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"I always read poetry before I write, to sensitize me to the rhythms and music of language."
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"Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?"
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Personal Development
"When they say that, 'God takes avatar (reincarnates)' is incorrect. He is known as an avatari when last two or three incarnations (before Moksha) remain. God does not have the ability at all to do karma! Man does not have that ability either. It is due to illusion that he feels 'I did it'!"
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"Almost every single thing you hope publication will do for you is a fantasy, a hologram--it's the eagle on your credit card that only seems to soar."
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Personal Development
"Most worldly goals for so-called success are soul traps similar to quicksand."
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Personal Development
"Its Barnum & Bailey world just as phony as it can be,But it would't be make-believe if you believed in me."
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Personal Development
"Trying to get prosperity through laying of hands is running after shadows."
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"Moha (illusory vision) means new things keep arising, and one indeed sees new things; and he remains engrossed in them."
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"For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist."
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"You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream."
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"No one is a doer in this world. To claim, 'I am doing' is egoism. Illusion continues to prevail under the umbrella of egoism."
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"I hadn't understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my pastwas my life."
Identity
"The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue."
Nature
"Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately?"
Regret
"A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They're all parts of yourself."
Order
"Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway."
Emotion
"A person didn't need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn't help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I'd take it"
Love
"My mother once wrote a poem about rivers. They were women, she wrote. Starting out small girls, tiny streams decorated with wildflowers. They were torrents, gouging paths through sheer granite, flinging themselves off cliffs, fearless and irresistible. Later, they grew fat servicable, broad slow curves carrying commerce and sewage, but in their unconscious depths catfish gorged, grew the size of barges, and in the hundred - year storms, they rose up, forgetting the promises they made, the wedding vows, and drowned everything for miles around. Finally they gave out, birth - emptied, malarial, into a fan of swamps that met the ocean."
Nature
"Don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them."
Fear
"What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?"
Life
"What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me."
Society
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