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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d10287a | Ah, it is hard to find this track of divine in the midst of this life we lead, in this besotted humdrum age of spiritual blindness, with its architecture, its politics, its men! | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 04cb5b5 | inasmuch as every man takes the sufferings that fall to his share as the greatest. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| ef38e25 | lm`rf@ ymkn 'n tkwn qbl@ lltwSyl , 'm lHkm@ fl . wqd ystTy` lmr 'n y`thr `l~ lHkm@ , w'n ytqw~ bh , w'n ySn` l'`jyb mn khllh , wlknh ln ystTy` twSylh wt`lymh llakhryn . wqd khyltny shbh@ mn hdh `ndm knt shb . wkn hdh hw m df`ny b`yd `n lm`lmyn . n `ndy fkr@ wHd@ qd tZnh mzH@ 'w jnwnan , why 'nh fy kl Hqyq@ m wtGlyfh fy klmt l dh knt mtHyz@ ljnb wHd , wkl m ymkn ltfkyr fyh wlt`byr `nh fy klmt dht jnb wHd , 'y nSf lHqyq@ fHsb , nh yftqr Hyny'.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 293a548 | The devil has spit in the soup. Nothing comes out even. Nothing sounds right. Nothing rejoices and warms. Everything is desolate, sad, foul. All strings out of tune. All colors faded. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 679c77d | Diese Grausamkeiten sind in Wirklichkeit keine. Ein Mensch des Mittelalters wurde den ganzen Stil unseres heutigen Lebens noch ganz anders als grausam, entsetzlich und barbarisch verabscheuen! Jede Zeit, jede Kultur, jede Sitte und Tradition hat ihren Stil hat ihre ihr zukommenden Zartheiten und Harten, Schonheiten und Grausamkeiten, halt gewisse Leiden fur selbstverstandlich, nimmt gewisse Ubel geduldig hin. Zum wirklichen Leiden, zur Holl.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 777d8ed | It was all the same to him where he would end up; what mattered most was the fact he had finally escaped ... and shown ... that his will was stronger than mere commands and edicts. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 89e4ec9 | At last- I had already given up hope- he broke throught the magic wall; at last helped me; at last he said a few words. Those were the only words I heard him speak today. 'You are tiring yourself Joseph,' he said softly, his voice full of that touching friendlness and solicitude you know so well. That was all. 'You are tiring yourself Joseph. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 2fdbfea | Retki su ljudi koji umeju da slusaju drugoga, nikad nikoga nisam sreo ko bi to umeo kao ti. I tome cu se uciti od tebe. | slušanje znanje | Hermann Hesse | |
| 4fc4968 | Der Machtmensch geht an der Macht zugrunde, der Geldmensch am Geld, der Unterwurfige am Dienen, der Lustsucher an der Lust. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 0f89ea2 | Obeying is like eating and drinking. There's nothing like it if you've been without it for too long. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 9f96b8b | lqd 'tt hdhh l'shy klh w 'khdhtny | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 75bc6d4 | Mancher wird niemals Mensch, bleibt Frosch, bleibt Eidechse, bleibt Ameise. Mancher ist oben Mensch und unten Fisch. Aber jeder ist ein Wurf der Natur nach dem Menschen hin. Und allen sind die Herkunfte gemeinsam, die Mutter, wir alle kommen aus demselben Schlunde; aber jeder strebt, ein Versuch und Wurf aus den Tiefen, seinem eigenen Ziel zu. Wir konnen einander verstehen; aber deuten kann jeder nur sich selbst. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 5737be1 | I closed my eyes obediently; I felt a light kiss on my lips, on which there was always a little accumulation of blood that wouldn't decrease. And then I fell asleep | kiss lips | Hermann Hesse | |
| dac2de9 | w km lw knt fy Hlm fqd stslmt lSwth w t'thyrh. bd km lw 'n Swth ySdr `n '`mqy. w kn b`rf kl shy. fhl kn y`rf kl shy bshkl 'fDl w 'kthr wDwHan mm '`rf 'n?? | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 7e0cdb2 | I don't know much about him. He is a carver in our bishop's city, a days journey from here; he has a great reputation as an artist. Artists usually are no saints, he's probably no saint either, but he certainly is a gifted, high-minded man. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 2de22d4 | Wenn mir Musik die Seele bewegte, dann verstand ich ohne Worte doch alles, fuhlte in der Tiefe alles Lebens reine Harmonie und glaubte zu wissen, dass ein Sinn und schones Gesetz in allem Geschehen verborgen sei. Wenn es auch eine Tauschung war, ich lebte doch darin und war darin begluckt. | hermann-hesse | Hermann Hesse | |
| 3cdb86a | I wanted ... people to listen to the pulse of nature, to partake of the wholeness of life and not forget, under the pressure of their petty destinies, that we are not gods and have not created ourselves but are the children of the earth, part of the cosmos. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 19f81fb | And many years later, as an adult student of history, Knecht was to perceive more distinctly that history cannot come into being without the substance and the dynamism of this sinful world of egoism and instinctuality, and that even such sublime creations as the Order were born in this cloudy torrent and sooner or later will be swallowed up by it again...Nor was this ever merely an intellectual problem for him. Rather, it engaged his innerm.. | spirituality psychology | Hermann Hesse | |
| 6648b70 | At Night on the High Seas At night, when the sea cradles me And the pale star gleam Lies down on its broad waves, Then I free myself wholly From all activity and all the love And stand silent and breathe purely, Alone, alone cradled by the sea That lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights. Then I have to think of my friends And my gaze sinks into their eyes, And I ask each one, silent and alone: "Are you still mine? Is my sorrow .. | grief poetry love hermann-hesse | Hermann Hesse | |
| 0882e66 | It's so good to know that inside us there's a self that knows everything! | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 89f67a0 | That is just what life is when it is beautiful and happy - a game! Naturally, one can also do all kinds of other things with it, make a duty of it, or a battleground, or a prison, but that does not make it any prettier... | nature beauty life prison pretty game | Hermann Hesse | |
