The past and the future are abstractions without any concrete reality.
ALAN WATTSTo have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.
More Alan Watts Quotes
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No one is more dangerously insane than one who is sane all the time: he is like a steel bridge without flexibility, and the order of his life is rigid and brittle.
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Like too much alcohol, self-consciousness makes us see ourselves double.
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Real travel requires a maximum of unscheduled wandering, for there is no other way of discovering surprises and marvels, which, as I see it, is the only good reason for not staying at home.
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The source of all light is in the eye.
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The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
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Words can be communicative only between those who share similar experiences.
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The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from the giant pine, which lives for a thousand years.
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The relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself.
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Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
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Like love, the light or guidance of truth that influences us exists only in living form, not in principles or rules or expectations or advice, however widely circulated.
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You do not play a sonata in order to reach the final chord, and if the meanings of things were simply in ends, composers would write nothing but finales.
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The present is always changing the past.
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In looking out upon the world, we forget that the world is looking at itself.
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The past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.
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I am what happens between the maternity ward and the Crematorium.
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