"But he, Siddharta, where did he belong? Whose life would he share? Whose language would he speak?
At
that moment, when the world around him melted away, when he stood alone
like a star in the heavens, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of icy
despair, but he was more firmly himself than ever. That was the last
shudder of his awakening, the last pains of birth. Immediately he moved
on again and began to walk quickly and impatiently, no longer homewards,
no longer to his father, no longer looking backwards."
"Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast."
"But
he has the secret of those people to whom success comes by itself,
whether it is due to being born under a lucky star ot whether it is
magic, or whether it has has learned it from the Samanas. He always
seems to be playing at business, it never makes much impression on him,
it never masters him, he never fears failure, he is never worried about a
loss."
"So that was what he had come to; he was so lost, so
confused, so devoid of all reason, that he had sought death. This wish,
this childish wish had grown so strong within him: to find peace by
destroying his body."
Siddhartha - Hermann Hesse
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