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Hermann Hesse Quotes - Page 4

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At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, everything was transformed and

At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, everything was transformed and enchanted, and everything made sense.

Love, Dream, Sweet

Every politician in the world is all for revolution, reason, and disarmament-but only in enemy countries, not in his own.

Country, War, Enemy

Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

Life, Believe, Endure

Hermann Hesse (2013). “Peter Camenzind: A Novel”, p.75, Macmillan

You are only afriad if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves. A whole society composed of men afraid of the unknown within them!

Harmony, Ifs, Demian

"Ernest Hemingway, Knut Hamsun [and] Hermann Hesse".

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.

Love, Encouragement, Hurt

Knowledge can communicated but not wisdom.

Inspirational

Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.106, Om Books International

Slowly blossomed, slowly ripened in Siddhartha the realisation, the knowledge, what wisdom actually was, what the goal of his long search was. It was nothing but a readiness of the soul, an ability, a secret art, to think every moment, while living his life, the thought of oneness, to be able to feel and inhale the oneness.

Art, Thinking, Oneness

Hermann Hesse (2016). “Siddhartha”, p.95, Jaico Publishing House

Everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.

Thinking, Goal, Waiting

A house without books is a poor house, even if beautiful rugs are covering its floors and precious wallpapers and pictures cover its walls

Beautiful, Wall, Book

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.

Lonely, Men, Tree

Hermann Hesse (1980). “Six Novels: With Other Stories and Essays”

We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.

Home, Dirt, Guides

Hermann Hesse (1963). “Steppenwolf: novel”, Harcourt School

We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do.

Flower, Fall, Heart

Hermann Hesse (2013). “Narcissus and Goldmund: A Novel”, p.157, Macmillan

Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the world, where you and I and day and night are all one.

Night, Soul, One Day

My goal is this: always to put myself in the place in which I am best able to serve, wherever my gifts and qualities find the best soil to grow, the widest field of action. There is no other goal.

Goal, Quality, Able

Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.

Reality, Literature, Behinds

Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.34, Om Books International

Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.

Beautiful, Clever, Mean

Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.29, Om Books International

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.

Yoga, Buddhism, Circles

Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.17, Om Books International

What I am in search of is not so much the gratification of a curiosity or a passion for worldly life, but something far less conditional. I do not wish to go out into the world with an insurance policy in my pocket guaranteeing my return in the event of a disappointment, like some cautious traveller who would be content with a brief glimpse of the world. On the contrary, I desire that there should be hazards, difficulties and dangers to face; I am hungry for reality, for tasks and deeds, and also for privation and suffering.

Disappointment, Passion, Reality

Hermann Hesse (1957). “Magister Ludi”, Frederick Ungar

The only reality is the one we have inside us. What makes most people’s lives so artificial and unworthy is that they falsely regard outside images as reality and they never allow their own inner world to speak.

Reality, People, World

Faith is stronger than so-called reality.

Stronger, Reason

"Six Novels: With Other Stories and Essays".

The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.

Fire, Liberty, Comfort

Der Steppenwolf (1927) "Tractat vom Steppenwolf" (Treatise on the Steppenwolf)

We kill when we close our eyes to poverty, affliction, or infamy. We kill when, because it is easier, we countenance, or pretend to approve of atrophied social, political, educational, and religious institutions, instead of resolutely combating them.

Religious, Educational, Eye

Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke

Long, Moments, Eternity

What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.

Spiritual, Passion, Soul

Hermann Hesse (2002). “The Glass Bead Game: (Magister Ludi) A Novel”, p.82, Macmillan

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

Children, Father, Spring

Hermann Hesse (1980). “Six Novels: With Other Stories and Essays”

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