Hermann Hesse
Hermann Hesse
Hermann Karl Hessewas a German-born Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. His best-known works include Steppenwolf, Siddhartha, and The Glass Bead Game, each of which explores an individual's search for authenticity, self-knowledge and spirituality. In 1946, he received the Nobel Prize in Literature...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth2 July 1877
CityCalw, Germany
CountryGermany
interesting miracle taught
Knowledge can be conveyed, but not wisdom. It can be found, it can be lived, it is possible to be carried by it, miracles can be performed with it, but it cannot be expressed in words and taught.
love-is laughing siddhartha
And here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world.
dream real shadow
I have always been a great dreamer. In dreams I have always been more active than in my real life, and these shadows sapped me of my health and energy.
hate deserving-it people
Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.
love art giving
The art of love-giving and taking become one.
trials mindfulness accommodate
But peace, too, is a living thing and like all life it must wax and wane, accommodate, withstand trials, and undergo changes.
eye men blue
The old man slowly raised himself from the piano stool, fixed those cheerful blue eyes piercingly and at the same time with unimaginable friendliness upon him, and said: "Making music together is the best way for two people to become friends. There is none easier. That is a fine thing. I hope you and I shall remain friends. Perhaps you too will learn how to make fugues, Joseph.
reality siddhartha
Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence
angel sheep nine
You wouldn't consider all the bipeds you pass on the street human beings simply because they walk upright and carry their young in their bellies nine months! It is obvious how many of them are fish or sheep, worms or angels, how many are ants, how many are fish or sheep, worms or angels, how contains the possibility of becoming human, partially even by learning to make himself conscious of them; only in this respect are these possibilities his.
love-is evening may
Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.
life stars flower
How absurd these words are, such as beast and beast of prey. One should not speak of animals in that way. They may be terrible sometimes, but they're much more right than men...They're never in any embarrassment. They always know what to do and how to behave themselves. They don't flatter and they don't intrude. They don't pretend. They are as they are, like stones or flowers or stars in the sky.
girl silly sleep
A girl had bidden me eat and drink and sleep, and had shown me friendship and had laughed at me and had called me a silly little boy. And this wonderful friend had talked to me of the saints and shown me that even when I had outdone myself in absurdity I was not alone.
fate wind next
My resolve to die was not the whim of an hour. It was the ripe, sound fruit that had slowly grown to full size, lightly rocked by the winds of fate whose next breath would bring it to the ground.
life giving way
That seems to be the way of things. Everyone takes, everyone gives. Life is like that.