Înlăuntrul tău sălășluia o imagine pe care ți-o făcuseși tu despre viață, o încredere, o cerință anume, erai gata de fapte, erai gata să suferi, să te ssacrifici - pentru ca apoi, pas cu pas, să-ți da...
Wished that he would also be gifted with the ability to participate in all of this childlike-naive occupations of the daytime with passion and with his heart, really to live, really to act, really to...
Wieviel Gramm Pulver man braucht, um einen Menschen zu töten,
This water ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and was nevertheless always there, was always at all times the same and yet new in every moment!
There is good and reason in us … with whom fortune plays, and we can be stronger than … fate, if only for a few hours. … we can draw closer to one another in times of need, understand and love one ano...
Que la vida no era un poema heroico con papeles protagónicos y cuestiones por el estilo, sino una cómoda sala burguesa donde la gente estaba satisfecha con comer y beber, con tomar café y zurcirse las...
My path had led me at that time into a new life, which had now grown old and is dead
Lucid and quiet his voice hovered above the listeners, like a light, like a starry sky.
In momentul acela il preocupau cateva carti in care niste tineri deosebit de abili isi imaginau ca inalta, piatra cu piatra, o noua cultura, furand, intr'un limbaj catifelat, placut auzului, tot felul...
Everything actually was all-meaningful, that every symbol and combination of symbols led not hither and yon, not to single examples, experiments, and proofs, but into the center, the mystery and inner...
Even the unhappiest life has its sunny moments and its little flowers of happiness between sand and stone.
Eternally revolving wheel of avidity and suffering;
Ablutions
Young woman, fresh face, I don't want to know your name. I don't want to cherish and fatten my love for you. You aren't the end of my love, but its awakening, its beginning.
You will learn it, spoke Vasudeva, but not from me. The river has taught me to listen, from it you will learn it as well. The river knows everything, everything can be learned from it. See, you’ve alr...
You poets are accustomed to finding words for everything beautiful and you don’t even grant that people have hearts if they are less talkative about their feelings than you.
Y con cada llama que se extinguía sentí que algo hermoso y profundo que nunca más volvería se apagaba y volatilizaba.
Within you, there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at anytime and be yourself.
Wisdom is not communicable. The wisdom which a wise man tries to communicate always sounds foolish.
Why was it, do you think, I was able to recognise you and understand you?Why, Hermine? Tell me!Because it's the same for me as you because I am alone exactly as you are, because I'm as little fond of...