هیچ چیز تا از بین نرود به هستی نمی آید
در هر انسانی مخلوقی در رنج است، و در ضمیر هر کسی نجات دهنده یی با میخ بر صلیب کوبیده شده
How easy human frailties could thrive under the cover of idealism
You should not take old people who are already dead seriously. It does them injustice. We immortals do not like things to be taken seriously. We like joking. Seriousness, young man, is an accident of...
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, one must find one's dream, then the path becomes easy. But no dream lasts forever, each one is replaced by a new one, and you shouldn't try to hold onto any of them
Writing is good, thinking is better. Being smart isgood, being patient is better.
Who protected Siddhartha the Samana from Sansara, from sin, greed and folly? Could his father’s piety, his teacher’s exhortations, his own knowledge, his own seeking, protect him? Which father, which...
When a person seeks, Siddhartha said, it can easily happen that his eye sees only the thing he is seeking; he is incapable of finding anything, of allowing anything to enter into him, because he is al...
Welcher Vater, welcher Lehrer hat ihn davor schützen können, selbst das Leben zu leben, selbst sich mit dem Leben zu beschmutzen, selbst Schuld auf sich zu laden, selbst den bitteren Trank zu trinken,...
There are many ways in which the god can make us lonely and lead us to ourselves.
The whole of world history often seems to me nothing more than a picture book which portrays humanity's most powerful and a senseless desire - the desire to forget. Does not each generation, by means...
The purpose and the essential properties were not somewhere behind the things, they were in them, in everything.
The old man slowly raised himself from the piano stool, fixed those cheerful blue eyes piercingly and at the same time with unimaginable friendliness upon him, and said: Making music together is the b...
The mistaken and unhappy notion that a man is an enduring unity is known to you. It is also known to you that a man consists of a multitude of souls, of numerous selves. The separation of the unity of...
That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.
Siddhartha began to understand that it was not happiness and peace that had come to him with his son but, rather, sorrow and worry. But he loved him and preferred the sorrow and worry of love to the h...
RainSoft rain, summer rainWhispers from bushes, whispers from trees.Oh, how lovely and full of blessingTo dream and be satisfied.I was so long in the outer brightness,I am not used to this upheaval:Be...
Oh oak tree, how they have pruned you. Now you stand odd and strangely shaped!You were hacked a hundred timesuntil you had nothing left but spite and will!I am like you, so many insults and humiliatio...