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| 07dc982 | When someone is searching," said Siddhartha, "then it might easily happen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind, because he always thinks of nothing but the object of his search, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by the goal. Searching means having a goal, but finding means being free, being open, having no goal. You, oh venerable o.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| e42bcd4 | I had made my mind up to stay at the top of the class and [...] graduate at the head of it. [...] that was my kind of ideal. I just didn't know any better. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| b791343 | We recognized only one thing as our duty and destiny: every one of us had to become himself, had to be true to and live for the sake of the seed of nature at work in himself, so completely that the uncertain future would find us ready for anything and everything it might bring. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| fdfb3fa | Don't you want to be anything. An architect or a gardener, or perhaps a painter?' 'No, I don't ... I'd like to do entirely different things. I'd like to understand what robins say to each other. ... I'd like to see how trees manage to drink water with their roots and get to be so big. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| aa212c5 | In reality, however, every ego, so far from being a unity is in the highest degree a manifold world, a constellated heaven, a chaos of forms, of states and stages, of inheritances and potentialities. It appears to be a necessity as imperative as eating and breathing for everyone to be forced to regard this chaos as a unity and to speak of his ego as though it were a one-fold and clearly detached and fixed phenomenon. Even the best of us sha.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| eac0638 | You must throw away everything you have and wash yourself clean of the past; otherwise you will never be able to face the world [happy and free]. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 830b27a | And who over the ruins of his life pursued its fleeting, fluttering significance, while he suffered its seeming meaninglessness and lived its seeming madness, and who hoped in secret at the last turn of the labyrinth of Chaos for revelation and God's presence... | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 3b29ed3 | Every life has its radiance and beauty. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 9556949 | His small fragile ship had barely escaped a disaster; now it enters a region of new storms and uncharted depths through which even the best led ... cannot find a guide. He must find his own way and be his own saviour. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| dde868c | What you could learn from me, you child, you have learned." "Oh no," cried Goldmund, "we didn't become friends to end it now! What sort of friendship would that be, that reached its goal after a short distance and then simply stopped? Are you tired of me? Have you no more affection for me?" | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 646840e | Then the Yogi suddenly fell silent, and when I looked puzzled he shrugged and said: 'Don't you see yourself where the fault lies?' But I could not see it. At this point he recapitulated with astonishing exactness everything he had learned from me by his questioning. He went back to the first signs of fatigue, repugnance, and intellectual constipation, and showed me that this could have happened only to someone who had submerged himself disp.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 06abde8 | When someone is seeking," said Siddartha, "It happens quite easily that he only sees the thing that he is seeking; that he is unable to find anything, unable to absorb anything, because he is only thinking of the thing he is seeking, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal. You, O worthy one, are perhaps indeed a seeker, for i.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| db3eb37 | to identify the causes, so it seemed to him, is the very essence of thinking, and by this alone sensations turn into realizations and are not lost, but become entities and start to emit like rays of light what is inside of them. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| e951272 | I needed lust, the desire for possessions, vanity, and needed the most shameful despair, in order to learn how to give up all resistance, in order to learn how to love the world, in order to stop comparing it to some world I wished, I imagined, some kind of perfection I had made up, but to leave it as it is and to love it and to enjoy being a part of it. These, Govinda, are some of the thoughts which have come into my mind. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 823a4ee | Menakowt`yowne ankakhowt`yown e, es ink`s em ayn ts`ankats`el ow nvachel indz hamar erkar tarineri ent`ats`k`owm: Menakowt`yowne sarhn e, ayo, bayts` ew anaghmowk, zarmanali anaghmowk ow mets, inch`pes sarhe, anaghmowk taratsowt`yowne, ori mej sharzhvowm en astghere: | Hermann Hesse | ||
| d138ef2 | because to identify the causes, so it seemed to him, is the very essence of thinking, and by this alone sensations turn into realizations and are not lost, but become entities and start to emit like rays of light what is inside of them. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 90964c6 | Many verses of the holy books, above all the Upanishads of Sama-Veda spoke of this innermost thing. It is written: "Your soul is the whole world." It says that when a man is asleep, he penetrates his innermost and dwells in Atman. There was wonderful wisdom in these verses; all the knowledge of the sages was told here in enchanting language, pure as honey collected by the bees." | Hermann Hesse | ||
| b546719 | el rostro de Siddharta brillaba con la misma clase de sonrisa. Su herida florecia, su sufrimiento se iluminaba, su yo habia entrado en la unidad. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| bd40e62 | I realised that all this talk was of no value and at its best only led to clever phrases. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 8d10836 | The Steppenwolf, however, first threw up his sharp, closely cropped head and sniffed around nervously before he either made any answer or announced his name. "Oh, it smells good here," he said, and at that he smiled and my aunt smiled too." | Hermann Hesse | ||
