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
HERMANN HESSEWe have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.
More Hermann Hesse Quotes
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The 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.
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There is no reality except the one contained within us.
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Loneliness is the way by which destiny endeavors to lead man to himself.
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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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If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.
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All higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.
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A house without books is a poor house, even if beautiful rugs are covering its floors and precious wallpapers and pictures cover its walls
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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.
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I live in my dreams — that’s what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That’s the difference.
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As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.
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Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
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Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
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I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.
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Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.
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To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.
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