Illusions Bach Quotes

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.

Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully.

You're never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true.

Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.

I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself.

Argue for your limitations and, sure enough, they're yours.

We teach best what we most need to learn.

Remember where you came from, where you're going, and why you created this mess you got yourself into in the first place.

If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats.

You're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.

Learning is finding out what you already know. Doing is demonstrating that you know it. Teaching is reminding others that they know just as well as you. You are all learners, doers, teachers.

Listen,' he said. 'It's important. We are all. Free. To do. Whatever. We want. To do.

Believe you know all the answers, and you know all the answers. Believe you're a master, and you are.

This is a test to see if your mission in this life is complete, if you are alive, it isn't.

The best way to avoid responsibility is to say, 'I've got responsibilities.

The world is your exercise book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, though you may express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write lies, or nonsense, or to tear the pages.

You seek problems because you need their gifts.

if you argue for your limitations they are yours

Live never to be ashamed if anything you do or say is published around the world -- even if what is published is not true.

There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts.

The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.” “No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

How easy it is to be compassionate when it's yourself you see in trouble.

Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them.

The original sin is to limit the Is. Don't.

You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it however.

Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.

You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self. Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them. You're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.

Amazing. You were so attached to it, and it still disappeared for you." “Attached! I was whocking that cloud with everything I had! Fireballs, laser beams, vacuum cleaner a block high...” “Negative attachments, Richard. If you really want to remove a cloud from your life, you do not make a big production out of it, you just relax and remove it from your thinking. That’s all there is to it.

The only obligation we have in any lifetime is to be true to ourselves.

Happiness is a choice. It is not always an easy one.

Like attracts like. Just be who you are, calm and clear and bright. Automatically, as we shine who we are, asking ourselves every minute is this what I really want to do, doing it only when we answer yes, automatically that turns away those who have nothing to learn from who we are,and attracts those who do, and from whom we have to learn, as well.

If you really want to remove a cloud from your life, you do not make a big production of it, you just relax and remove it from your thinking. That's all there is to it.

I'll quote the truth wherever I find it, thank you.

Only a few people are interested in what you have to say, but that's all right. You don't tell the quality of a master by the size of his crowds, remember.

Remember where you came from, where you’re going, and why you created the mess you got yourself into in the first place. You're going to die a horrible death, remember. It's all good training, and you'll enjoy it more if you keep the facts in mind. Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life-forms, and they'll call you crazy.

Two thousand years ago, five thousand, they didn't have a word for imagination, and faith was the best they could come up with for a pretty solemn bunch of followers.

But one creature said at last, "I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.

Anybody who’s ever mattered, anybody who’s ever been happy, anybody who’s ever given any gift into the world has been a divinely selfish soul, living for his own best interest. No exceptions.

There was part of me listening that didn't think what I said was fiction. I was making up a true story.

We choose, ourselves, to be hurt or not to be hurt, no matter what. Us who decides. Nobody else.

In the path of our happiness shall we find the learning for which we have chosen this lifetime.

If you really want to remove a cloud from your life, you do not make a big production out of it, you just relax and remove it from your thinking. That’s all there is to it.

Responsible is Able to Respond, able to answer for the way we choose to live. There's only one person we have to answer to, of course, and that is...? ...ourselves.

We are game-playing, fun-having creatures, we are the otters of the universe.

The image is a dream. The beauty is real.

Everything above may be wrong!

Nobody comes to Earth to dodge problems. We come here to take ‘em on.

Argue for your limitations and you get to keep them,

You gave your life to become you are right now. Was it worth it?

What would our lives be like without tests, odds against us, adventure, risk?

A person gets used to being alone, but break it just for a day and you have to get used to it again, all over from the beginning.

Are you telling me that even though it’s changing every second, the sky is always a perfect sky?

In order to live free and happily,    you must sacrifice       boredom.                    It is not always an easy                       sacrifice

The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one famiy grow up under the same roof

Tikrąją tavo šeimą sieja ne kraujo ryšys, o pagarba ir džiaugsmas, kuriuos randate vienas kito gyvenime. Vienos šeimos nariai retai išauga po tuo pačiu stogu.

