Siddhartha — Vocabulary
Hermann Hesse
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Astonished, as if he had been the object of a magic spell, the monk looked into the ferryman's eyes.26 more

But though the ways led away from the self, their end nevertheless always led back to the self.†14 more

Mock me if you like, Siddhartha!14 more

There was ... no worker that did not belong to the workers, and found refuge with them, shared their life, spoke their language.15 more

When someone reads a text, wants to discover its meaning, he will not scorn the symbols and letters and call them deceptions, coincidence, and worthless hull, but he will read them, he will study and love them, letter by letter.†10 more

willingness to listen to the divine voice in his own heart,11 more

He pondered about this sensation, which filled him completely, as he was slowly walking along.†7 more

But it took him a long while for this, and the past seemed to him as if it had been covered by a veil, infinitely distant, infinitely far away, infinitely meaningless.†7 more

No, something else from within him had died, something which already for a long time had yearned to die.†7 more

But still he had felt different from and superior to the others; always he had watched them with some mockery, some mocking disdain,4 more

But his enemies and disbelievers said, this Gotama was a vain seducer, he would spent his days in luxury, scorned the offerings, was without learning, and knew neither exercises nor self-castigation.†4 more

He instantly felt drawn into the grove, but he thought about it, and only now he became aware of how the servants and maids had looked at him at the entrance, how despicable, how distrustful, how rejecting.†6 more

He played the game due to a pain of his heart, losing and wasting his wretched money in the game brought him an angry joy, in no other way he could demonstrate his disdain for wealth, the merchants' false god, more clearly and more mockingly.†2 more

He has deprived me of my friend, the one who had believed in me and now believes in him, who had been my shadow and is now Gotama's shadow.†5 more

How old, would you think, is our oldest Samana, our venerable teacher?21 more

Then, at one time, monks came by on a pilgrimage, followers of Gotama, the Buddha, who were asking to be ferried across the river, and by them the ferrymen were told that they were most hurriedly walking back to their great teacher, for the news had spread the exalted one was deadly sick and would soon die his last human death, in order to become one with the salvation.†16 more

Was it not this what he used to intend to kill in his ardent years as a penitent?6 more

Never before, Siddhartha had venerated a person so much, never before he had loved a person as much as this one.6 more

"No," said Siddhartha, "I have not become destitute"4 more

There was nothing left for him, except to annihilate himself, except to smash the failure into which he had shaped his life, to throw it away, before the feet of mockingly laughing gods.†2 more