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3398bb1
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...Haller's sickness of the soul, as I now know, is not the eccentricity of a single individual, but the sickness of the times themselves, the neurosis of that generation to which Haller belongs, a sickness, it seems, that by no means attacks the weak and worthless only but, rather, precisely those who are strongest in spirit and richest in gifts.
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steppenwolf
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Hermann Hesse |
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5095cac
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"The Wolf trots to and fro, The world lies deep in snow, The raven from the birch tree flies, But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe, The roe -she is so dear, so sweet - If such a thing I might surprise In my embrace, my teeth would meet, What else is there beneath the skies? The lovely creature I would so treasure, And feast myself deep on her tender thigh, I would drink of her red blood full measure, Then howl till the night went by. Even a hare I would not despise; Sweet enough its warm flesh in the night. Is everything to be denied That could make life a little bright? The hair on my brush is getting grey. The sight is failing from my eyes. Years ago my dear mate died. And now I trot and dream of a roe. I trot and dream of a hare. I hear the wind of midnight howl.
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steppenwolf
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Hermann Hesse |
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04298fc
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Your life will not be flat and dull even though you know that your war will never be victorious. It is far flatter, Harry, to fight for something good and ideal and to know all the time that you are bound to attain it. Are ideals attainable? Do we live to abolish death? No--we live to fear it and then again to love it, and just for death's sake it is that our spark of life glows for an hour now and then so brightly.
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steppenwolf
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Hermann Hesse |
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afb6385
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The morning was a wretched time of day for him. He feared it and it never brought him any good. On no morning of his life had he ever been in good spirits nor done any good before midday, nor ever had a happy idea, nor devised any pleasure for himself or others. By degrees during the afternoon he warmed and became alive, and only towards evening, on his good days, was he productive active and sometimes, aglow with joy.
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happy
independence
morning-person
night-owl
steppenwolf
morning
evening
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Hermann Hesse |
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9ff18de
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Yasam konusunda bir fikrin vardi; icinde bir inanc, bir beklenti yasiyordu; eylemlere, acilara ve ozverilere hazirdin. Ama yavas yavas anladin ki, dunya hic de senden eylemlerde ve ozverilerde bulunmani istemiyor; yasam, kahraman rollerine ve benzeri seylere yer veren bir kahramanlik destani degil, insanlarin yiyip icmeler, kahve yudumlamalar, orgu ormeler, iskambil oynamalar ve radyo dinlemelerle yetinip hallerine sukrettikleri rahat bir orta sinif evidir.
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hermann-hesse
steppenwolf
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Hermann Hesse |
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f78b7e8
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Njen miris, citavo njeno bice bili su u znaku leta i ruza.
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steppenwolf
novel
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Hermann Hesse |
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d36e26e
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Oh, tesko je naici na trag Bozji usred zivota kakav mi vodimo, usred ovog tako zadovoljnog, tako izrazito gradanskog vremena, bez ikakvog duha, s pogledom na ovakvu arhitekturu, ovakve poslove i ovakve ljude.
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steppenwolf
novel
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Hermann Hesse |
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4db79f0
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Najvise volim sasvim cista, laka, skromna seljacka vina, bez narocitog imena, kojih moze mnogo da se popije i ciji okus tako prijatno i svesrdno podsjeca na selo, na zemlju, na nebo i lugove.
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steppenwolf
novel
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Hermann Hesse |
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a6f9e51
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Nezavisnost je hladna, oh da, ali je i spokojna, cudesno spokojna i prostrana kao onaj hladni i tihi prostor u kome se okrecu zvijezde.
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steppenwolf
novel
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Hermann Hesse |
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e0a96a9
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Io lupo della steppa trotto solo solo, nel mondo ormai di neve bianco... [...] e con amor, con affezion sincera, delle tenere carni farei strazio, finche di sangue veramente sazio a urlare andrei dentro la notte nera.
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running-wild
steppenwolf
wolves
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Hermann Hesse |
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113c323
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Todas las especies humanas tienen sus caracteres, sus sellos clasicos, cada una tiene sus vicios y sus virtudes, cada una de ellas tiene su pecado mortal
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life-quotes
steppenwolf
life-philosophy
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Hermann Hesse |