Rajneesh Quotes

The evil done by oneself, self-begotten, self-bred, crushes the foolish, as a diamond breaks a precious stone.

They build their own Hells.

Troubles hurt the most when they prove self-inflicted.

You do it to yourself, you do, And that's what really hurts, Is that you do it to yourself, Just you and no one else, You do it to yourself...

No man is hurt but by himself.

Angry men make themselves beds of nettles.

A man can't be taken to hell, or sent to hell: you can only get there on your own steam.

I am the perpetrator of my suffering - but only all of it.

Vices are their own punishment

The only person who suffers, when you squirrel alway all that hate, is you.

Heaven and hell is right now. ... You make it heaven or you make it hell by your actions.

Don’t wreck my reputation / Let me wreck my own

When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.

God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.

SIN: Self-Inflicted Nonsense

By retaliating our sufferings on the heads of those we love, we get rid of a present uneasiness and incur lasting remorse. With the accomplishment of our revenge our fondness returns; so that we feel the injury we have done them, even more than they do.

I suppose I’m the one responsible for destroying myself.

A Warrior knows that everything a person does has enduring consequences.

The worst of our evils we blindly inflict upon ourselves; our officers cannot remove them, even if they would.

Once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full-blown deathwish. So he manufactured ways in which other people could do it, lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family.

Some people are nobody's enemies but their own

Those who are not good to others are bad to themselves.

Nothing can work me damage except myself. The harm that I sustain I carry about with me, and never am a real sufferer but by my own fault.

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself.

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.