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
yoga buddhism circles
We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.
motivational respect honor
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.
taken laughing steppenwolf
Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest.
writing blue black
Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.
dream eye masters
Should we be mindful of dreams?" Joseph asked. "Can we interpret them?" The Master looked into his eyes and said tersely: "We should be mindful of everything, for we can interpret everything.
magic elements
Every experience has its element of magic.
flow fit wave
No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.
breathing heaven ego
...Every ego so far from being a unity is in the highest degree a manifold world, a constellated heaven, a chaos of forms, of states and stages, of inheritances and potentialities. It appears to be a necessity as imperative as eating and breathing for everyone to be forced to regard this chaos as a unity and to speak of his ego as though is was a one-fold and clearly detached and fixed phenomenon. Even the best of us shares this delusion.
inspirational stupid writing
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
time home house
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
opposites mind literature
Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.
home sky earth
And some day there will be nothing left of everything that has twisted my life and grieved it and filled me so often with such anguish. Some day, with the last exhaustion, peace will come and the motherly earth will gather me back home. It won't be the end of things, only a way of being born again, a bathing and a slumbering where the old and the withered sink down, where the young and new begin to breathe. Then, with other thoughts, I will walk along streets like these, and listen to streams, and overhear what the sky says in the evening, over and over and over.
coward steppenwolf willing-to-die
You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.
communication littles different
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.