Mine's a free life, but it does get lonely sometimes.

If we want to end this lifetime higher than we began, we can expect an uphill road.

You are led through your lifetime    by the inner learning creature,       the playful spiritual being          that is your real self.

OK.… A blue feather.” He looked at me blankly. “Richard? A blue feather?

Learning/ is finding out/ what you already know./ Doing is demonstrating that/ you know it./ Teach is reminding others/ that they known just as well as you. Your only/ obligation in any life time/ is to be true to yourself. The simplest questions/ are the most profound./ Where were you born? Where is your home?/ Where are you going?/ What are you doing?/ Think about these/ once in a while, and/ watch your answers/ change.

The    best way       to avoid responsibility is to say, “I’ve got    responsibilities.

Rebuilding us. Isn’t that what the spirit requires, when we climb over the wreckage of our lives, sometimes, we go on to make our lives our own affirmation? We are perfect expressions of perfect Love, here and now. There is no permanent injury.

I wanted to say, for the love of God, if you want freedom, can't you see it's not anywhere outside of you? Say you have it, and you have it! Act as if it is your's, and it is! Richard, what is so damned hard about that? But they didn't hear, most of them. Miracles - like going to auto races to see the crashes, they came to see miracles. First it's frustrating and then after a while it just gets dull. I have no idea how the other messiahs could stand it

 In every disaster, in every blessing, ask, "Why me?"       There's a reason, of course, there's an answer.

How many of us count fictional characters, or those we've never met, among our closest friends? My hand's up.

You’re a perfect expression of perfect Love, perfect Life, here and now.

It’s OK if the world is destroyed,” he said. “There are a thousand million other worlds for us to create and choose from. As long as people want planets, there will be planets to live on.

Argue for your limitations,    and sure enough,          they’re       yours.

Family is not necessarily made of blood, but of those you meet along the way.

There was a lot I didn’t understand about messiahs.

What'll be your biography? "At that point, life seemed pretty bleak. Then (insert  your name) did a surprising thing...

You    teach best       what you most need              to learn.

You’re a master when things go well, you’re a victim when they go out of control.

a thousand times: “You’re a perfect expression of perfect Love, here and now. You will have a perfect

This disaster is the chance you prayed for, your wish come true.

Oh, the different consciousness between the grieving and the dying! One sees midnight, the other joyful sunrise. One sees death, the other Life as never before.

You are    never given a wish without also being given the       power to make it true.                            You may                   have to work for it,                     however

Just read The Virtue of Minding Your Own Business. Oh my, what currents run deep! Beautifully seen, beautifully told. Praise praise praise . . . Pardon my French, but you are one darn major American writer!" ---Richard Bach, author of Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Illusions, on Sandcastle and Other Stories

Prisimeni kosminį dėsnį? Toks tokį traukia. Tiesiog būk koks esi: ramus, šviesus ir giedras. Kai leidžiame sušvisti visai savo esybei, kai kiekvieną minutę klausiame savęs, ar iš tikro norime taip elgtis ir darome tai tik atsakę sau "Taip", tuomet savaime atstumiame nuo savęs tuos, kurie nieko iš mūsų negali išmokti, ir pritraukiame ne tik gebančius mokytis iš mūsų, bet ir tuos, iš kurių patys turime ką perimti.

Soon as you realize you’re immortal,” he said, “declare the power of Love even when it seems invisible, you’ll go far beyond the illusions of space and time. In all history, the one power you never lose is your power of letting go of space and time, the joy of dying that is no wicked thing, it comes in love, to everyone.

Once we visit death, once we see the beauty waiting for us, our fear’s gone. Used to be never a book written, of our experience with dying. Now there are shelves, waiting to be read. The beliefs, the experiences of so many others, now.

Your friends    will know you better in the first minute you meet    than       your acquaintances          will know you in             a thousand                years.

Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years.” ―

Everything in this book may be wrong

The best we can do is live our highest right, gracefully as we can, and let the Principle of Coincidence take it from there.    Seven

If we agree that the world is not what it seems, then we have an important question: What shall we do about it?

