Hermann Hesse

“He saw: this water ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and was nevertheless always there, was always at all times the same and yet new in every moment!”

“In his heart he heard the voice talking, which was newly awaking, and it told him: Love this water! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oh yes, he wanted to learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. He who would understand this water and its secrets, so it seemed to him, would also understand many other things, many secrets, all secrets.”

“With a thousand eyes, the river looked at him”

“my path had led me at that time into a new life, which had now grown old and is dead”

“The law?" I asked curiously. "What law's that, Leo?""The law of service. He who wishes to live must serve, but he who wishes to rule does not live long.”

“...to whom else should one pay honor, but to Him, Atman, the Only One? And where was Atman to be found, where did He dwell, where did His eternal heart beat, if not within the Self, in the innermost, in the eternal which each person carried within him.”

“Asadar, in momentul in care un om face primul pas dilatand acea unitate imaginara a eului sau pana la o dualitate, omul acesta devine aproape un geniu, sau cel putin este o exceptie rara si interesanta. In realitate insa, nici un eu, nici chiar cel mai naiv, nu este unitar, ci este un univers de o diversitate extraordinara, o mica bolta cereasca presarata cu stele, un haos de forma, de trepte si stari, de apucaturi mostenite si de posibilitati.”

“I do want more. I am not content with being happy. I was not made for it. It is not my destiny. My destiny is the opposite.”

“Ljudi su deca.”

“Ne priliči mi da dajem sud o životu drugih! Jedino sam za sebe moram da presudim, da odaberem, da odbijam.”

“Čini mi se da je ljubav od svega najvažnija. Prozreti svet, protumačiti ga i prezreti, to je stvar velikih mislilaca. Ali, meni je jedino stalo do toga da volim svet, da ga ne prezirem, da ne mrzim ni svet ni sebe, da na nj, na sebe i na sva bića mogu da gledam sa ljubavlju i sa divljenjem, i sa strahopoštovanjem.”

“Ono što za jednog čoveka predstavlja blago i mudrost, drugom uvek zvuči kao ludost.”

“Kad neko traži, lako se može dogoditi da mu oko vidi samo ono što traži, da nije u stanju bilo šta da nađe, da primi u sebe, jer misli samo na ono za čim traga, imajući svoj cilj opsednut je tim ciljem. Tražiti - znači imati cilj.”

“Seo je tužan, osećao da u njegovom srcu nešto umire, da je prazan, da pred sobom više nema nikakve radosti, nikakav cilj. Sedeo je utonuvši u misli i čekao. Naučio je na reci jedno: da čeka, da bude strpljiv i da osluškuje.”

“But out of all secrets of the river, he today only saw one, this one touched his soul. He saw: this water ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and was nevertheless always there, was always at all times the same and yet new in every moment! Great be he who would grasp this, understand this! He understood and grasped it not, only felt some idea of it stirring, a distant memory, divine voices.”

“Siddhartha îşi dărui vestmântul unui brahman sărac de pe stradă. Nu mai avea pe el decât o bucată de pânză în jurul şoldurilor şi o pelerină dintr o bucată de stofă pământie. Nu mânca decât o dată pe zi, niciodată mâncare pregătită. Posti cincisprezece zile. Posti douăzeci şi opt de zile. Carnea de pe şolduri şi din obraji i se topi. Din ochii săi măriţi se revărsau flăcările unor vise fierbinţi, la degetele uscăţive îi crescură unghii lungi, pe bărbie îi crescu o barbă uscată, ţepoasă. Privirea îi îngheţa când în cale îi ieşeau femei; gura i se schimonosea de dispreţ când mergea printr un oraş cu oameni frumos îmbrăcaţi. Vedea cum negustorii făceau negoţ, cum bogătaşii se duceau la vânătoare, cum cei încercaţi de durere îşi plângeau morţii, cum se ofereau târfele, cum doctorii se îngrijeau de bolnavi, cum preoţii stabileau ziua semănatului, cum se iubeau îndrăgostiţii, cum mamele îşi alăptau pruncii – dar la toate acestea nu merita să priveşti nici măcar cu un singur ochi, totul era minciună, totul duhnea a minciună, totul voia să lase impresia unui sens anume, impresia de fericire şi de frumuseţe, pe când în fond totul nu era decât o nemărturisită descompunere. Lumea avea un gust amar. Viaţa era un chin.”

