I am not what you see and hear.

Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought.

Tu n'es rien d'autre que ta vie.

you are not what you think you are; but what you think, you are.

No eres nada más que tu vida.

I have thoughts, but I am not my thoughts. I have feelings, but I am not my feelings. I have desires, but I am not desires. I have wishes, but I am not those wishes. I have intense pleasure and excruciating pain, but I am neither of those. I have a body, but I am not my body. I have a mind, but I am not my mind. All those can be seen, but I am the seer; all those can be known, but I am the knower; all those are merely objects, but I am a real subject or true self, not any passing parts and pieces and objects and things. I am not thoughts, not feelings, not desires, not body, not mind, not this, not that.

I am not what I think I am, and I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am.

You are not looking at anything; you are not in contact with anything living, as long as you use your thoughts to understand and experience anything.

I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.

You are but an appearance, and not absolutely the thing you appear to be.

I'm not the pawn to your king I'm not your world on a string I'm not anyone you'll beat I'm not anything

I am not your justification for existence.

I am not a witch. I'm nothing you've heard. I'm you.

It's not what you are that holds you back, it's what you think you are
not.