Your preciousness lies in your essence; it cannot be lost by anything that happens.
ZHUANGZIThe living all find death unpleasant; men mourn over it. And yet, what is death, but the unbending of the bow and its return to its case?
More Zhuangzi Quotes
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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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Silence, and non action are the root of all things.
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During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream.
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Human life is limited, but knowledge is limitless. To drive the limited in pursuit of the limitless is fatal; and to presume that one really knows is fatal indeed!
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If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
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The enlightened attention rejects nothing nor welcomes anything-like a mirror it responds equally to all.
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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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If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind.
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Rewards and punishments are the lowest form of education.
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True depth of understanding is wide and steady, Shallow understanding is lazy and wandering, Words of wisdom are precise and clear.
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There is a beginning. There is no beginning of that beginning. There is something. There is nothing.
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Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free.
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Are you and I perchance caught up in a dream from which we have not yet awakened?
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Listening stops with the ears, the mind stops with recognition, but spirit is empty and waits on all things.
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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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