Possiamo comprenderci l’un l’altro, ma ognuno può interpretare soltanto se stesso.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

He was pleased with everything that he did and learned and the days and months passed quickly. But he learned more from the river than Vasudeva could teach him. He learned from it continually. Above all, he learned from it how to listen, to listen with a still heart, with a waiting, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgment, without opinions.

Never again!" commanded his will. "Again! Tomorrow!" begged his heart.

It was fortunate that love did not need words; or else it would be full of misunderstanding and foolishness.