20 Zhuang Zi Quotes |
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| The great man have no self |
| Look at nothing, listen to nothing |
| Those who realize their folly are not true fools |
| Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness |
| Great wisdom is generous, petty wisdom is contentious |
| Life comes from the earth and life returns to the earth |
Zhuang Zi quotes with pictures |
| Rewards and punishments are the lowest form of education |
| As for goods and possession, the great man does not compete for them |
| Being inexhaustible to self-inspection, this is the integrity of the Great man |
| I know the joy of fishes in the river through my own joy, as I go walking along the same river |
| Cherish that which is within you, and shut off that which is without, for much knowledge is a curse |
| I would wish my lord to strip his body and rid it from his hide, wash his heart and rid it of desires |
| In ultimate sameness you have no self, and without self from where would you get to have anything |
| 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 |
| Men honor what lies within the sphere of their knowledge, but do not realize how dependent they are on what lies beyond it |
| Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate |
| Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature |
Zhuang Zi sayings and pictures |
| We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence, like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away |
| 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 |
| In the primeval mass there is no shape, spreading and scattering, leaving no trail behind, in the darkness of its depths there is no sound. It moves without direction, resides in mystery |
































