Rajneesh Quotes

In a world where people die every day, I think the important thing to remember is that for each moment of sorrow we get when people leave this world there's a corresponding moment of joy when a new baby comes into this world. That first wail is-well, it's magic, isn't it? Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies. That's how well they go together. I think we should all take a moment to meditate on that.

I've been present at birth, and death is just as present and in equal balance. And I've been present at death, and birth is just as present, again in equal balance.

A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.

Even if I don't want to slow down, I'm slowing down.

We think birth is a miracle and death is a tragedy, but really they're flip sides of the same coin - anything born is gonna die.

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

The life of day before yesterday has departed today.

Many of us come into the world with a clenched fist, but we all leave with an open hand.

I turned 40, got married, got a kid, and my mother passed away. I experienced life and death, with the enjoyment of creating life and the loss, within one year.

Life moves forward. The old leaves wither, die and fall away, and the new growth extends forward into the light.

The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.

We wept when we were born though all around us smiled; so shall we smile when we die while all around us weep.

I'm sort of in this rhythm where we want to make the most of the time we have, but when it's done it will be time for it to be done.

We are ever dying to one world and being born into another.

...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor. Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead Which, the more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

Human beings - they go on being born and dying, dying and being born. It's kind of boring, isn't it?

I hold the view that death is rather like changing one's clothes when they are torn and old. It is not an end in itself. Yet death is unpredictable-you do not know when and howT it will take place.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down

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

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

Choose to see death as simply removing a garment or moving from one room to another... it's merely a transition.

Death is not the opposite of life. Life has no opposite. Death is the opposite of birth.