Rajneesh Quotes

Everything I have is for sale. Material items are just things that pass through your hands that mean very little or nothing.

To make the best use of your life, you must never forget two truths: First, compared with eternity, life is extremely brief. Second, earth is only a temporary residence. You won't be here long, so don't get too attached.

Everything comes out of nothingness and goes back into nothingness. Hence there is no need for attachment, because attachment will bring misery. Soon it will be gone. The flower that has blossomed in the morning, by the evening will be gone. Don't get attached; otherwise in the evening there will be misery. Then there will be tears, then you will miss the flower. Enjoy while it is. But remember, it has come out of nothing, and it will go back to nothing. And the same is true about everything, even about people.

Life is a fragment, a moment between two eternities.

The things that we have and that we think are so solid - they're like smoke, and time is like the sky that the smoke disappears into, nothing is left but the sky, and the sky keeps on being just the same forever.

We're all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly.

Everything in life is just for a while.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.

The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

Nothing lasts-not even pain.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

Acting is like painting pictures on bathroom tissues. Ten minutes later you throw them away and they are gone.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

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.

Time is death.

That which comes and goes, rises and sets, is born and dies is the ego. That which always abides, never changes, and is devoid of qualities is the Self.