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m`lj@ ltrykh t`ny 'n ystslm lnsn llfwDy w yHtfZ m` dhlk bymn lnZm w bmGzy l'shy. w tlk mhm@ jd@ jd 'yh lshb, bl nh mhm@ twshk 'n tkwn trjydy@.
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Hermann Hesse |
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560f445
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hmnTwr kh dywngy bh m`ny mt`ly khwd aGz hr nw` Hkmt w khrdy st,jnwn ftrq w ntz` nyz sr lwHh hr hnr w hr tkhyly st
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Hermann Hesse |
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b0b6be9
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lkn Tby`@ lns y ywzf tslk mslk akhr, fy lwqt ldhy ytwrT lnsn fyh fy mshkl wynHrf `n lTryq lmstqym w tshtd Hjth ly ltSwyb, yHs lnsn fy nfsh b`zwf shdyd `n l`wd@ ly lTryq lswy w ltms ltSwyb lSHyH,w kn lry'd ldhy yshrf `ly drsty qd wjh ly lwm shdyd, bynm knt '`tqd 'ny knt 'wshk ltwSl ly ktshft jdyd@ w ly ar jdyd@, fst't mn lwmh b`D lsty. w bkhtSr krht ldhhb lyh, fm knt 'Hb 'n 'qf 'mmh mwqf lndm w '`trf lh b'nh `ly Hq.
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Hermann Hesse |
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The mother of life could be called love or desire; she could also be called death, grave, or decay. Eve was the mother. She was the source of bliss as well as of death; eternally she gave birth and eternally she killed; her love was fused with cruelty. The longer he carried her image within him, the more it became a parable and a sacred symbol to him. Not
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my khwstm bh mrdm bymwzm kh bh nbD Tby`t gwsh fr bdhnd, dr klyt w phnh zndgy f`lnh shrkt jwynd w, tHt fshr nshy z zndgy Hqyrshn, z yd nbrnd kh m khdwndn sTyry nystym w m khwdmn r nyfrydh ym, blkh kwdkn zmyn hstym w prh y z jhn hsty.
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hope
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We who bore the mark might well be considered by the rest of the world as strange, even as insane and dangerous. We had awoken, or were awaking, and we were striving for an ever more perfect state of wakefulness, whereas the ambition and quest for happiness of the others consisted of linking their opinions, ideals, and duties, their life and happiness, ever more closely with those of the herd.
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Hermann Hesse |
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my rwm t hmh y Swl w `qyd w hmh y m`lmn r trkh khnm w khwd bh tnhyy y hdfm r bybm w y bmyrm.
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Hermann Hesse Siddhartha |
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Queria tan solo intentar vivir aquello que tendia a brotar espontaneamente de mi ?Porque habia de serme tan dificil?
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Hermann Hesse |
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c92aeac
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But I am so voluntarily, and therefore I am not destitute.
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fe3e160
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El sufrir (por muy curioso que ello te parezca) es el objeto por el cual existimos, pues es lo unico que nos permite saber que vivimos, y el recuerdo de nuestros sufrimientos pasados nos es indispensable, como garantia y demostracion de nuestra permanente identidad
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Hermann Hesse |
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84e11fe
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Then it seems that I, who wanted to watch over you, fell asleep myself.
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Hermann Hesse |
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Troubled, yet also with laughter, he recalled that time. He remembered that at that time he had boasted of three things to Kamala, three noble and invincible arts: fasting, waiting and thinking.
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Nao brinco, nao. Digo apenas o que percebi. Os conhecimentos podem ser transmitidos, mas nunca a sabedoria. Podemos acha-la; podemos vive-la; podemos consentir em que ela nos norteie; podemos fazer milagres atraves dela. Mas nao nos e dado pronuncia-la e ensina-la. (...) Uma percepcao me veio, o Govinda, que talvez te afigure novamente como uma brincadeira ou uma bobagem. Reza ela: "O oposto de cada verdade e igualmente verdade". Isso signi..
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Hermann Hesse |
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All I really wanted was to try to live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so difficult?
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Hermann Hesse |
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the opposite of every truth is just as true! That is to say, any truth can only be expressed and put into words when it is one-sided. Everything that can be thought with the mind and said with words is one-sided, it's all just the half of it, lacking completeness, roundness, or unity.
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words
truth
siddhartha
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For a long time, he pondered his transformation, listened to the bird, as it sang for joy. Had not this bird died in him, had he not felt its death? No, something else from within him had died, something which already for a long time had yearned to die. Was it not this what he used to intend to kill in his ardent years as a penitent? Was this not his self, his small, frightened, and proud self, he had wrestled with for so many years, which ..
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Hermann Hesse |
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The air and earth had lived in response to his dreams and desires. ... [E]ven today ... this world belonged to him as much as to any owners of these houses and gardens.
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Hermann Hesse |
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b86af64
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First you must climb the Mountain of Knowledge, then you must perform some deeds, and finally you must find love and become happy.
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Hermann Hesse |
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This does not mean that he was unhappy in any extraordinary degree (although it may have seemed so to himself all the same, inasmuch as every man takes the suffering that falls to his share as the greatest). That cannot be said of any man. Even he who has no wolf in him, may be none the happier for that. And even the unhappiest life has it's sunny moments and it's little flowers of happiness between sand and stone.
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Hermann Hesse |
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His face was still smarter and more spiritual than others, but it rarely laughed, and assumed, one after another, those features which are so often found in the faces of rich people, those features of discontent, of sickliness, of ill-humour, of sloth, of a lack of love. Slowly the disease of the soul, which rich people have, grabbed hold of him
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Hermann Hesse |
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Now, he thought, since all these most easily perishing things have slipped from me again, now I'm standing here under the sun again just as I have been standing here a little child, nothing is mine, I have no abilities, there is nothing I could bring about, I have learned nothing. How wondrous is this! Now, that I'm no longer young, that my hair is already half gray, that my strength is fading, now I'm starting again at the beginning and as..
