Siddhartha
Hermann Hesse, Hilda Rosner, Pico Iyer
Dissatisfied with the traditional Vedic way of life,Siddhartha, the handsome son of a Brahmin, leaves his family and his friend,Govinda, in search of a higher state of being. Having experienced the myriadforms of existence, from the wealthy and luxurious, to the pleasures of sensualand paternal love, Siddhartha finally settles down beside a river where a humbleferryman teaches him his most valuable lesson yet.Hermann Hesse's short, elegant novel, echoing the lifeof the Buddha, has been cherished by readers for decades as an unforgettablespiritual primer.'A subtle distillation of wisdom, stylistic grace andsymmetry of form.' — Sunday Times'A writer of genius' — The Times'It's simple prose and rebellious character echoed theyearnings of a generation that was seeking a way out of conformity, materialismand outward power.' — Paulo Coelho
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““Govinda spoke: “Nirvana, Friend, is not only a word. It is a thought.”””
Siddhartha • Hermann Hesse
““And time after time, his smile became more similar to the ferryman’s, became almost just as bright, almost just as thoroughly glowing with bliss, just as shining out of thousand small wrinkles, just as alike to a child’s, just as alike to an old man’s. Many travelers, seeing the two ferrymen, thought they were brothers. Often, they sat in the evening together by the bank on the log, said nothing and both listened to the water, which was no water to them, but the voice of life, the voice of what exists, of what is eternally taking shape. And it happened from time to time that both, when listening to the river, thought of the same things, of a conversation from the day before yesterday, of one of their travelers, the face and fate of whom had occupied their thoughts, of death, of their childhood, and that they both in the same moment, when the river had been saying something good to them, looked at each other, both thinking precisely the same thing, both delighted about the same answer to the same question.””
Siddhartha • Hermann Hesse