morning,
noon
And in the night 's last hour , before the day began , he returned , stepped into the room , saw the young man standing there , who seemed tall and like a stranger to him . `` Siddhartha , '' he spoke , `` what are you waiting for ? '' `` You know what . '' `` Will you always stand that way and wait , until it 'll becomes morning , noon , and evening ? '' `` I will stand and wait . `` You will become tired , Siddhartha . '' `` I will become tired . ''