Hermann Hesse was a German-Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. In 1946, he received the Nobel Prize in Literature. His best known works include Steppenwolf, Siddhartha, and The Glass Bead Game (also known as Magister Ludi) which explore an individual's search for spirituality outside society.Hesse was born in the Black Forest town of Calw to a Christian missionary family.
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It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is.
The truth is lived, not taught.
The truth has a million faces, but there is only one truth.
Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom.
Within you there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.
Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.
I am fond of music I think because it is so amoral.
Everything else is moral and I am after something that isn't. I have always found moralizing intolerable.
There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge -- that is everywhere.
Knowledge can be communicated, but wisdom cannot.
A man can find it, he can live it, he can be filled and sustained by it, but he cannot utter or teach it.
madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom
I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.
All higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.
The river is everywhere at the same time .
. . everywhere and the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past, nor the shadow of the future.
We create gods and struggle with them, and they bless us.
You will become tired, Siddhartha." "I will become tired." "You will fall asleep, Siddhartha." "I will not fall asleep." "You will die, Siddhartha." "I will die.
I suddenly saw how sad and artificial my life had been during this period, for the loves, friends, habits and pleasures of these years were discarded like badly fitting clothes. I parted from them without pain and all that remained was to wonder that I could have endured them so long.
Making music together is the best way for two people to become friends.
I hope death will be a great happiness, a happiness as great as that of love, fulfilled love
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.
To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again.
The art of love-giving and taking become one.
Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.
Oh, if I had had a friend at this moment, a friend in an attic room, dreaming by candlelight and with a violin lying ready at his hand! How I should have slipped up to him in his quiet hour, noiselessly climbing the winding stair to take him by surprise, and then with talk and music we should have held heavenly festival throughout the night!
Everything is necessary, everything needs only my agreement, my assent, my loving understanding; then all is well with me and nothing can harm me.
God does not send us despair in order to kill us; he sends it in order to awaken us to new life.
Each man carries the vestiges of his birth;
the slime and eggshells of his primeval past with him to the end of his days. Some never become human, remaining frog, lizard, ant. Some are human above the waist, fish below.
Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.
That's the way it is when you love. It makes you suffer, and I have suffered much in the years since. But it matters little that you suffer, so long as you feel alive with a sense of the close bond that connects all living things, so long as love does not die!
Therefore, I see whatever exists as good, death is to me like life, sin like holiness, wisdom like foolishness, everything has to be as it is, everything only requires my consent, only my willingness, my loving agreement, to be good for me, to do nothing but work for my benefit, to be unable to ever harm me.
The mind is international and supra-national .
.. it ought to serve not war and annihilation, but peace and reconciliation.
If man has nothing to eat, fasting is the most intelligent thing he can do.
If, for instance, Siddhartha had not learned to fast, he would have had to seek some kind of work today, either with you, or elsewhere, for hunger would have driven him. But as it is, Siddhartha can wait calmly. He is not impatient, he is not in need, he can ward off hunger for a long time and laugh at it. Therefore, fasting is useful, sir.
I had grown a thin mustache, I was a full-grown man, and yet I was completely helpless and without a goal in life.
He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.
Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.
Now everything changed. My childhood world was breaking apart around me. My parents eyed me with a certain embarrassment. My sisters had become strangers to me. A disenchantment falsified and blunted my usual feelings and joys: the garden lacked fragrance, the woods held no attraction for me, the world stood around me like a clearance sale of last year's secondhand goods, insipid, all its charm gone. Books were so much paper, music a grating noise. That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain running down its sides, of the sun or the frost, and of life gradually retreating inward. The tree does not die. It waits.
Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.
Once you are able to make your request in such a way that you will be quite certain of its fulfillment, then the fulfillment will come.
Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.
Yes, I am going into the woods; I am going into the unity of all things.