There is no such thing as a problem without a girlfriend for you In its hands You seek problems Because you need their gifts

always free            to change your mind and                choose a different future, or                  a different                      past.

There is    no such thing as a problem       without a gift for you              in its hands.       You seek problems     because you need       their gifts.

We magnetize into our lives whatever we hold in our thought, for instance.

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.

Vardığın yer orası değil. Onun çok ötesindesin. Ama geldiğinde inandığın yer orası ve bunda sakınca yok. Seni doğru okuyorum değil mi, sevgili ölümlü? Her zaman içinde bulunan, sana uçma fantezini yaşatan şu mavi tüylü kanatların sahibi olduğunun farkına yeni vardın. Bir mil yüksekliğindeki bir uçurumun kenarında duruyorsun, güven duyarak öne doğru eğiliyorsun, kanatlar açılıyor, denge durumundan çıkarken o konuma havada geleceğini umuyorsun. Öyle mi?

Per gyvenimą tave veda tavyje esanti, ištroškusi mokymosi, žaisminga dvasinė būtybė, kuri ir yra tavo asmenybės esmė. Nenusigręžk nuo jokios galimos ateities prieš tai neįsitikinęs, kad iš jos nėra ko išmokti. Tu visuomet gali laisvai apsispręsti. Gali persigalvoti ir pasirinkti kitokią ateitį arba kitokią praeitį.

You don’t do anything. Cosmic law, remember? Like attracts like. Just be who you are, calm and clear and bright. Automatically, as we shine who we are, asking ourselves every minute is this what I really want to do, doing it only when we answer yes, automatically that turns away those who have nothing to learn from who we are and attracts those who do, and from whom we have to learn, as well.

If you listened to each voice on its own, you would find that it seemed to make sense all by itself. It could stand alone, and that is the sense in which I meant that it is independent. But you are quite right in pointing out that each of these individually meaningful lines fuses with the others in a highly nonrandom way, to make a graceful totality. The art of writing a beautiful fugue lies precisely in this ability, to manufacture several different lines, each one of which gives the illusion of having been written for its own beauty, and yet which when taken together form a whole, which does not feel forced in any way.

... Music reminds me of what my life should have been. But it doesn't change me. Perhaps, says the genius, music doesn't change us that much, nor does great art change us. Instead, it reminds us of who, despite all our claims or denials, we've always known we were and are destined to remain. It reminds us of the mileposts we've buried and hidden and then lost, of the people and things that mattered despite our lies, despite the years. Music is no more than the sound of our regrets put to a cadence that stirs the illusion of pleasure and hope. It's the surest reminder that we're here for a very short while and that we've neglected or cheated or, worse yet, failed to live our lives. Music is the unlived life. You've lived the wrong life, my friend, and almost defaced the one you were given to live. What do I want? Do you know the answer, Herr Bach? Is there such a thing as a right or wrong life? I'm an artist, my friend, I don't do answers. Artists know questions only. And besides, you already know the answer.

I was sure of myself once, I thought I knew things, knew myself, and people loved that I reached out to touch them when I blustered into their lives and didn’t even ask or doubt that I mightn’t be welcome. Music reminds me of what my life should have been. But it doesn’t change me. Perhaps, says the genius, music doesn’t change us that much, nor does great art change us. Instead, it reminds us of who, despite all our claims or denials, we’ve always known we were and are destined to remain. It reminds us of the mileposts we’ve buried and hidden and then lost, of the people and things that mattered despite our lies, despite the years. Music is no more than the sound of our regrets put to a cadence that stirs the illusion of pleasure and hope. It’s the surest reminder that we’re here for a very short while and that we’ve neglected or cheated or, worse yet, failed to live our lives. Music is the unlived life. You’ve lived the wrong life, my friend, and almost defaced the one you were given to live. What do I want? Do you know the answer, Herr Bach? Is there such a thing as a right or wrong life? I’m an artist, my friend, I don’t do answers. Artists know questions only. And besides, you already know the answer.