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life
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The golden trail was blazed and I was reminded of the eternal, of Mozart, of the stars. For an hour I could breathe again and live and face existence, without having to suffer torment, fear or shame.
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Hermann Hesse |
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Ah, sim! Todo o sofrimento pertencia ao tempo, da mesma forma que todos os receios e tormentos com que as pessoas se afligiam a si proprias. Todas e quaisquer dificuldades, tudo quanto houvesse de hostil no mundo, sumir-se-ia, cairia derrotado, logo que o homem triunfasse sobre o tempo, logrando arreda-lo pelo pensamento.
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Hermann Hesse |
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And when Siddhartha was listening attentively to this river, this song of a thousand voices, when he neither listened to the suffering nor the laughter, when he did not tie his soul to any particular voice and submerged his self into it, but when he heard them all, perceived the whole, the oneness, then the great song of the thousand voices consisted of a single word, which was Om: the perfection.
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But he, Siddhartha, was not a source of joy for himself, he found no delight in himself. Walking the rosy paths of the fig tree garden, sitting in the bluish shade of the grove of contemplation, washing his limbs daily in the bath of repentance, sacrificing in the dim shade of the mango forest, his gestures of perfect decency, everyone's love and joy, he still lacked all joy in his heart. Dreams and restless thoughts came into his mind, flo..
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the world melted away all around him, when he stood alone like a star in the sky
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Hermann Hesse |
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And if time is not real, then the dividing line that seems to lie between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.
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Hermann Hesse |
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Yes, so it was, everything came back, which had not been suffered and solved up to its end, the same pain was suffered over and over again.
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Hermann Hesse |
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The kind of person we want to develop, the kind of person we aim to become, would at any time be able to exchange his discipline or art for any other.
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Hermann Hesse |
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If a transaction in progress appeared threatened with failure, if a shipment of goods seemed to have gone astray, or if a debtor appeared unable to repay his debt, Kamaswami was never able to persuade Siddhartha that it was useful to speak words of worry or of anger, to have a wrinkled brow, or to sleep poorly.
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worry
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But living alone forever and ever, among the quietly sleeping tree trunks, with animals that ran away, with whom one could not speak--that would be unbearably sad.
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And all this, I said, just as today was the case with the beginnings of wireless, would be of no more service to man than as an escape from himself and his true aims, and a means of surrounding himself with an ever closer mesh of distractions and useless activities.
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Hermann Hesse |
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One can pass on knowledge but not wisdom. One can find wisdom, one can live it, one can be supported by it, one can work wonders with it, but one cannot speak it or teach it.
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wisdom
teaching
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You broke through the humor of my little theater and tried to make a mess of it, stabbing with knives and spattering our pretty picture-world with the mud of reality.
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Hermann Hesse |
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I see that you think more than you can express. But, if that's the case, you must also know that you have never fully lived out your thoughts, and that isn't good. Only the thoughts that we live out have any value. You knew that your 'permissible world' was only half the world, and you tried to hide away the second half from yourself, the way clergymen and teachers do. You won't succeed! No one can do that when he has once begun to think.
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Hermann Hesse |
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n 'hl l`lm hw'l lysw mdhnbyn blm`n~ lkml llklm@.. fklm Hwlt 'n 'D` nfsy fy jldhm w 'fkr b`qlhm ..tbynt 'nhm kl'Tfl blDbT, lysw shj`n, lysw Tybyn, lysw krm, fhm 'nnywn shrhwn mt`jrfwn GDbwn, hdh SHyH, lknhm fy lwq` 'bry, km l'Tfl 'bry..
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Hermann Hesse |
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ablutions
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to whom else should one pay honor, but to Him, Atman, the Only One? And where was Atman to be found, where did He dwell, where did His eternal heart beat, if not within the Self, in the innermost, in the eternal which each person carried within him.
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Hermann Hesse |
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byd 'n m 's`~ lyh lys tGyyra dhty , fwHdh lm`jz@ tmlk dhlk .. wkl mn ynshd m`jz@ , kl mn yt`lWq bh wyHwl blwGh fsyshhd tlshyh 'mm nZryh .. !
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Hermann Hesse |
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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 to me and does not suspect my loneliness.
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love
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Hermann Hesse |
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Suddenly street and city became transformed, had the unfamiliar face that familiar things take on when our heart has taken leave of them. He looked back at the door of the house: it had become the door to a strange house that was now closed to him.
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Hermann Hesse |
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In the mango grove, shade poured into his black eyes, when playing as a boy, when his mother sang, when the sacred offerings were made, when his father, the scholar, taught him, when the wise men talked. For a long time, Siddhartha had been partaking in the discussions of the wise men, practising debate with Govinda, practising with Govinda the art of reflection, the service of meditation. He already knew how to speak the Om silently, the w..
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Hermann Hesse |
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my path had led me at that time into a new life, which had now grown old and is dead
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Hermann Hesse |
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Odnovremenno ia dumal: tak zhe, kak ia seichas odevaius' i vykhozhu, idu k professoru i obmenivaius' s nim bolee ili menee lzhivymi uchtivostiami, po sushchestvu vsego etogo ne zhelaia, tochno tak postupaet, zhivet i deistvuet bol'shinstvo liudei izo dnia v den', chas za chasom, oni vynuzhdenno, po sushchestvu etogo ne zhelaia, nanosiat vizity, vedut besedy, otsizhivaiut sluzhebnye chasy, vsegda ponevole, mashinal'no, nekhotia, vse eto s ta..
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