The world, my friend Govinda, is not imperfect, or on a slow path towards perfection: no, it is perfect in every moment, all sin already carries the divine forgiveness in itself, all small children al...
The world was so beautiful when regarded like this, without searching, so simply, in such a childlike way. Moons and stas were beautiful, beautiful were bank and stream, forest and rocks, goat and gol...
The words are not good for the secret meaning, everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit, a bit silly--yes, and this is also very good, and I lik...
The mother of life could be called love or desire; she could also be called death, grave, or decay. Eve was the mother. She was the source of bliss as well as of death; eternally she gave birth and et...
The kind of person we want to develop, the kind of person we aim to become, would at any time be able to exchange his discipline or art for any other.
Sí tiene uno que encontrar su sueño, y entonces el camino se hace fácil. Pero no hay sueño perdurable. Se sustituyen unos a otros y no debemos esforzarnos en retener ninguno.
Someone who seeks nothing but his own fate no longer has any companions, he stands quite alone and has only cold, universal space around him.
Smiling, Siddhartha felt happiness at the friendship and friendliness of the ferryman. He is like Govinda, he thought, smiling. All the people I meet upon my way are like Govinda. All of them are grat...
Simultáneamente con esta sensación de bienestar y el sonido creciente de los acordes, me sobrecogió un hálito de sorprendente felicidad, porque repentinamente supe lo que era el amor. No era un sentim...
Sijepa ljubav majke prema svom djetetu, glupi, slijepo ponos oca, uobraženog oca na sina jedinca, šturo neobuzdano stremljenje za adiđarima i zadivljenim pogledima muškaraca kod neke mlade, sujetne že...
Siddhartha stopped fighting his fate this very hour, and he stopped suffering.
Siddhartha does nothing, he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he passes through the things of the world like a rock through water, without doing anything, without stirring; he is drawn, he lets himself...
Should we be mindful of dreams? Joseph asked. Can we interpret them?The Master looked into his eyes and said tersely: We should be mindful of everything, for we can interpret everything.
Searching means having a goal, but finding means being free, being open, having no goal. You, oh venerable one, are perhaps indeed a searcher, because, striving for your goal, there are many things yo...
Quoth Siddhartha: What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding? How come? aske...
Pero no hay tales casualidades. Cuando alguien que de verdad necesita algo lo encuentra, no es la casualidad quien se lo procura, sino él mismo. Su propio deseo y su propia necesidad le conducen a ell...
Perhaps this, that you are seeking all too much? That all your seeking is making you unable to find? How is this? Govinda asked. When a person seeks, Siddhartha said, it can easily happen that his eye...
Para el hombre despierto no había mas que un deber: buscarse a sí mismo, afirmarse en sí mismo y tantear, hacia adelante siempre, su propio camino, sin cuidarse del fin al que pudiese conducirle.
One of the disadwantages of school and learning, he thought dreamily, was that the mind seemed to have the tendency too see and represent all things as though they were flat and had only two dimension...
Once, he said to her: You are like me, you are different from most people. You are Kamala, nothing else, and inside of you, there is a peace and refuge, to which you can go at every hour of the day an...