Tao is the source of both fullness and emptiness. But it is itself neither fullness nor emptiness.
ZHUANGZIThe ten thousand things belong to one storehouse and life and death share the same body.
More Zhuangzi Quotes
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A path is made by walking on it.
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The World is Large – Its beauty indescrible.
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If you have grasped the purpose of life there is no point in trying to make life into something it is not or cannot be.
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Heaven is in everything: follow the light, hide in the cloudiness and begin in what is. Do this and your understanding will be like not understanding and your wisdom will be like not being wise. By not being wise you will become wise later.
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The effect of life in society is to complicate and confuse our existence, making us forget who we really are by causing us to become obsessed with what we are not.
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Right is not right; so is not so. If right were really right it would differ so clearly from not right that there would be no need for argument. If so were really so, it would differ so clearly from not so that there would be no need for argument.
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Being is thoughtless-beyond and beneath all categories of thought. Expression is the realization of creative thought. Being is still; expression, moving. But then if I do not strive, who will?
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Great wisdom is generous; petty wisdom is contentious. Great speech is impassioned, small speech cantankerous.
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Good order results spontaneously when things are let alone.
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All existing things are really one. We regard those that are beautiful and rare as valuable, and those that are ugly as foul and rotten. The foul and rotten may come to be transformed into what is rare and valuable, and the rare and valuable into what is foul and rotten.
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The true man breathes with his heels.
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The torch of doubt and chaos, this is what the sage steers by.
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The creature born is the creature dying.
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The ultimate happiness is doing nothing.
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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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