“You were too lazy to learn to dance until it was almost too late, and in the same way you were too lazy to learn to love. As for ideal and tragic love, that I don't doubt you can do marvellously- and all honour to you. Now you will learn to love a little in an ordinary human way.”

“And these men, for whom life has no repose, live at times in their rare moments of happiness with such strength and indescribable beauty, the spray of their moment’s happiness is flung so high and dazzling over the wide sea of suffering, that the light of it, spreading its radiance, touches others too with its enchantment. Thus, like a precious, fleeting foam over the sea of suffering arise all those works of art, in which a single individual lifts himself for an hour so high above his personal destiny that his happiness shines like a star and appears to all who see it as something eternal and as a happiness of their own.”

“Yaşam konusunda bir fikrin vardı; içinde bir inanç, bir beklenti yaşıyordu; eylemlere, acılara ve özverilere hazırdın. Ama yavaş yavaş anladın ki, dünya hiç de senden eylemlerde ve özverilerde bulunmanı istemiyor; yaşam, kahraman rollerine ve benzeri şeylere yer veren bir kahramanlık destanı değil, insanların yiyip içmeler, kahve yudumlamalar, örgü örmeler, iskambil oynamalar ve radyo dinlemelerle yetinip hallerine şükrettikleri rahat bir orta sınıf evidir.”

“Mancher wird niemals Mensch, bleibt Frosch, bleibt Eidechse, bleibt Ameise. Mancher ist oben Mensch und unten Fisch. Aber jeder ist ein Wurf der Natur nach dem Menschen hin. Und allen sind die Herkünfte gemeinsam, die Mütter, wir alle kommen aus demselben Schlunde; aber jeder strebt, ein Versuch und Wurf aus den Tiefen, seinem eigenen Ziel zu. Wir können einander verstehen; aber deuten kann jeder nur sich selbst.”

“Je ne voulais qu'essayer de vivre ce que je portais en moi. Pourquoi était-ce si difficile?”

“It was a strange business and it made a sad and curious impression on me; everything that had belonged to me in these earlier years of my life left me, was alien and lost to me. 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.”

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.”

“When someone is searching," said Siddhartha, "then it might easily happen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind, because he always thinks of nothing but the object of his search, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by the goal. Searching means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal. You, oh venerable one, are perhaps indeed a searcher, because, striving for your goal, there are many things you don't see, which are directly in front of your eyes.”

“What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?”

“Kamaswami entered, a swiftly, smoothly moving man with very gray hair, with very intelligent, cautious eyes, with a greedy mouth. Politely, the host and the guest greeted one another.”

“Zugleich dachte ich: so wie ich jetzt mich anziehe und ausgehe, den Professor besuche und mehr oder weniger erlogene Artigkeiten mit ihm austausche, alles ohne es eigentlich zu wollen, so tun und leben und handeln die meisten Menschen Tag für Tag, Stunde um Stunde zwanghaft und ohne es eigentlich zu wollen, machen Besuche, führen Unterhaltungen, sitzen Amts- und Bureaustunden ab, alles zwanghaft, mechanisch, ungewollt, alles könnte ebensogut von Maschinen gemacht werden oder unterbleiben; und diese ewig fortlaufende Mechanik ist es, die sie hindert, gleich mir, Kritik am eigenen Leben zu übenm seine Dummheit und Seichtheit, seine hoffnungslose Trauer und Öde zu erkennen und zu fühlen.”

“Der Bürger nun schätzt nichts höher als das Ich (ein nur rudimentär entwickeltes Ich allerdings). Auf Kosten der Intensität also erreicht er Erhaltung und Sicherheit, statt Gottbesessenheit erntet er Gewissensruhe, statt Lust Behagen, statt Freiheit Bequemlichkeit, statt tödlicher Glut eine angenehme Temperatur. Der Bürger ist deshalb seinem Wesen nach ein Geschöpf von schwachem Lebensantrieb, ängstlich, jede Preisgabe seiner selbst fürchtend, leicht zu regieren. Er hat darum an Stelle der Macht die Majorität gesetzt, an Stelle der Gewalt das Gesetz, an Stelle der Verantwortung das Abstimmungsverfahren.”

