Siddhartha

"It is good," he thought, "to get a taste of everything for oneself, which one needs to know.

this water ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and was nevertheless always there, was always at all times the same and yet new in every moment!

like only a few, he knew how to listen.

These people are rare who know how to listen.

learned from it to listen, to pay close attention with a quiet heart, with a waiting, opened soul, without passion, without a wish, without judgement, without an opinion.

his son had not brought him happiness and peace, but suffering and worry.

his son had not brought him happiness and peace, but suffering and worry. But he loved him, and he preferred the suffering and worries of love over happiness and joy without the boy.

Don't you make him feel inferior every day, and don't you make it even harder on him with your kindness and patience?

Water stronger than rocks, love stronger than force.

Would you actually believe that you had committed your foolish acts in order to spare your son from committing them too?

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 the flow of events, with the current of life, full of sympathy for the pain of others, full of sympathy for the pleasure of others,

Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?"

the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything,

wisdom cannot be passed on. Wisdom which a wise man tries to pass on to someone always sounds like foolishness."

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.