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“The whole humanity can be divided into two categories: the fools and the wise. The first category the fools are those who live from ignorance, ego and unconsciousness. They live in a separation from life. The ego functions as a separation from life. They live in a separate world of their own, which is a false world. The second category the wise live out of their inner being. They have become aware, and have dropped all ignorance and unconsciousness. Then life becomes a joy. Then each moment in life is precious and ecstatic. Then the whole existence starts overflowing with godliness. Everybody is born a fool, but everybody has the capacity to wake up. But very few people use their capacity to wake up. The man of awareness are taking a decision and commitment to wake up.”

“Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes... Don’t fall in love with an educated, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how to fly; a woman sure of herself. Don’t fall in love with a woman who laughs or cries making love, knows how to turn her spirit into flesh; let alone one that loves poetry (these are the most dangerous), or spends half an hour contemplating a painting and isn't able to live without music. Don’t fall in love with a woman who is interested in politics and is rebellious and feel a huge horror from injustice. One who does not like to watch television at all. Or a woman who is beautiful no matter the features of her face or her body. Don’t fall in love with a woman who is intense, entertaining, lucid and irreverent. Don’t wish to fall in love with a woman like that. Because when you fall in love with a woman like that, whether she stays with you or not, whether she loves you or not, from a woman like that, you never come back.”

“Recently she has begun to think, with the dispassion of a scientist observing a specimen, that she no longer knows what joy feels like— that sense of soaring delight in being alive that is more than mere happiness, which she came to define as merely the absence of sadness, so that she could occasionally claim it and keep her life on its tracks. If she had been asked, she would have said she was content, but now she recognizes that featureless condition for what it is: all sensation blurred into the same narcotic fog.”