Fear is always in relation to something; it does not exist by itself. There is fear of what happened yesterday in relation to the possibility of its repetition tomorrow; there is always a fixed point from which the relationship takes place. How does fear come into this? I had pain yesterday; there is the memory of it and I do not want it again tomorrow. Thinking about the pain of yesterday, thinking which involves the memory of yesterday's pain, projects the fear of having pain again tomorrow. So it is thought that brings about fear. Thought breeds fear; thought also cultivates pleasure. To understand fear you must also understand pleasure. they are interrelated; without understanding one you cannot understand the other. This means that one cannot say 'I must only have pleasure and no fear'; fear is the other side of the coin which is called pleasure.
~Jiddu Krishnamurti
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~Jiddu Krishnamurti
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Those who have not found their true wealth, which is the radiant joy of Being and the deep, unshakable peace that comes with it, are beggars, even if they have great material wealth. They are looking outside for scraps of pleasure or fulfillment, for validation, security, or love, while they have a treasure within that not only includes all those things but is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer.
~Eckhart Tolle
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~Eckhart Tolle
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An aged monk, who had lived a long and active life, was assigned a chaplain's role at an academy for girls. In discussion groups he often found that the subject of love became a central topic.
This comprised his warning to the young women: "Understand the danger of anything-too-much in your lives. Too much anger in combat can lead to recklessness and death. Too much ador in religious beliefs can lead to close mindedness and persecution. Too much passion in love creates dream images of the beloved - images that ultimately prove false and generate anger. To love too much is to lick honey from the point of a knife."
"But as a celebate monk," asked one young woman, "how can you know of love between a man and a woman?"
"Sometime, dear children," replied the old teacher, "I will tell you why I became a monk."
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This comprised his warning to the young women: "Understand the danger of anything-too-much in your lives. Too much anger in combat can lead to recklessness and death. Too much ador in religious beliefs can lead to close mindedness and persecution. Too much passion in love creates dream images of the beloved - images that ultimately prove false and generate anger. To love too much is to lick honey from the point of a knife."
"But as a celebate monk," asked one young woman, "how can you know of love between a man and a woman?"
"Sometime, dear children," replied the old teacher, "I will tell you why I became a monk."
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A Chinese emperor known for his foul temper entered the bedroom of his soon-to-be-bride, who was one of the most beautiful women in all of China. She was being made to marry him against her will, as her parents were forcing her into it.
Little did the emperor know however that she had also been taught by wise sages as a child. She sat expressionless, staring at the wall. "Hello, pretty," he said to her, but she didn't respond.
"I said hello to you, and you will respond when I address you, do you understand me??" he snarled. But still, she didn't reply.
Most people would have answered him by now, so despite himself he grew curious, and gruffly asked, "What is it you are thinking?"
Finally she answered him. "Two things. One, that I do not wish to marry you because you are so callous and mean-spirited. And the other thing, is that I was wondering if you have it within your power to have a certain something changed."
"What?!" the emperor exclaimed with outrage. "You bitch! How dare you question my authority! ... But ... I admit I'm curious. Since I have it within my power to snap my fingers and whatever I command within my kingdom will be obeyed, what is it you are wondering if I could change?"
"Your attitude," she replied. And with that she got up and walked out of the room, leaving him in stunned silence.
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Little did the emperor know however that she had also been taught by wise sages as a child. She sat expressionless, staring at the wall. "Hello, pretty," he said to her, but she didn't respond.
"I said hello to you, and you will respond when I address you, do you understand me??" he snarled. But still, she didn't reply.
Most people would have answered him by now, so despite himself he grew curious, and gruffly asked, "What is it you are thinking?"
Finally she answered him. "Two things. One, that I do not wish to marry you because you are so callous and mean-spirited. And the other thing, is that I was wondering if you have it within your power to have a certain something changed."
"What?!" the emperor exclaimed with outrage. "You bitch! How dare you question my authority! ... But ... I admit I'm curious. Since I have it within my power to snap my fingers and whatever I command within my kingdom will be obeyed, what is it you are wondering if I could change?"
"Your attitude," she replied. And with that she got up and walked out of the room, leaving him in stunned silence.
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A young woman who had been raised as a Christian was walking along a river with her father. She looked up at him and said, “Father, I can never become a Christian. I cannot believe in God.”
Her father stopped and looked down at her. “I’m not asking you to believe in God,” he said. “I’m asking you to believe in the river.”
The young woman looked at the river and then back at her father. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Watch the river,” he said. “Watch how it flows. It doesn’t care where it’s going. It just flows. It doesn’t try to be anything other than what it is. It just is. And that’s all it needs to be.”
The young woman looked at the river again and then back at her father. She smiled and said, “I think I understand.”
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Her father stopped and looked down at her. “I’m not asking you to believe in God,” he said. “I’m asking you to believe in the river.”
The young woman looked at the river and then back at her father. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Watch the river,” he said. “Watch how it flows. It doesn’t care where it’s going. It just flows. It doesn’t try to be anything other than what it is. It just is. And that’s all it needs to be.”
The young woman looked at the river again and then back at her father. She smiled and said, “I think I understand.”
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