In a world where death is the hunter, my friend, there is no time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for decisions.
Our will operates in spite of our indulgence. For example, your will is already opening your gap, little by little.” “What gap are you talking about?” “There is a gap in us; like the soft spot on the head of a child which closes with age, this gap opens as one develops one’s will.
Nobody is born a warrior in exactly the same way that no one is born an average man.
The hardest thing in the world is to assume the mood of a warrior,” he said. “It is of no use to be sad and complain and feel justified in doing so, believing that someone is always doing something to us. Nobody is doing anything to anybody, much less to a warrior. “You are here, with me, because you want to be here. You should have assumed full responsibility by now, so the idea that you are at the mercy of the wind would be inadmissible.
I had been reared, perhaps like everyone else, to have a readiness to accept man as an essentially weak and fallible creature.
Warriors are incapable of feeling compassion because they no longer feel sorry for themselves. Without the driving force of self-pity, compassion is meaningless.
What makes us unhappy is to want. Yet if we would learn to cut our wants to nothing, the smallest thing we’d get would be a true gift.
You must wait patiently, knowing that you’re waiting, and knowing what you’re waiting for. That is the warrior’s way. And if it is a matter of fulfilling your promise then you must be aware that you are fulfilling it. Then a time will come when your waiting will be over and you will no longer have to honor your promise.
Discipline Makes the Glowing Coat of Awareness Unpalatable to the Predator.
A fine power is always heralded by great pain.
Remember what I’ve told you,” he said. “Don’t count on emotional realizations. Let your assemblage point move first, then years later have the realization.
Those fibers join a man to his surroundings;.
Everything is filled to the brim,” he repeated, “and everything is equal. I’m not like your friend who just grew old. When I tell you that nothing matters I don’t mean it the way he does. For him, his struggle was not worth his while, because he was defeated; for me there is no victory, or defeat, or emptiness. Everything is filled to the brim and everything is equal and my struggle was worth my while.
There is no beginning, the beginning is only in your thought.
To meet an ally a man must be a spotless warrior or the ally may turn against him and destroy him.
La lucha que cada uno libra contra su antiguo ser dura toda la vida.
A man of knowledge has no honor, no dignity, no family, no name, no country...
The only difference between them is that a man who sees controls his folly, while his fellow men can’t.
The journey by itself was sufficient; any hope of arriving at a permanent position was outside the boundaries of his knowledge.
But we must know first that our acts are useless and yet we must proceed as if we didn’t know it. That’s a sorcerer’s controlled folly.
Self-pity is the real enemy and the source of man’s misery. Without a degree of pity for himself, man could not afford to be as self-important as he is. However, once the force of self-importance is engaged, it develops its own momentum. And it is this seemingly independent nature of self-importance which gives it its fake sense of worth.