The ten thousand things belong to one storehouse and life and death share the same body.
ZHUANGZIWhen there is no more separation between ‘this’ and ‘that,’ it is called the still-point of the Tao. At the still point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things.
More Zhuangzi Quotes
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I am going to try speaking some reckless words, and I want you to try to listen recklessly.
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Birth is not a beginning; death is not an end. There is existence without limitation; there is continuity without a starting point.
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I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
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Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly.
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He who pursues fame at the risk of losing his self is not a scholar.
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The torch of doubt and chaos, this is what the sage steers by.
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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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When there is no more separation between ‘this’ and ‘that,’ it is called the still-point of the Tao. At the still point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things.
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To be constant is to be useful. To be useful is to realize one’s true nature. Realization of one’s true nature is happiness. When one reaches happiness, one is close to perfection.
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The men of old breathed clear down to their heels.
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Forget the years, forget distinctions. Leap into the boundless and make it your home!
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The perfect man uses his mind as a mirror. It grasps nothing. It regrets nothing. It receives but does not keep.
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To have a human form is a joyful thing.
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Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.
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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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