-You seek too much that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.
-Wisdom is not communicable.
-In every truth the opposite is equally true.
-Everything that is thought and expressed in words is one-sided. The world itself, being in and around us is never one-sided.
-Time is not real.
-The potential Buddha already exists in the sinner.
-The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a long path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment.
-I learned through my body and soul that it was necessary for me to sin, that I needed lust, that I had to strive for property and experience nausea and the depths of despair in order to learn not to resist them, in order to learn to love the world, and not longer compare it with some kind of desired imaginary world, some imaginary vision of perfection, but to leave as it is, to love it and be glad to belong to it.
-What is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another.
-One cannot love words.
-Love is the most important thing in the world.
-My words about love are in apparent contradiction to the teachings of Gotama. That is just why I distrust words so much.
-We are now old men. We may never see each other again in this life. I can see my dear friend, that you have found peace.
-Govinda bowed low. Uncontrollable tears trickled down his old face. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of great love, of the most humble veneration. He bowed low, right down to the ground, in front of the man sitting there motionless, whose smile reminded him of everything that he had ever loved in his life, of everything that had ever been of value and holy in his life.
Friday, November 29, 2019
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Quotes VI
-No teacher could have brought him salvation. That was why he had to go into the world, to lose himself in power, women and money; that was why he had to be a merchant, a dice player, a drinker and a man of property, until the priest and Samana in him were dead.
-The river knows everything.
-There is not such thing as time.
-Siddhartha's previous live were also not in the past, and his death and his return to Brahma are not in the future. Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence.
-Kamala looked into his eyes. You have grown old, my dear. You have become gray.
-Looking at him she said: now I see that your eyes have also changed. They have become quite different. How do I recognize that you are still Siddhartha? You are Siddhartha and yet you are not like him. Have you find peace?
-For a long time he looked intently at the pale face, at the tired wrinkles and saw his own face like that, just as white, also dead, and at the same time he saw his face and hers, young, with red lips, with ardent eyes and he was overwhelmed with a feeling of the present and contemporary existence. In this hour he felt more acutely the indestructibleness of every life, the eternity of every moment.
-No, my dear. Why should I be sad?
-Do you not chain him with your love?
-Do you think, my dear friend that anybody is spared this path?
-The consciousness of the unity of all life. It was nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.
-Everything that was not suffered to the end and finally concluded, recurred, and the same sorrows were undergone.
-All the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world.
-The river knows everything.
-There is not such thing as time.
-Siddhartha's previous live were also not in the past, and his death and his return to Brahma are not in the future. Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence.
-Kamala looked into his eyes. You have grown old, my dear. You have become gray.
-Looking at him she said: now I see that your eyes have also changed. They have become quite different. How do I recognize that you are still Siddhartha? You are Siddhartha and yet you are not like him. Have you find peace?
-For a long time he looked intently at the pale face, at the tired wrinkles and saw his own face like that, just as white, also dead, and at the same time he saw his face and hers, young, with red lips, with ardent eyes and he was overwhelmed with a feeling of the present and contemporary existence. In this hour he felt more acutely the indestructibleness of every life, the eternity of every moment.
-No, my dear. Why should I be sad?
-Do you not chain him with your love?
-Do you think, my dear friend that anybody is spared this path?
-The consciousness of the unity of all life. It was nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.
-Everything that was not suffered to the end and finally concluded, recurred, and the same sorrows were undergone.
-All the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world.
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Quotes V
-Knew only one thing: that he could not go back, that the life he had lived for many years was past, tasted and drained to a degree of nausea.
-The past now seemed to him covered by a veil, extremely remote, very unimportant.
-The world of appearances is transitory, the style of our clothes and hair is extremely transitory. Our hair and our bodies are themselves transitory.
-The transitory soon changes.
-Three noble and invincible arts: fasting, waiting, and thinking. These were his possessions, his power and strength, his firm staff.
-Nothing is mine, I know nothing, I posses nothing. I have learned nothing. How strange it is. Now, when I am no longer young, when my hair is fast growing gray, when strength begins to diminish, now I am beginning again like a child.
-Is it not true that slowly and through many deviations I changed from a man into a child? From a thinker into an ordinary person? And yet this path has been good and the bird in my breast has not died.
-The bird, the clear spring and voice within him was still alive. That was why he rejoiced, that was why he laughed, that was why his face was radiant under his gray hair.
