And some day there will be nothing left of everything that has twisted my life and grieved it and filled me so often with such anguish. Some day, with the last exhaustion, peace will come...

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

I do want more. I am not content with being happy. I was not made for it. It is not my destiny. My destiny is the opposite.

Sve je bilo lažno, sve je zaudaralo, vonjalo na laž, sve je bila samo obmana uma, varka sreće i ljepote, sve samo prikrivena trukež. Gorak je bio ukus svijeta. Život je bio patnja.

What I am in search of is not so much the gratification of a curiosity or a passion for worldly life, but something far less conditional. I do not wish to go out into the...

The diabolical thing about melancholy is not that it makes you ill but that it makes you conceited and shortsighted; yes almost arrogant. You lapse into bad taste, thinking of yourself as Heine’s Atlas, whose...

E sempre é bom termos consciência de que dentro de nós há alguém que tudo sabe, tudo quer e age melhor do que nós mesmos

Era linistitor sa stiu ca seara nu voi mai trai.

They had been talking about astrology, a forbidden science that was not pursued in the cloister. Narcissus had said that astrology was an attempt to arrange and order the many different types of human beings...

You’ve never lived what you are thinking, and that isn’t good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.

There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge-that is everywhere, that is Atman, that is in me and you and...

Obedient to no man, dependent only on weather and season, without a goal before them or a roof above them, owning nothing, open to every whim of fate, the homeless wanderers lead their childlike, brave,...

Granted, there is always much that is hidden, and we must not forget that the writing of history – however dryly it is done and however sincere the desire for objectivity – remains literature. History’s...

It is easier to bear the worries of wandering than to find peace in your hometown, where only the sage can live in a happy house surrounded by trite troubles and daily distractions.

It [enlightenment] has not come to you by means of teaching! And-thus is my thought, oh exalted one,-nobody will obtain salvation by means of teachings! (character of Siddhartha, speaking to the Buddha)

Man is an onion made up of a hundred integuments, a texture made up of many threads. The ancient Asiatics knew this well enough, and in the Buddhist Yoga an exact technique was devised for...

Somente as idéias que vivemos é que têm valor.

Both the thoughts and the senses were pretty things, the ultimate meaning was hidden behind both of them… from both the secret voices of the innermost truth had to be attentively perceived.

Making music together is the best way for two people to become friends.

What is the world doing? Have new gods been discovered, new laws, new freedoms? Who cares! But up here a primrose is blossoming and bearing silver fuzz on its leaves, and the light sweet wind...

E ora vedi: questo “un giorno” è illusione, è soltanto un modo di dire! Il peccatore non è in cammino per diventare Buddha, non è coinvolto in un processo di sviluppo, sebbene il nostro pensiero...

Fate and character are different names for the same idea.

How Heavy the Days. . .How heavy the days are.There’s not a fire that can warm me,Not a sun to laugh with me,Everything bare,Everything cold and merciless,And even the beloved, clearStars look desolately down,Since I...

When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

Times of terror and the deepest misery may arrive, but if there is to be any happiness in this misery it can only be a spiritual happiness, related to the past in the rescue of...

Among the many worlds which man did not receive as a gift of nature, but which he created with his own mind, the world of books is the greatest. Every child, scrawling his first letters...

Is it only I alone who have created this experience, or is it objective reality? Does the Master have the same feelings as I, or would mine amuse him? Are my thoughts new, unique, my...

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.

Mas cada um de nós é um ser total do mundo, e da mesma forma como o corpo integra toda a trajetória da evolução, remontando ao peixe e mesmo a antes, levamos em nossa alma...

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.

He raised himself above her pallid face and kissed her on both closed eyes and thought: she thinks she is taking and does not know that she is giving; in her loneliness she has fled...

It happens quite easily that he only sees the thing that he is seeking; that he is unable to find anything, unable to absorb anything, because he is only thinking of the thing he is...

I felt knowledge and the unity of the world circulate in me like my own blood.

music of decline” had sounded, as in that wonderful Chinese fable; like a thrumming bass on the organ its reverberations faded slowly out over decades; its throbbing could be heard in the corruption of the...

…and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

No permanence is ours; we are a waveThat flows to fit whatever form it finds:Through night or day, cathedral or the caveWe pass forever, craving form that binds.

It is possible for one never to transgress a single law and still be a bastard.

…for you know that soft is stronger than hard, water stronger than rock, love stronger than force.” Vesadeva to Siddartha

misión”, pero ésta no podía ser elegida, definida, administrada a voluntad. Era un error desear nuevos dioses, y completamente falso querer dar algo al mundo. No existía ningún deber, ninguno, para el hombre consciente, excepto...

O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising...

Scopul nostru nu este de a ne contopi unul intr-altul, ci a ne recunoaste reciproc si a invata sa vedem si sa respectam fiecare in celalalt ceea ce e contrariul si completarea sa.

In this hour, Siddhartha stopped fighting his fate, stopped suffering. On his face flourished the cheerfulness of a knowledge, which is no longer opposed by any will, which knows perfection, which is in agreement with...

An enlightened man had but one duty–to seek the way to himself, to reach inner certainty, to grope his way forward, no matter where it led. The realization shook me profoundly, it was the fruit...

It is not for me to judge another man’s life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.

It is good,” he thought “to taste for yourself everything you need to know. That worldly pleasures and wealth are not good things, I learned even as a child. I knew it for a long...

Whether it is good or evil, whether life in itself is pain or pleasure, whether it is uncertain-that it may perhaps be this is not important-but the unity of the world, the coherence of all...

When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.

We fear death, we shudder at life’s instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will...

…your tranquil yes to the changing over into the formless void of the unlimited.