Deeply, he felt the love for the run-away in his heart, like a wound, and he felt at the same time that this wound had not been given to him in order to turn the knife in it, that it had to become a b...
And while he compared all these things which he was seeing with his eyes to the mental pictures he had painted of them in his homesickness, it became clear to him that he was, after all, destined to b...
After having been standing by the gate of the garden for a long time, Siddhartha realised that his desire was foolish, which had made him go up to this place, that he could not help his son, that he w...
I thought, with a certain amount of sorrow, how much enormous talent there must be in the world for nature simply to toss it away so arbitrarily! But nature could not care less what we think about it,...
To learn how to love the world, in order to stop comparing it to some world I wished, I imagined, some kind of perfection I had made up, but to leave it as it is and to love it and to enjoy being a pa...
There is no reality except the one contained within us.
...and as far as talent is concerned, there will be such an excess that our artists will become their own audiences, and audiences made up of ordinary people will no longer exist.
It is easier to bear the worries of wandering than to find peace in your hometown, where only the sage can live in a happy house surrounded by trite troubles and daily distractions.
هیچ چیز تا از بین نرود به هستی نمی آید
لقد أتت هذه الأشياء كلها و أخذتني
لا يوجد في الدنيا شيء أشد فشلاً من أن يفكر الإنسان في أمر إنسان يحبه. تلك أفكار تشبه بعض الإاني الشعبية والعسكرية التي تعدد آلاف الأشياء
Seriousness, young man, is an accident of time
Passacaglia by the old master Buxtehude.
Of equal
Because to identify the causes, so it seemed to him, is the very essence of thinking, and by this alone sensations turn into realizations and are not lost, but become entities and start to emit like r...
You love nobody. Is that not true?Maybe, said Siddhartha wearily. I am like you. You cannot love either, otherwise how could you practice love as an art? Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary p...
You have heard your sentence. So you see, you’ll have to get used to going on listening to the radio music of life. It will do you good. You are uncommonly lacking in talent, my dear stupid chap, but...
Yes, so it was, everything came back, which had not been suffered and solved up to its end, the same pain was suffered over and over again.
Y así fue construyendo el inteligente artífice con las figuras, cada una de las cuales era un pedazo de mí mismo, numerosos juegos, todos parecidos entre sí desde cierta distancia, todos como pertenec...
When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.