Цитаты из книги автора Hermann Hesse Siddhartha

And everything together, all voices, all goals, all yearning, all suffering, all pleasure, all that was good and evil, all of this together was the world. All of it together was the flow of events, was the music of life.

that the river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future?"

He pondered deeply, like diving into a deep wa­ter he let him­self sink down to the ground of the sen­sa­tion, down to the place where the causes lie, be­cause to identify the causes, so it seemed to him, is the very es­sence of think­ing, and by this alone sen­sa­tions turn into real­iz­a­tions and are not lost, but be­come en­tit­ies and start to emit like rays of light what is in­side of them

that ‘soft’ is stronger than ‘hard,’ wa­ter stronger than rocks, love stronger than force.

I’m not kid­ding. I’m telling you what I’ve found. Know­ledge can be con­veyed, but not wis­dom. It can be found, it can be lived, it is pos­sible to be car­ried by it, mir­acles can be per­formed with it, but it can­not be ex­pressed in words and taught. This was what I, even as a young man, some­times sus­pec­ted, what has driven me away from the teach­ers.

“When someone is search­ing,” said Siddhartha, “then it might eas­ily hap­pen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is un­able to find any­thing, to let any­thing enter his mind, be­cause he al­ways thinks of noth­ing but the ob­ject of his search, be­cause he has a goal, be­cause he is ob­sessed by the goal. Search­ing means: hav­ing a goal. But find­ing means: be­ing free, be­ing open, hav­ing no goal. You, O ven­er­able one, are per­haps in­deed a searcher, be­cause, striv­ing for your goal, there are many things you don’t see, which are dir­ectly in front of your eyes.”

When you throw a rock into the wa­ter, it will speed on the fast­est course to the bot­tom of the wa­ter. This is how it is when Siddhartha has a goal, a res­ol­u­tion. Siddhartha does noth­ing, he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he passes through the things of the world like a rock through wa­ter, without do­ing any­thing, without stir­ring; he is drawn, he lets him­self fall. His goal at­tracts him, be­cause he doesn’t let any­thing enter his soul which might op­pose the goal. This is what Siddhartha has learned among the Samanas. This is what fools call ma­gic and of which they think it would be ef­fected by means of the dae­mons. Noth­ing is ef­fected by dae­mons, there are no dae­mons. Every­one can per­form ma­gic, every­one can reach his goals, if he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast.”

have learned a lot, Siddhartha, there is still much to learn. We are not go­ing around in circles, we are mov­ing up, the circle is a spiral, we have already as­cen­ded many a level.

Quoth Govinda: “You say so, O friend, and yet you know that Siddhartha is no driver of an ox­cart and a Samana is no drunk­ard. It’s true that a drinker numbs his senses, it’s true that he briefly es­capes and rests, but he’ll re­turn from the de­lu­sion, finds everything to be un­changed, has not be­come wiser, has gathered no en­light­en­ment—has not risen sev­eral steps.”
And Siddhartha spoke with a smile: “I do not know, I’ve never been a drunk­ard. But that I, Siddhartha, find only a short numb­ing of the senses in my ex­er­cises and med­it­a­tions and that I am just as far re­moved from wis­dom, from sal­va­tion, as a child in the mother’s womb, this I know, O Govinda, this I know.”

See, you’ve already learned this from the wa­ter too, that it is good to strive down­wards, to sink, to seek depth.