Krishnamurti & the Art of Awakening

Krishnamurti Quote of the Day

Santa Monica, California | 3rd Public Talk, 1970

The word 'innocence' means 'incapable of being hurt'. To have a mind that is not capable of being hurt, does not mean that it has built up a lot of resistance - on the contrary, such a mind is dying to everything that it has known in which there has been conflict, pleasure and pain. Only then is the mind innocent; that means it can love. You cannot love with memory, love is not a matter of remembrance, of time.

So love, death and living, are not separate but a total whole, and there is sanity.

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