Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.
HERMANN HESSEEvery experience has its element of magic.
More Hermann Hesse Quotes
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The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.
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A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!… Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
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A man who is ill-adjusted to the world is always on the verge of finding himself. One who is adjusted to the world never finds himself, but gets to be a cabinet minister.
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Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.
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Life is waiting everywhere, the future is flowering everywhere, but we only see a small part of it and step on much of it with our feet
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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.
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My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.
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There is no reality except the one contained within us.
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The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure.
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Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.
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The river is everywhere.
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Theory is knowledge that doesn’t work. Practice is when everything works and you don’t know why.
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Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.
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What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.
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A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.
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