| 94a3abf | When Siddhartha left the grove, where the Buddha, the perfected one, stayed behind, where Govinda stayed behind, then he felt that in this grove his past life also stayed behind and parted from him. He pondered about this sensation, which filled him completely, as he was slowly walking along. He pondered deeply, like diving into a deep water he let himself sink down to the ground of the sensation, down to the place where the causes lie, bec.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 7569fcd | We can understand one another, but each of us can only interpret himself. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| ef92f9e | He lived in this dream world more than in the real one. The real world: classroom, courtyard, library, dormitory, and chapel were only the surface, a quivering film over the dream-filled super-real world of images. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| cff4bcf | There I often walked along the shore, listened to the sea, and thought as I had done in my youth, with amazement and horror, about the sad and senseless confusion of life, that one could love in vain, that people who meant well toward each other should work out their destinies separately, each one going his own inexplicable way, and how each would like to help and draw close to the other and yet was unable to do so, as in troubled meaningle.. | friendship love | Hermann Hesse | |
| 61977b5 | And so every one of us has to find out for himself what is allowed and what is forbidden--forbidden for him. It is entirely possible to never do anything forbidden at all and still be an absolute scroundel. And vice versa. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| b6eb3d8 | In his heart he heard the voice talking, which was newly awaking, and it told him: Love this water! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oh yes, he wanted to learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. He who would understand this water and its secrets, so it seemed to him, would also understand many other things, many secrets, all secrets. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| ca46c83 | she seemed to know more of life than is known to the wisest of the wise. It might be the highest wisdom or the merest artlessness. It is certain in any case that life is quite disarmed by the gift to live so entirely in the present, to treasure with such eager care every flower by the wayside and the light that plays on every passing moment. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| e25b7cd | For awakened human beings, there was no obligation--none, none, none at all--except this: to search for yourself, become sure of yourself, feel your way forward along your own path, wherever it led. | self-discovery | Hermann Hesse | |
| 146cdbd | content with small pleasures and yet never really satisfied! | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 0793bf1 | I paint because I have no tail to wag. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| d9d04fa | Seeking means; to have a goal; but finding means; to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| f814d55 | There was only greed for living and dread, and out of dread, out of stupid childish dread of the cold, of loneliness, of death, two people fled to one another, kissed, embraced, rubbed cheek to cheek, put leg to leg, cast new human beings into the world. That was how it was. | love klein-and-wagner procreation | Hermann Hesse | |
| e5fd3dc | wfy kl bdy@ sHr*** yHmyn wys`dn `l~ lHy@.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| fe4627b | You were willing. Look, Kamala, when you throw a rock into the water, it will speed on the fastest course to the bottom of the water. This is how it is when Siddhartha has a goal, a resolution. Siddhartha does nothing, he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he passes through the things of the world like a rock through water, without doing anything, without stirring; he is drawn, he lets himself fall. His goal attracts him, because he doesn't le.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 66e2f8b | I lived in those dreams--I was always a heavy dreamer--more than in real life; those shadows consumed my strength and life. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 97fecc1 | Narcissus looked at him gravely: "I take you seriously when you are Goldmund. But you're not always Goldmund. I wish nothing more than to see you become Goldmund through and through. You are not a scholar, you are not a monk - scholars and monks can have a coarser grain. You think you're not learned or logical or pious enough for me. On the contrary, you are not enough yourself." | Hermann Hesse | ||
| a0102d7 | I wanted only to try to live in obedience to the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult? | Hermann Hesse | ||
| e39927b | When you listen to radio you are a witness of the everlasting war between idea and appearance, between time and eternity, between the human and the divine. Exactly, my dear sir, as the radio for ten minutes together projects the most lovely music ithout regard into the most impossible places, into respectable drawing rooms and attics and into the midst of chattering, guzzling, yawning and sleeping listeners, and exactly as it strips this mu.. | reality radio | Hermann Hesse | |
| 3a3213b | no matter how close two human beings may be, there is always a gulf between them which only love can bridge, and that only from hour to hour. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 78ce83c | All brightness was gone, leaving nothing. We stepped out of the tent onto nothing. Sledge and tent were there, Estraven stood beside me, but neither he nor I cast any shadow. There was dull light all around, everywhere. When we walked on the crisp snow no shadow showed the footprint. We left no track. Sledge, tent, himself, myself: nothing else at all. No sun, no sky, no horizon, no world. | setting | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| c058ada | They tended to be stolid, slovenly, heavy, and to my eyes effeminate - not in the sense of delicacy, etc., but in just the opposite sense: a gross, bland fleshiness, a bovinity without point or edge. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 98d79d1 | I am yours by parentage and custom and by duty undertaken towards you. I am your wizard. But it is time you recalled that, tough I am a servant, I am not your servant. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 6cdcdc4 | He was one whose power was akin to, and as strong as, the Old Powers of the earth; one who talked with dragons, and held off earthquakes with his word. And there he lay asleep on the dirt, with a little thistle growing by his hand. It was very strange. Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed. The glory of the sky touched his dusty hair, and turned the thistle gold for a little while. | Ursula K. Le Guin |