Suddenly street and city became transformed, had the unfamiliar face that familiar things take on when our heart has taken leave of them. He looked back at the door of the house: it had become the doo...
Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in...
Soledad era independencia, yo me la había deseado y la había conseguido al cabo de largos años. Era fría, es cierto, pero también era tranquila, maravillosamente tranquila y grande, como el tranquilo...
Siddhartha was thus loved by everyone. He was a source of joy for everybody, he was a delight for them all. But he, Siddhartha, was not a source of joy for himself, he found no delight in himself.
Siddhartha gave his garments to a poor Brahman in the street. He worenothing more than the loincloth and the earth-coloured, unsown cloak.He ate only once a day, and never something cooked. He fasted...
Seeking means; to have a goal; but finding means; to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.
Remember, my dear: Noteternal is the world of appearances, not eternal, anything but eternal areour garments and the style of our hair, and our hair and bodies themselves.I’m wearing a rich man’s clot...
Podemos comprendernos unos a otros, pero sólo a sí mismo puede interpretarse cada uno.
Patria non è qua o là. Patria è dentro te, o in nessun luogo.
Para el hombre despierto no habría más que un deber: buscarse a sí mismo, afirmarse en sí mismo y tantear, hacia delante siempre, su propio camino, sin cuidarse del fin al que puede conducirle.
One never reaches home,' she said. 'But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.
One cannot apologize for something fundamental, and a child feels and knows this as well and as deeply as any sage.
Oh, was not all suffering time, were not all forms of tormenting oneself and being afraid time, was not everything hard, everything hostile in the world gone and overcome as soon as one had overcome t...
Of course! When it's a question of anything stupid and pathetic and devoid of humor or wit,you're the man, you tragedian. Well, I am not. I don't care a fig for all your romantics ofatonement. You wan...
Nunca se llega a puerto dijo afablemente. Pero cuando dos rutas amigas coinciden, todo el mundo nos parece, por una hora, el anhelado puerto.
Nothing, said he in the mirror, I am only waiting. I am waiting for death.Where is death then?Coming, said the other.
Nothing was, nothing will be; everything is, everything has existence and is present. Siddhartha
Nothing is caused by demons. There are no demons. Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait, and fast.
No. I like to listen to music, but only the kind you play—absolute music, the kind where you can feel someone rattling the gates of Heaven and Hell. I think I like music because it has so little to do...
No use lamenting over it! I was now living in a blaze of unsatisfied desire, of suspenseful expectancy, that often made me wild and crazy. I often saw the image of my dream beloved before me with more...