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Aquel que sólo quiere su destino no tiene ya modelos ni ideales, amores ni consuelos. Tal es el camino que realmente debería uno seguir.

And they didn't like to pay with trust and love, but rather with money and goods. They betrayed each other and expected being betrayed themselves.

For it cannot be denied that all over the world and in all ages there are beings who are perceived to be extraordinary, charming, and appealing, and whom many honor as benevolent spirits, because they make one think of a more beautiful, a freer, a more winged life than the one we lead.

But there is one thing which these so clear, these so venerable teachings do not contain: they do not contain the mystery of what the exalted one has experienced for himself, he alone among hundreds of thousands. This is what I have thought and realized, when I have heard the teachings. This is why I am continuing my travels—not to seek other, better teachings, for I know there are none, but to depart from all teachings and all teachers and to reach my goal by myself or to die. But often, I'll think of this day, oh exalted one, and of this hour, when my eyes beheld a holy man.

Dù bị đau đớn quằn quại, tôi vẫn tha thiết yêu thương trần gian điên dại này

el desesperado no querer morir, es el camino más seguro para la muerte eterna, en tanto que saber morir, rasgar el velo del arcano, ir buscando eternamente mutaciones al yo conduce a la inmortalidad.

Más o menos, mi muchacho querido, todas la palabras humanas acaban siendo un embuste; donde relativamente más honrados somos es entre pañales y más tarde en la tumba. Después nos tendemos junto a los padres, por fin somos sabios, llenos de fresca claridad, con huesos relucientes tableteamos la verdad y alguno mentiría y preferiría volver a vivir.

Gençler dünya durdukça yaşayacaklarına inanırlar, bu yüzden tüm düşünce ve istekleri kendilerine yöneliktir. Yaşlılar bir yerde son diye bir şeyin bulunduğunu anlamış, bir kimsenin yalnızca kendisi için sahip olduğu, yalnızca kendisi için yaptığı şeyin sonunda bir delikten içeri düşüp hiçbir değer taşımayacağının bilincine varmışlardır.

He thought, that all men, trickled away, changing constantly, until they finally dissolved, while the artist-created images remained unchangeably the same. He thought that the fear of death was perhaps the root of all art, perhaps also of all things of the mind. 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 search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something that lasts longer than we do. Perhaps the woman after whom the master shaped his beautiful Madonna is already wilted or dead, and soon he, too, will be dead; others will live in his house and eat at his table- but his work will still be standing hundreds of years from now, and longer. It will go on shimmering in the quiet cloister church, unchangingly beautiful, forever smiling with the same sad, flowering mouth.

Mira, todos los hombres son capaces de hacer lo increíble cuando están amenazados sus ideales. Pero ninguno está dispuesto cuando se presenta un nuevo ideal, un nuevo movimiento de expansión quizá peligroso y misterioso.

My conscious self lived within the familiar and sanctioned world, it denied the new world that dawned within me.

Njen miris, čitavo njeno biće bili su u znaku leta i ruža.

No está la muerte ni allí ni aquí, se alza en todos los senderos. Está en ti y está en mí tan pronto como traicionamos la vida

Note 54. I have often pondered whether Herman Hesse's The Glass Bead Game painted, perhaps not fully consciously, a good picture of what this new world could look like: a small and poor cultural en intellectual elite living in a secluded 'Castalia,' but that performed the glass bead game - an abstract synthesis of the arts and science -to tie together and give meaning to existence as well as the world as a whole. Remember that Castalia has a diplomatic wing whose role is to negotiate with the outside world to keep its funding. Of course Knecht leaves in the end, but there is one way of reading his ultimate drowning as a sacrifice so that the overman - Tito - can live.

Oh, teško je naići na trag Božji usred života kakav mi vodimo, usred ovog tako zadovoljnog, tako izrazito građanskog vremena, bez ikakvog duha, s pogledom na ovakvu arhitekturu, ovakve poslove i ovakve ljude.

Pero en los casos en los que no ha sido costumbre sino el más íntimo impulso el que nos ha llevado a ofrecer amor y veneración, cuando hemos sido discípulos y amigos de todo corazón, el momento de reconocer que la corriente dominante en nosotros se aparta de la persona querida es amargo y terrible.

