Rajneesh Quotes

Emotional attachment to Maya is totally painful, this is a bad bargain.

The ignorant mind, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion.

You are attached to what you attack.

I resist life.

Anger and hatred are the materials from which hell is made.

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.

the human heart clings - even to its pain.

Affliction hardens and discourages us because, like a red hot iron, it stamps the soul to its very depths with the scorn, the disgust, and even the self-hatred and sense of guilt that crime logically should produce but actually does not.

You see, I needed to go to Hell.

Sometimes suffering is a weird attraction.

The ego is an island in the ocean of Hell. You want to get rid of the Hell but you don't want to get rid of that island. Then there is trouble.

Well, just remember--all your misery will be waiting for you at the door upon your exit, should you care to pick it up again when you leave.

Why do we hold onto negativity? For some reason, we believe that others are affected by our experience of remaining upset, hurt or angry. Holding on to pain, anger, guilt or shame is the glue that binds us to the situation we want to escape.

Self-love and the love of the world constitute hell.

That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total. Hatred is a high tower. In the Wilds, I start to build, and to climb.

Thinking of objects, attachment to them is formed in a man. From attachment longing, and from longing anger grows.

She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.

Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.