Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly.
ZHUANGZIThe sound of water says what I think.
More Zhuangzi Quotes
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He who regards all things as one is a companion of Nature.
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Do not struggle. Go with the flow of things, and you will find yourself at one with the mysterious unity of the Universe.
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Never admire a man by his strength; judge him in how he uses it- A way is made by walking it.
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All men know the use of the useful, but nobody knows the use of the useless. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so that I can have a word with him?
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The ten thousand things belong to one storehouse and life and death share the same body.
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A battering ram can knock down a city wall, but it cannot stop a hole. Different things have different uses.
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Study is to study what cannot be studied. Undertaking means undertaking what cannot be undertaken. Philosophizing is to philosophize about what cannot be philosophized about. Knowing that knowing is unknowable is true perfection.
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Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free.
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All the fish needs is to get lost in the water. All man needs is to get lost in Tao.
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The eyes envy the mind.
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The sage embraces things. Ordinary men discriminate amongst them and parade their discriminations before others. So I say; those who discriminate, fail to see.
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When people do not ignore what they should ignore, but ignore what they should not ignore, this is known as ignorance.
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The Tao is in all things, in their divisions and their fullness. What I dislike about divisions is that they multiply, and what i dislike about multiplication is that it makes people want to hold fast to it. So people go out and forget to return, seeing little more than ghosts.
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The one-legged creature is envious of the millipede; the millipede is envious of the snake; the snake is envious of the wind; the wind is envious of the eye; the eye is envious of the heart.
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But you now, you wear your soul on your sleeve, exhausting your energy, propping yourself up on a tree, mumbling, or bent over your desk, asleep. Heaven gives you a form and you wear it out by pointless argument.
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