Hermann Hesse Famous Quotes & Sayings
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What for me is bliss and life and ecstasy and exaltation, the world in general seeks at most in imagination; in life it finds it absurd.

Siddhartha stopped fighting his fate this very hour, and he stopped suffering.

And the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

Her chatter had set her free from a long week of loneliness, of doing what she was told and saying nothing. She was all cheered up.

Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.

The teachers apparently regarded a dead student very differently from a living one.

Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest.

I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.

The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure.

Your tranquil yes to the changing over into the formless void of the unlimited.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

When we hate a man, we hate in him something which resides in us ourselves. What is not in us does not move us." Never

Happiness is love, nothing else.

If a person were to concentrate all his will power on a certain end, then he would achieve it. That's all.

We marked men were not at all worried about the shape the future would take.

The wheel of physical manifestations is turning quickly, Govinda.

I felt and saw the night outside deep within me. Wind and wetness, autumn, bitter smell of foliage, scattered leaves of the elm tree.

Here it is Saturday. You wouldn't know how good it feels after a hard week."
"Oh, I can imagine," said Knulp with a smile.

A father can pass on his nose and eyes and even his intelligence to his child, but not his soul. In every human being the soul is new

To him, art and craftmanship were usless unless they burned like the sun and had power of storms.

We create gods and struggle with them, and they bless us.

A mere nothing suffices - and the lightning strikes.

Her little treasure of experiences opened up, and it was larger than she herself would have supposed.

But it's a poor fellow who can't take his pleasure without asking other people's permission.

The feeling swept over me that I was not born for a normal life at home among my people or in cities and houses

Inasmuch as every man takes the sufferings that fall to his share as the greatest.

How exhausting all this was. In fact, if only people knew how madly tiresome it is to be a criminal ... !

This is what makes them so dear and worthy of veneration for me: they are like me. Therefore, I can love them.

But I am so voluntarily, and therefore I am not destitute.

In each individual the spirit is made flesh, in each one the whole of creation suffers, in each one a Savior is crucified.

The world, as it is now, wants to die, wants to perish - and it will.

He let himself be led into the night, into the forest, into the blind secret wordless, thoughtless country.

When two cultures collide is the only time when true suffering exists

Suffering was life, full of suffering was the world.

Was it not a comedy, a strange and stupid matter, this repetition, this running around in a fateful circle?

Were not the gods forms created like me and you, mortal, transient?

The opposite of every truth is just as true.

T is useless for you to build walls and dormitories and chapels and churches. Death looks through the window and laughs..

Only the weak are put on paths without peril.

He has robbed me, yet he has given me something of greater value ... he has given to me myself.

I hope that you two young scholars may never lack superiors who are less intelligent than you; it is the best cure for pride.

When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.

Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.

Possibly the apparent relapse they had suffered was not a fall and a cause for suffering, but a leap forward and a positive act.

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

Therefore, it seems to me that everything that exists is good - death as well as life, sin as well as holiness, wisdom as well as folly.

Yes, I am going into the woods; I am going into the unity of all things.

You're free this evening, Barbele. You just don't want to come.

Too much thinking was still not good for me.

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

Without a mother you cannot die.

I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.

Remember this: one can be a strict logician or grammarian and at the same time full of imagination and music.

A person can neither think what he wants to nor can I make him think what I want to.

Novalis and Dostoyevsky, awaited me just as do the mother, or the wife, the children, maids, dogs and cats in the case of more sensible people.

One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking
a detour, an error.