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Hermann Hesse Quotes - Page 8

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Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path... But each of us - experiments of the depths - strives toward his own destiny. We can understand one another; but

Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path... But each of us - experiments of the depths - strives toward his own destiny. We can understand one another; but each of us is able to interpret himself to himself alone.

Destiny, Men, Depth

All birth means separation from the All, the confinement within limitation, the separation from God, the pangs of being born ever anew. The return into the All, the dissolution of painful individuation, the reunion with God means the expansion of the soul until it is able once more to embrace the All.

Mean, Soul, Expansion

Hermann Hesse (1983). “Steppenwolf”, Bantam

There was once a man, Harry, called the steppenwolf. He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the steppes. He had learned a good deal of all that people of a good intelligence can, and was a fairly clever fellow. What he had not learned, however, was this: to find contentment in himself and his own life.

Clever, Learning, Reality

I, also, would like to look and smile, sit and walk like that, so free, so worthy, so restrained, so candid, so childlike and mysterious. A man only looks and walks like that when he has conquered his Self. I also will conquer my Self.

Men, Self, Siddhartha

Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.30, Om Books International

The art of love-giving and taking become one.

Love, Art, Giving

Who travels far will often see things Far removed from what was believed as Truth.

Perception

I do want more. I am not content with being happy. I was not made for it. It is not my destiny. My destiny is the opposite.

Happiness, Destiny, Opposites

Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.

Gratitude, Children, Believe

But peace, too, is a living thing and like all life it must wax and wane, accommodate, withstand trials, and undergo changes.

Growth, Mindfulness, Trials

Hermann Hesse (2002). “The Glass Bead Game: (Magister Ludi) A Novel”, p.493, Macmillan

The tree does not die, it waits.

Tree, Waiting, Doe

"Demian". Book by Hermann Hesse (p. 149), 1919.

It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite and complement.

Motivational, Respect, Honor

"Narcissus and Goldmund". Book by Hermann Hesse, 1930.

For mountain and stream, tree and leaf, root and blossom, every form in nature is echoed in us and originates in the soul whose being is eternity and is hidden from us but none the less gives itself to us for the most part in the power of love and creation.

Roots, Giving, Tree

All interpretation, all psychology, all attempts to make things comprehensible, require the medium of theories, mythologies, and lies.

Lying, Psychology, Interpretation

Hermann Hesse (2013). “Steppenwolf: A Novel”, p.56, Macmillan

Look: We hate nothing that exists, not even death, suffering and dying, does not horrify our souls, as long as we learn more deeply to love.

Hate, Long, Soul

Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. No man has ever been entirely and completely himself.

Men, Path

Ernest Hemingway, Knut Hamsun, Hermann Hesse (1971). “Ernest Hemingway, Knut Hamsun [and] Hermann Hesse”

Passion is always a mystery and unaccountable, and unfortunately there is no doubt that life does not spare its purest children; often it is just the most deserving people who cannot help loving those that destroy them.

Breakup, Children, Passion

"Gertrude". Book by Hermann Hesse, p. 217, 1910.

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

Life, Order, Secret

Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.33, Om Books International

If a man has nothing to eat, fasting is the most intelligent thing he can do.

Health, Intelligent, Men

Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.51, Om Books International

Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.

Opposites, Mind, Literature

I hope death will be a great happiness, a happiness as great as that of love, fulfilled love

Happiness, Hope Death, Fulfilled

Hermann Hesse (2013). “Narcissus and Goldmund: A Novel”, p.288, Macmillan

Love is stronger than violence.

Love, Love Is, Stronger

Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.

Love Is, May, Evening

Hermann Hesse (2009). “The Fairy Tales of Hermann Hesse”, p.65, Bantam

To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.

Life, Happiness, Smile

What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?

Too Much, Should, Should I

Hermann Hesse (2016). “Siddhartha”, p.100, Jaico Publishing House

Lovers should not separate from each other after making love without admiring each other, without being conquered as well as conquering, so that no feeling of satiation or desolation arises nor the horrid feeling of misusing or having been misused.

Love, Feelings, Admiration

Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.52, Om Books International

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