However, one can study someone very closely and then one can often know almost exactly what he thinks or feels and thenone can also anticipate what he will do the next moment. It's simple enough, only people don't know it.

I call a man awake who knows in his conscious reason his innermost unreasonable forces, drives, and weaknesses and knows how to deal with them.

Najviše volim sasvim čista, laka, skromna seljačka vina, bez naročitog imena, kojih može mnogo da se popije i čiji okus tako prijatno i svesrdno podsjeća na selo, na zemlju, na nebo i lugove.

Ne treba žaliti ni za čim što je prošlo. Žaliti treba za Sada i Danas, za svim onim nebrojenim danima koje sam izgubio, koji su mi protekli ne donjevši mi ni darove, ni uzbuđenja.

Nezavisnost je hladna, oh da, ali je i spokojna, čudesno spokojna i prostrana kao onaj hladni i tihi prostor u kome se okreću zvijezde.

¿No irá usted a creer que todos esos bípedos que andan por la calle son hombre sólo porque anden derechos y lleven a sus crías nueve meses dentro de sí? Muchos de ellos son peces u ovejas, gusano o ángeles; otros son hormigas, y otros abejas. En cada uno existen las posibilidades de ser hombre; pero sólo cuando las vislumbra, cuando aprende a hacerlas conscientes, por lo menos en parte, estas posibilidades le pertenecen.

Pero cada uno de los hombres no es tan solo él mismo; es también un punto único, particularismo, importante siempre y singular, en el que se cruzan los fenómenos del Mundo, sólo una vez de aquel modo y nunca más.

Quien no lleva dentro un lobo no tiene por eso que ser feliz tampoco.

Stages As every flower fades and as all youth Departs, so life at every stage, So every virtue, so our grasp of truth, Blooms in its day and may not last forever. Since life may summon us at every age Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor, Be ready bravely and without remorse To find new light that old ties cannot give. In all beginnings dwells a magic force For guarding us and helping us to live. Serenely let us move to distant places And let no sentiments of home detain us. The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces. If we accept a home of our own making, Familiar habit makes for indolence. We must prepare for parting and leave-taking Or else remain the slaves of permanence. Even the hour of our death may send Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces, And life may summon us to newer races. So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

The surrender to Nature's irrational, strangely confused formations produces in us a feeling of inner harmony with the force responsible for these phenomena. We soon fall prey to the temptation of thinking of them as being our own moods, our own creations, and see the boundaries separating us from Nature begin to quiver and dissolve. We become acquainted with that state of mind in which we are unable to decide whether the images on our retina are the result of impressions coming from without or from within. Nowhere as in this exercise can we discover so easily and so simply to what extent we are creative, to what extent our soul partakes of the constant creation of the world. For it is the same indivisible divinity that is active through us and in Nature, and if the outside world were to be destroyed, a single one of us would be capable of rebuilding it: mountain and stream, tree and leaf, root and flower, yes, every natural form is latent within us, originates in the soul whose essence is eternity, whose essence we cannot know but which often intimates itself to us as the power to love and create.

Y lo que, por el contrario, me sucede a mí en las raras horas de placer, lo que para mí es delicia, suceso, elevación y éxtasis, eso no lo conoce, ni lo ama, ni lo busca el mundo más que si acaso en las novelas; en la vida, lo considera una locura. Y en efecto, si el mundo tiene razón, si esta música de los cafés, estas diversiones en masa, estos hombres americanos contentos con tan poco tienen razón, entonces soy yo el que no la tiene, entonces es verdad que estoy loco, entonces soy efectivamente el lobo estepario que tantas veces me he llamado, la bestia descarriada en un mundo que le es extraño e incomprensible, que ya no encuentra ni su hogar, ni su ambiente, ni su alimento.

What is meditation? What is leaving one's body? What is fasting? What is holding one's breath? It is fleeing from the self, it is a short escape of the agony of being a self, it is a short numbing of the senses against the pain and the pointlessness of life. The same escape, the same short numbing is what the driver of an ox-cart finds in the inn, drinking a few bowls of rice-wine or fermented coconut-milk. Then he won't feel his self any more, then he won't feel the pains of life any more, then he finds a short numbing of the senses. When he falls asleep over his bowl of rice-wine, he'll find the same what Siddhartha and Govinda find when they escape their bodies through long exercises, staying in the non-self.