can’t see, but how does saying that push us through the top of the head into the light above the head? Love is not an iron pot, so this boiling energy won’t help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before I’m free of this torture!

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

It's difficult to put into words what freedom feels like. You only know what freedom feels like if you know what it feels like to not be free.

I don't want to live like a prisoner.

I sleep in peace, even if only in the company of lice, behind bars. The same could not be said of my incarcerators though they sleep in warm beds, next to their wives, in their homes.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.

Man is everywhere still in chains.

You'll never know how sweet freedom can be unless you've lost it for eight and a half years.

I'm like a caged animal sometimes. Let me yearn to breathe free.

Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, can hold it at bay.

Captivity is the greatest of all evils that can befall one.

Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!

Hee is not free that drawes his chaine.

I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

Fetters of gold are still fetters, and the softest lining can never make them so easy as liberty.

Everyone is tortured. Do you know anyone who isn't?

Death is better than slavery.

The fundamental sense of freedom is freedom from chains, from imprisonment, from enslavement by others. The rest is extension of this sense, or else metaphor.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.

During the period of house arrest, I had an electronic manacle around my leg for 24 hours a day, and for someone who has tried to give others liberty all their adult life, that is absolutely intolerable.