Hermann Hesse

1877 - 1962

A Quote by Hermann Hesse on guidance, people, travel, and path

Most people are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel one defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.

Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse

Perhaps you seek too much...as a result of your seeking you cannot find.

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse on goals

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Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding mean: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse on life

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That seems to be the way of things. Everyone takes, everyone gives. Life is like that.

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse on existence, future, past, present, and time

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.

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse

Everything becomes a little bit different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse on day, earth, soul, and world

Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the world, where you and I and day and night are all one.

Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse on suffering

Everything that was not suffered to the end and finally concluded, recurred, and the same sorrows were undergone.

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A Quote by Hermann Hesse on lies, study, and water

Toward seven o'clock every morning, I leave my study and step Out on the bright terrace; the sun already burns resplendent Between the shadows of the fig tree, makes the low wall of coarse Granite warm to the touch. Here my tools lie ready and waiting, Each one an intimate, an ally: the round basket for weeds: The zappetta, the small hoe with a short haft . . . There's a rake here as well, at at times a mattock and spade, Or two watering cans filled with water warmed by the sun. With my basket and small hoe in hand, facing the sun, I Go out for my morning walk.

Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)

Source: Hours in the Garden, An Idyll, 1952

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