| fe40ea5 | Quoth Siddhartha: "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?" "How come?" asked Govinda. "When someone is searching," said Siddhartha, "then it might easily happen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind, because he always.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| dc07d15 | He saw mankind going through life in a childlike or animallike manner, which he loved and also despised at the same time. He saw them toiling, saw them suffering, and becoming gray for the sake of things which seemed to him to entirely unworthy of this price, for money, for little pleasures, for being slightly honoured, he saw them scolding and insulting each other, he saw them complaining about pain at which a Samana would only smile, and .. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| ee0b5a3 | In the art of love," she said thoughtfully, "you are the best I've ever seen. You are stronger than others, more agile, more willing. Well have you learned my art, Siddhartha. Some day, when I am older, I wish to bear your child. And yet all this time, beloved, you have remained a Samana. Even now you do not love me; you love no one. Is it not so?" "It may be so," Siddhartha said wearily. "I am like you. You, too, do not love--how else coul.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 2f09b4b | To be a bear and love a she-bear, that would not be such a bad life, and would, at least, be a far better one than to keep his reason and his thoughts, with all the rest that made him human, and yet live on alone, unloved, in sadness. | love sadness unloved | Hermann Hesse | |
| ad19dd6 | One knew nothing. One lived and walked about on the earth or rode through the forests, and so many things looked at one with such challenge and promise, rousing such longing: an evening star, a bluebell, a lake green with reeds, the eye of a human being or of a cow, and at times it seemed as if the very next moment something never seen but long yearned for must happen, as if a veil must drop from everything. But then it passed, and nothing .. | meaning | Hermann Hesse | |
| f0d648c | Beautiful was the world, colourful was the world, strange and mysterious was the world! Here was blue, here was yellow, here was green, the sky and the river flowed, the forest and the mountains were rigid, all of it was beautiful, all of it was mysterious and magical, and in its midst was he, Siddhartha, the awakening one, on the path to himself. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| a7b604b | Tan pronto estaba yo en el cielo como en el infierno, la mayoria de las veces en los dos sitios a un tiempo. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| afb6385 | 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. | evening happy independence morning morning-person night-owl steppenwolf | Hermann Hesse | |
| f8fc94b | He could have exchanged his name and address with any of his neighbours, and nothing would have been different. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| a34744f | If I were to reduce all my feelings and their painful conflicts to a single name, I can think of no other word but: dread. It was dread, dread and uncertainty, that I felt in all those hours of shattered childhood felicity: dread of punishment, dread of my own conscience, dread of stirrings in my soul which I considered forbidden and criminal. | dread | Hermann Hesse | |
| d25fe87 | Habia amado y, a traves del amor, se habia encontrado a si mismo. La mayoria ama para perderse. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| b0f17cc | Can't you see that you had to be a reckless drifter to bring ... people a bit of child's folly and child's laughter wherever you went? To make all sorts of people love you a little and tease you a little and be a little grateful to you? | Hermann Hesse | ||
| eaf023a | There are a good many people of the same kind as Harry. Many artists are of his kind. These persons all have two souls, two beings within them. Thee is God and the devil in them; the mother's blood and the father's; the capacity for happiness and the capacity for suffering; and in just such a state of enmity and entanglement towards and within each other as were the wolf and man in Harry. And these men, for whom life has no repose, live at .. | artists happiness | Hermann Hesse | |
| d049074 | I don't want to make a gift of myself, I want to be won. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 9d9bdad | Everything that is thought and expressed in words is one-sided, only half the truth; it all lacks totality, completeness, unity. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| ee44752 | An occasionally, I became very sad over that happiness, because I was well aware it couldn't last. | sadness | Hermann Hesse | |
| 04e4101 | how easy human frailties could thrive under the cover of idealism | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 557acbf | What would many happy citizens and trustworthy officials have become but unruly, stormy innovators and dreamers of useless dreams, if not for the effort of their schools? | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 11d2204 | kl , lm tkn hnk qw@ fy l`lm fy ws`h 'n tqn`ny bkhtbr lr`b lhy'l lmwjh@ 'khr~ m` dhty , lmwjh@ `d@ tnZym 'khr~ , tjsWd 'khr , Hyth ln ybq~ hnlk fy 'khr ldrb slm wl skyn@ , bl tdmyr 'bdy lldht mn 'jl tjdyd ldht. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 838c199 | Everyone lives through this difficult period. For the average person it's the point in his life when the demands of his own life clash most violently with the world around him, when his forward path must be fought for most bitterly. Many experience this death and rebirth, which are our destiny, only this once in their life, when childhood decays and slowly disintegrates, when all that has become dear to us is about to leave us and we sudden.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 028158e | That's like this: any truth can only be expressed and put into words when it is one-sided. Everything is one-sided which can be thought with thoughts and said with words, it's all one-sided, all just one half, all lacks completeness, roundness, oneness. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 19e6195 | Im Nebel Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein, Kein Baum sieht den andern, Jeder ist allein. Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt, Als noch mein Leben licht war; Nun, da der Nebel fallt, Ist keiner mehr sichtbar. Wahrlich, keiner ist weise, Der nicht das Dunkel kennt, Das unentrinnbar und leise Von allen ihn trennt. Seltsam, Im Nebel zu wandern! Leben ist Einsamsein. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 6c59e92 | Es ist viel flacher, wenn du fur etwas Gutes und Ideales kampfst und nun meinst, du mussest es auch erreichen. Sind denn Ideale zum Erreichen da? Leben wir denn, wir Menschen, um den Tod abzuschaffen? Nein, wir leben, um ihn zu furchten und dann wieder zu lieben, und gerade seinetwegen gluht das bisschen Leben manchmal eine Stunde lang so schon. | ideale ideals tod | Hermann Hesse | |
| 1b903a2 | Ach Harry, wir mussen durch so viel Dreck und Unsinn tappen, um nach Hause zu kommen! Und wir haben niemand, der uns fuhrt, unser einziger Fuhrer ist das Heimweh. | Hermann Hesse |