And the idea of ourselves is our escape from the fact of what we really are. — Jiddu Krishnamurti, What are You Doing with Your Life: Teen Books on Living Volume 1
And the idea of ourselves is our escape from the fact of what we really are. — Jiddu Krishnamurti, What are You Doing with Your Life: Teen Books on Living Volume 1
And the idea of ourselves is our escape from the fact of what we really are. — Jiddu Krishnamurti, What are You Doing with Your Life: Teen Books on Living Volume 1
And the idea of ourselves is our escape from the fact of what we really are. — Jiddu Krishnamurti, What are You Doing with Your Life: Teen Books on Living Volume 1
And the idea of ourselves is our escape from the fact of what we really are. — Jiddu Krishnamurti, What are You Doing with Your Life: Teen Books on Living Volume 1
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And the idea of ourselves is our escape from the fact of what we really are.

— Jiddu Krishnamurti, What are You Doing with Your Life: Teen Books on Living Volume 1
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