Disse Siddharta: Che dovrei mai dirti, io, o venerabile? Forse questo, che tu cerchi troppo? Che tu non pervieni a trovare per il troppo cercare?
Der Machtmensch geht an der Macht zugrunde, der Geldmensch am Geld, der Unterwürfige am Dienen, der Lustsucher an der Lust.
Denn dies haßte, verabscheute und verfluchte ich von allem doch am innigsten: diese Zufriedenheit, diese Gesundheit, Behaglichkeit, diesen gepflegten Optimismus des Bürgers, diese fette gedeihliche Zu...
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Chandogya-Upanishads. ‘In truth, the name of the Brahman is Satyam. Indeed, he who knows it enters the heavenly world each day.
By degrees during the afternoon he warmed and became alive, and only towards evening, on his good days, was he productive, active and, sometimes, aglow with joy.
Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike. Beautiful were the moon and the stars, beautiful was the stream and the banks, the forest and the rocks, t...
Be aware of too much wisdom!
And if time is not real, then the dividing line that seems to lie between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.
An occasionally, I became very sad over that happiness, because I was well aware it couldn't last.
Alsdann kam ihm für eine Stunde zum Bewußtsein, daß er ein seltsames Leben führe, daß er da lauter Dinge tue, die bloß ein Spiel waren, daß er wohl heiter sei und zuweilen Freude fühle, daß aber das e...
All this seemed a decorative newly painted picture behind clear new glass.
All existence seemed to be based on duality, on contrast. Either one was a man or one was a woman, either a wanderer or sedentary burgher, either a thinking person or a feeling person-no one could bre...
All I really wanted was to try to live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so difficult?
Al propio tiempo estaba pensando: lo mismo que yo ahora me visto y salgo a la calle, voy a visitar al profesor y cambio con él galanterías, todo ello realmente sin querer, así hacen, viven y actúan un...
Abschied war es, Herbst war es, Schicksal war es, wonach die Sommerrose so reif und voll geduftet hatte.
A wolf of the Steppes that had lost its way and strayed into the towns and the life of the herd, a more striking image could not be found for his shy loneliness, his savagery, his restlessness,
A melody occurs to you; you sing it silently, inwardly ... ; you steep your being in it; it takes possession of all your strength and emotions, and during the time it lives in you, it effaces all that...
Y más me gusta sentir dentro de mí arder un dolor verdadero y endemoniado que esta confortable temperatura de estufa