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Without really wanting to at all, they pay calls and carry on conversations, sit out their hours at desks and on office chairs; and it is all compulsory, mechanical and against the grain, and it could...
When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn’t inside us can’t excite us.
When we hate a man, we hate in him something which resides in us ourselves. What is not in us does not move us. Never
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts....
We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.
Vedi, Kamala, se tu getti una pietra nell’acqua, essa si affretta per la via più breve fino al fondo. E così è di Siddharta, quando ha una meta, un proposito. Siddharta non fa nulla. Siddharta pensa,...
Un par de veces he expresado la opinión de que todo pueblo y hasta todo hombre aislado, en vez de soñar con mentidas «responsabilidades» políticas, debía reflexionar dentro de sí, hasta qué punto él m...
Things are going downhill with you!’ he said to himself, and laughedabout it . . . and he also saw the river going downhill. . .
The world, my friend Govinda, is not imperfect or confined at a point somewhere along a gradual pathway toward perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment.
The world was beautiful, the world was particolored, strange and quizzical.... Meaning and essence were not somewhere behind things, they were inside things, in everything.
The world has become lovelier. I am alone, and I don’t suffer from my loneliness. I don’t want life to be anything other than what it is
The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure.
The devil has spit in the soup. Nothing comes out even. Nothing sounds right. Nothing rejoices and warms. Everything is desolate, sad, foul. All strings out of tune. All colors faded.
Tenían imperfecciones y faltas, pero a mí me parecía que no eran defectos profundos; no les pasaba como a mí, que estaba más cerca del mundo oscuro y sentía, agobiante y doloroso el conctacto con el m...
Tanrıyla barışa mı diyorsun? Hayır, Tanrıyla barışmış değilim. Onunla barış yapmayı da istemiyorum. Tanrı dünyayı kötü yarattı, bu dünyayı övmemiz için neden yok, kendisini de övmüşüm ya da yermişim,...
Tan pronto estaba yo en el cielo como en el infierno, la mayoría de las veces en los dos sitios a un tiempo.
También en la vida de este hombre parecía, como por doquiera en el mundo, que con frecuencia todo lo habitual, lo conocido, lo trivial y lo ordinario no habían de tener más objeto que lograr aquí o al...
Taip daug, tūkstančiai žmonių įgijo brangiausią turtą- laimę, bet kodėl ne aš? Net piktieji, netgi vagys ar plėšikai yra mylimi, tik ne aš.
Sufría menos con un dolor real y físico que con el temor de agonía de que volviera la conciencia y me arrebataran la copa del olvido que la muerte me brindaba.