-The past now seemed to him covered by a veil, extremely remote, very unimportant.
-The world of appearances is transitory, the style of our clothes and hair is extremely transitory. Our hair and our bodies are themselves transitory.
-The transitory soon changes.
-Three noble and invincible arts: fasting, waiting, and thinking. These were his possessions, his power and strength, his firm staff.
-Nothing is mine, I know nothing, I posses nothing. I have learned nothing. How strange it is. Now, when I am no longer young, when my hair is fast growing gray, when strength begins to diminish, now I am beginning again like a child.
-Is it not true that slowly and through many deviations I changed from a man into a child? From a thinker into an ordinary person? And yet this path has been good and the bird in my breast has not died.
-The bird, the clear spring and voice within him was still alive. That was why he rejoiced, that was why he laughed, that was why his face was radiant under his gray hair.
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Quotes IV
-Like one who has eaten and drunk too much and vomits painfully and then feels better. so did the restless man wish he could rid himself with one terrific heave of these pleasures, of these habits of this entirely senseless life.
-Mentally he went through the whole of his life.
-How many long years he had spent without any lofty goal, without any thirst, without any exaltation, content with small pleasures and yet never really satisfied.
-Without knowing it, he had endeavored and longed all these years to be like all these other people, like these children, and yet his life had been much more wretched and poorer than theirs, for their aims were not his, not their sorrows his.
-He sat all that day under the mango tree, thinking of his father, thinking of Govinda, thinking of Gotama. Had he left all these in order to become a Kamaswami?
-The same night, Siddhartha left his garden and the town and never returned.
-Mentally he went through the whole of his life.
-How many long years he had spent without any lofty goal, without any thirst, without any exaltation, content with small pleasures and yet never really satisfied.
-Without knowing it, he had endeavored and longed all these years to be like all these other people, like these children, and yet his life had been much more wretched and poorer than theirs, for their aims were not his, not their sorrows his.
-He sat all that day under the mango tree, thinking of his father, thinking of Govinda, thinking of Gotama. Had he left all these in order to become a Kamaswami?
-The same night, Siddhartha left his garden and the town and never returned.
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Quotes III
-That pride of standing alone, that eager readiness to hear the divine voice within his own heart had gradually become a memory, had passed.
-Gradually, along with his growing riches, Siddhartha himself acquired some of the characteristics of the ordinary people.
-Gradually, his face assumed the expressions of discontent, of sickliness, of displeasure, of idleness, of lovelessness. Slowly the soul sickness of the rich crept over him.
-He only noticed that the bright and clear inward voice, that had once awakened in him and had always guided him in his finest hours, had become silent. The world had caught him.
-That vice that he had always despised and scorned as the most foolish, acquisitiveness: property, possessions and riches had also finally trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy; they had become a chain and a burden.
-Whenever he awakened from this hateful spell, when he saw his face reflected in the mirror on the wall of his bedroom, grown older and uglier, whenever shame and nausea overtook him, he fled again, fled to a new game of chance, fled in confusion to passion, to wine, and from there back again to the urge for acquiring and hoarding wealth, He wore himself out in this senseless cycle, became old and sick.
-Never had it been so strangely clear to Siddhartha how closely related passion was to death.
-He had drunk much wine and late after midnight he went to bed, tired and yet agitated, nearly in tears and in despair. In vain did he tried to sleep. His heart was so full of misery, he felt he could no longer endure it.
-Gradually, along with his growing riches, Siddhartha himself acquired some of the characteristics of the ordinary people.
-Gradually, his face assumed the expressions of discontent, of sickliness, of displeasure, of idleness, of lovelessness. Slowly the soul sickness of the rich crept over him.
-He only noticed that the bright and clear inward voice, that had once awakened in him and had always guided him in his finest hours, had become silent. The world had caught him.
-That vice that he had always despised and scorned as the most foolish, acquisitiveness: property, possessions and riches had also finally trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy; they had become a chain and a burden.
-Whenever he awakened from this hateful spell, when he saw his face reflected in the mirror on the wall of his bedroom, grown older and uglier, whenever shame and nausea overtook him, he fled again, fled to a new game of chance, fled in confusion to passion, to wine, and from there back again to the urge for acquiring and hoarding wealth, He wore himself out in this senseless cycle, became old and sick.
-Never had it been so strangely clear to Siddhartha how closely related passion was to death.
