What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.
HERMANN HESSEYou are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves. A whole society composed of men afraid of the unknown within them!
More Hermann Hesse Quotes
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Madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom.
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Beauty does not bring happiness to the one who possesses it, but to the one who loves and admires it.
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The best weapons against the infamies of life are courage, wilfulness and patience. Courage strenthens, wilfulness is fun and patience provides tranquility.
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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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When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.
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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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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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Any attempt to replace a personal conscience by a collective conscience does violence to the individual and is the first step toward totalitarianism.
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No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.
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When the suffering becomes acute enough, one goes forward.
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All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.
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Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.
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It taught him how to listen — how to listen with a quiet heart and a waiting soul, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgment, without opinion.
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I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
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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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