Jiddu Krishnamurti Quotes

Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986) was an Indian philosopher, speaker and writer. As a young man he renounced the role bestowed on him as a world teacher, as he did not wish to belong to any organization of a spiritual kind or have any allegiance to any nationality, caste, religion, or philosophy. He spent the rest of his life travelling the world, speaking to large and small groups and individuals about his own insights into the human mind. He wrote many books, among them The First and Last Freedom, The Awakening of Intelligence, and Krishnamurti’s Notebook. Many of his talks and discussions have been published as well. Krishnamurti also founded several schools around the world based on his views on education.

One Journey Quotations

Quotes by Jiddu Krishnamurti…

It is only a religious mind, a mind that is enquiring into itself, that is aware of its own movements, its own activity, which is the beginning of self-knowledge — it is only such a mind that is a revolutionary mind. And a revolutionary mind is a mutating mind is the religious mind.

Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)

As one beholds through a small window
A single green leaf,
a small patch of the vast blue sky,
So I began to perceive Thee,
in the beginning of All things.
As the leaf faded and withered,
the patch covered as with a Dark cloud,
So didst Thou fade and vanish,
But to be reborn again,
As the single green leaf,
as the small patch of the blue sky.
For many lives have I seen the bleak winter and the Green spring.
Prisoned in my little room,
I could not behold the entire tree nor the whole sky.
I swore there was no tree nor the vast sky — That was the truth.
Through time and destruction My window grew large.
I beheld, Now,
A branch with many leaves,
And a greater patch of the blue, with many clouds.
I forgot the single green leaf,
the small patch of the vast blue.
I swore there was no tree, nor the immense sky — That was the truth.
Weary of this prison,
This small cell, I raged at my window.
With bleeding fingers I tore away brick after brick,
I beheld, Now,
The entire tree, its great trunk,
Its many branches, and its thousand leaves,
And an immense part of the sky.
I swore there was no other tree,
no other part to the sky — That was the truth.
This prison no longer holds me, I flew away through the window,
O friend, I behold every tree and the vast expanse of the limitless sky.
Though I live in every single leaf and in every small
Patch of the vast blue sky,
Though I live in every prison,
looking out through every small casement, Liberated am I.
Lo! not a thing shall bind me — This is the truth.

Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)

Love is dying every day. Love is not memory… love is not thought. Love is not a thing that continues as duration in time. And through observation, one must die to the continuity of everything. There is love, and with love there comes creation.

Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)