Love is anonymous. I may love my wife and my children, but the quality of that love is anonymous. Like the sunset, love is neither yours nor mine.

Krishnamurti in New Delhi 1960, Talk 8

 

The self can never be anonymous; it may put on a new robe, assume a different name, but identity is its very substance. This identifying process prevents the awareness of its own nature.

Krishnamurti, Commentaries on Living 1 | Read