God does not send us despair in order to kill us; he sends it in order to awaken us to new life.
HERMANN HESSEThe bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God’s name is Abraxas.
More Hermann Hesse Quotes
-
-
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.
HERMANN HESSE -
Age is a state of mind. Youth and age exist only among the ordinary people. All the more talented and exceptional of us; are sometimes old, just as we are sometimes happy, and sometimes sad.
HERMANN HESSE -
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.
HERMANN HESSE -
Solitude is independence.
HERMANN HESSE -
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
HERMANN HESSE -
In every truth, the opposite is equally true. For example, a truth can only be expressed and enveloped in words if it is onesided.
HERMANN HESSE -
Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.
HERMANN HESSE -
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
HERMANN HESSE -
Loneliness is the way by which destiny endeavors to lead man to himself.
HERMANN HESSE -
Theory is knowledge that doesn’t work. Practice is when everything works and you don’t know why.
HERMANN HESSE -
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
HERMANN HESSE -
Art is the contemplation of the world in a state of grace.
HERMANN HESSE -
Gentleness is stronger than severity, water is stronger than rock, love is stronger than force.
HERMANN HESSE -
The truth is lived, not taught.
HERMANN HESSE -
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.
HERMANN HESSE