“Der Machtmensch geht an der Macht zugrunde, der Geldmensch am Geld, der Unterwürfige am Dienen, der Lustsucher an der Lust.”

“Damit hing auch sein Bedürfnis nach Einsamkeit und nach Unabhängigkeit zusammen. Nie hat ein Mensch ein tieferes, leidenschaftlicheres Bedürfnis nach Unabhängigkeit gehabt als er. In seiner Jugendzeit, als er noch arm war und Mühe hatte, sein Brot zu verdienen, zog er es vor, zu hungern und in zerrissenen Kleidern zu gehen, nur um dafür ein Stückchen Unabhängigkeit zu retten.”

“Abschied war es, Herbst war es, Schicksal war es, wonach die Sommerrose so reif und voll geduftet hatte.”

“Las cosas que vemos – dijo Pistorious con voz apagada – son las mismas cosas que llevamos en nosotros. No hay más realidad que la que tenemos dentro. Por eso la mayoría de los seres humanos vive tan irrealmente, porque cree que las imágenes exteriores son la realidad y no permiten a su propio mundo interior manifestarse. Se puede ser muy feliz así, desde luego. Pero cuando se conoce lo otro, ya no se puede elegir el camino de la mayoría. Sinclair, el camino de la mayoría es fácil, el nuestro, difícil. Caminemos.”

“Nos sentimos tentados a creerlos caprichos nuestros, creaciones propias, vemos vacilar y disolverse la frontera entre nosotros y la naturaleza, y adquirimos conciencia de un estado de ánimo en el que no sabemos si las imágenes en nuestra retina provienen de impresiones exteriores o interiores. En ningún otro momento descubrimos con tanta facilidad la medida en que somos creadores, en que nuestra alma participa constantemente en la recreación de la vida. Una misma divinidad invisible actúa en nosotros y en la naturaleza, y si el mundo exterior desapareciera, cualquiera de nosotros sería capaz de reconstruirlo, porque los montes y los ríos, los árboles y las hojas, las raíces y las flores, todo lo creado en la naturaleza, está ya prefigurado en nosotros: proviene del alma, cuya esencia es eterna, y escapa a nuestro conocimiento, pero que se nos hace patente como fuerza amorosa y creadora.”

“En estos momentos tuve una certeza fulminante: cada uno tenía una “misión”, pero ésta no podía ser elegida, definida, administrada a voluntad. Era un error desear nuevos dioses, y completamente falso querer dar algo al mundo. No existía ningún deber, ninguno, para el hombre consciente, excepto el de buscarse a sí mismo, afirmarse en su interior, tantear un camino hacia adelante sin preocuparse de la meta a que pudiera conducir. Aquel descubrimiento me conmovió profundamente, este fue el fruto de aquella experiencia. Yo había jugado a menudo con imágenes del futuro y soñado con papeles que pudieran estar destinados de poeta quizás, de profeta, de pintor o de cualquier otra cosa. Aquellas imágenes no valían nada. Yo no estaba en el mundo para escribir, predicar o pintar; ni yo ni nadie estaba para eso. Tales cosas sólo podían surgir marginalmente. La misión verdadera de cada uno era llegar a sí mismo. Se podía llegar a poeta o a loco, a profeta o a criminal; ese no es asunto de uno: a fin de cuentas, carecía de toda importancia. Lo que importaba era encontrar su propio destino, no un destino cualquiera, y vivirlo por completo. Todo lo demás eran medianías, un intento de evasión, de buscar refugio en el ideal de la masa, era amoldarse; era miedo ante la propia individualidad. La nueva imagen surgió terrible y sagrada ante mis ojos, presentido múltiples veces, quizás pronunciada ya otras tantas, pero nunca vivida hasta ahora. Yo era un proyecto de la naturaleza, un proyecto hacia lo desconocido, quizá hacia lo nuevo, quizá hacia la nada; y mi misión, mi única misión, era dejar realizarse este proyecto que brotaba de las profundidades. Sentir en mí su voluntad e identificarme con él por completo.”

“Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.”

“When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. . . . Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.”

“You don't force him, beat him, and give him orders because you know that 'soft' is stronger than 'hard,' that water is stronger than the rocks, that love is stronger than compulsion.”

“Wenn ich trotzdem weiß, was Liebe ist, so ist es deinetwegen. Dich habe ich lieben können, dich allein unter den Menschen. Du kannst nicht ermessen, was das bedeutet. Es bedeutet den Quell in einer Wüste, den blühenden Baum in einer Wildnis.”

“Wenn mir Musik die Seele bewegte, dann verstand ich ohne Worte doch alles, fühlte in der Tiefe alles Lebens reine Harmonie und glaubte zu wissen, daß ein Sinn und schönes Gesetz in allem Geschehen verborgen sei. Wenn es auch eine Täuschung war, ich lebte doch darin und war darin beglückt.”

“The world had been divided into two parts that sought to annihilate each other because they both desired the same thing, namely the liberation of the oppressed, the elimination of violence, and the establishment of permanent peace.”

“See what monkeys we are! Look, such is man!" and at once all renown, all intelligence, all the attainments of the spirit, all progress towards the sublime, the great and the enduring in man fell away and became a monkey's trick!”

“Slowly blossomed, slowly ripened in Siddhartha the realisation, the knowledge, what wisdom actually was, what the goal of his long search was. It was nothing but a readiness of the soul, an ability, a secret art, to think every moment, while living his life, the thought of oneness, to be able to feel and inhale the oneness.”

“(...] Reklameobjekt, Basis für Schwindelunternehmungen, beliebtester Boden für Kitschfabrikation. (...)Ersatz und Talmi-Nachahmung eines Gefühls. Wir tun einmal im Jahre so, als legten wir großen Wert auf schöne Gefühle, als ließen wir es uns herzlich gern etwas kosten, ein Fest unserer Seele zu feiern. (...) Dies Gefühl trägt alle Merkmale der Sentimentalität. Denn Sentimentalität ist das Sich-Erlaben an Gefühlen, die man in Wirklichkeit nicht ernst genug nimmt, um ihnen irgendein Opfer zu bringen, um sie irgend je zur Tat zu machen.”

“Einsamkeit ist Unabhängigkeit, ich hatte sie mir gewünscht und mir erworben in langen Jahren. Sie war kalt, o ja, sie war aber auch still, wunderbar still und groß wie der kalte stille Raum, in dem die Sterne sich drehen.”

“Denn dies haßte, verabscheute und verfluchte ich von allem doch am innigsten: diese Zufriedenheit, diese Gesundheit, Behaglichkeit, diesen gepflegten Optimismus des Bürgers, diese fette gedeihliche Zucht des Mittelmäßigen, Normalen, Durchschnittlichen.”

“When you listen to radio you are a witness of the everlasting war between idea and appearance, between time and eternity, between the human and the divine.”

“But I am thinking now of your favorite of whom you have talked to me sometimes, and read me, too, some of his letters, of Mozart. How was it with him in his day? Who controlled things in his times and ruled the roost and gave the tone and counted for something? Was it Mozart or the business people, Mozart or the average man? And in what fashion did he come to die and be buried? And perhaps, I mean, it has always been the same and always will be…Time and the world, money and power belong to the small people and the shallow people. To the rest, to the real men belongs nothing.”

“You are to listen to the cursed radio music of life and to reverence the spirit behind it and to laugh at its distortions.”

“You have to try the impossible to achieve the possible”

“Aber heute weiß ich nicht mehr, was ich eigentlich will und wünsche. Früher war alles einfach, so einfach wie die Buchstaben in einem Lesebuch. Jetzt ist nichts mehr einfach, nicht einmal mehr die Buchstaben. Alles hat viele Bedeutungen und Gesichter bekommen. Ich weiß nicht, was aus mir werden soll, ich kann jetzt nicht an solche Sachen denken.”