Tag: Zhuangzi
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Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can have a word with him?
Zhuangzi
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Men honor what lies within the sphere of their knowledge, but do not realize how dependent they are on what lies beyond it.
Zhuangzi
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Those who realize their folly are not true fools.
Zhuangzi
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I know the joy of fishes in the river through my own joy, as I go walking along the same river.
Zhuangzi
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All existing things are really one. We regard those that are beautiful and rare as valuable, and those that are ugly as foul and rotten The foul and rotten may come to be transformed into what is rare and valuable, and the rare and valuable into what is foul and rotten.
Zhuangzi
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I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?
Zhuangzi