-He had drunk much wine and late after midnight he went to bed, tired and yet agitated, nearly in tears and in despair. In vain did he tried to sleep. His heart was so full of misery, he felt he could no longer endure it.
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Quotes II
-I knew how to think, to wait, and to fast.
-I am certainly without possessions by of my own free will, so I am not in need.
-He heard much and said little.
-Although he found it so easy to speak to everyone, to live with everyone, to learn from everyone, he was very conscious of the fact that there was something which separated him from them, and this was due to the fact that he had been a Samana.
-He did not treat the rich foreign merchant differently from the servant.
-Then, he suddenly saw clearly that he was leading a strange life, that he was doing many things that were only a game, that he was quite cheerful and sometimes experienced pleasure, but that real life was flowing past him and did not touch him.
-With his heart, with his real nature, he was not there. His real self wandered elsewhere, far away, wandered on an on invisibly and had nothing to do with his life.
-Most people, Kamala, are like a falling leaft that drifts and turns in the air, flatters and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel a defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.
-I am certainly without possessions by of my own free will, so I am not in need.
-He heard much and said little.
-Although he found it so easy to speak to everyone, to live with everyone, to learn from everyone, he was very conscious of the fact that there was something which separated him from them, and this was due to the fact that he had been a Samana.
-He did not treat the rich foreign merchant differently from the servant.
-Then, he suddenly saw clearly that he was leading a strange life, that he was doing many things that were only a game, that he was quite cheerful and sometimes experienced pleasure, but that real life was flowing past him and did not touch him.
-With his heart, with his real nature, he was not there. His real self wandered elsewhere, far away, wandered on an on invisibly and had nothing to do with his life.
-Most people, Kamala, are like a falling leaft that drifts and turns in the air, flatters and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel a defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.
Thursday, November 14, 2019
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Quotes
-Your soul is the whole world.
-Then, the father realized that Siddhartha could no longer remain with him at home, that he had already left him.
-Everything lied, stank of lies; they were all illusions of sense, happiness and beauty. All were doomed to decay. The world tasted bitter. Life was pain.
-Siddhartha had one single goal: to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow, to let the Self die.
-Are we on the right road? Are we approaching salvation? The path is a spiral.
-Opinions mean nothing.
-Nobody finds salvation through teachings.
-He recognize causes; for to recognize causes, it seemed to him, is to think, and through thought alone, feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature.
-The world was beautiful when looked at it in this way, without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.
-Everything comes back.
-One can learn much from a river.
-One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.
-I require clothes, money, that's all. These are easy goals which do not disturb one's sleep.
-Then, the father realized that Siddhartha could no longer remain with him at home, that he had already left him.
-Everything lied, stank of lies; they were all illusions of sense, happiness and beauty. All were doomed to decay. The world tasted bitter. Life was pain.
-Siddhartha had one single goal: to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow, to let the Self die.
-Are we on the right road? Are we approaching salvation? The path is a spiral.
-Opinions mean nothing.
-Nobody finds salvation through teachings.
-He recognize causes; for to recognize causes, it seemed to him, is to think, and through thought alone, feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature.
-The world was beautiful when looked at it in this way, without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.
-Everything comes back.
-One can learn much from a river.
-One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.
-I require clothes, money, that's all. These are easy goals which do not disturb one's sleep.
Monday, November 11, 2019
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Life after life by R. A. Moody. Quotes
-What has amazed me since the beginning of my interest are the great similarities in the reports, despite the fact that they come from people of highly varied religious, social, and educational backgrounds.
-What have you done with your life that is sufficient?
-It was like looking through a volume of my entire life and being able to do it within seconds. It just flashed before me like a motion picture that goes tremendously fast.
-I could see all of my loved ones who had died: my mother, my father, my sister, and others.
-I never wanted to leave the presence of this being.
-After this, I don't have my doubts anymore. I know there is life after death.
-The dying man may meet with other departed spirits whom he knew while in life.
-What have you done with your life that is sufficient?
-It was like looking through a volume of my entire life and being able to do it within seconds. It just flashed before me like a motion picture that goes tremendously fast.
-I could see all of my loved ones who had died: my mother, my father, my sister, and others.
-I never wanted to leave the presence of this being.
-After this, I don't have my doubts anymore. I know there is life after death.
-The dying man may meet with other departed spirits whom he knew while in life.
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