Hermann Hesse

“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.”

“I understood it all. I understood Pablo. I understood Mozart, and somewhere behind me I heard his ghastly laughter. I knew that all the hundred thousand pieces of life's game were in my pocket. A glimpse of its meaning had stirred my reason and I was determined to begin the game afresh. I would sample its tortures once more and shudder again at its senselessness. I would traverse not once more, but often, the hell of my inner being.”

“Every natural form is latent within us, originates in the soul whose essence is eternity, whose essence we cannot know but which most often intimates itself to us as the power to love and create.”

“It is possible for one never to transgress a single law and still be a bastard.”

“I want to tell you something today, something that I have known for a long while, and you know it too; but perhaps you have never said it to yourself. I am going to tell you now what it is that I know about you and me and our fate. You, Harry, have been an artist and a thinker, a man full of joy and faith, always on the track of what is great and eternal, never content with the trivial and petty. But the more life has awakened you and brought you back to yourself, the greater has you need been and the deeper the sufferings and dread and despair that have overtaken you, till you were up to your neck in them. And all that you once knew and loved and revered as beautiful and sacred, all the belief you once had in mankind and our high destiny, has been of no avail and has lost its worth and gone to pieces. Your faith found no more air to breathe. And suffocation is a hard death. Is that true, Harry? Is that your fate?”

“Before all else I learned that these playthings were not mere idle trifles invented by manufacturers and dealers for the purposes of gain. They were, on the contrary, a little or, rather, a big world, authoritative and beautiful, many sided, containing a multiplicity of things all of which had the one and only aim of serving love, refining the senses, giving life to the dead world around us, endowing it in a magical way with new instruments of love, from powder and scent to the dancing show, from ring to cigarette case, from waist-buckle to handbag. This bag was no bag, this purse no purse, flowers no flowers, the fan no fan. All were the plastic material of love, of magic and delight. Each was a messenger, a smuggler, a weapon, a battle cry.”

“That is why we were drawn to one another and why we are brother and sister. I am going to teach you to dance and play and smile, and still not be happy. And you are going to teach me to think and to know and yet not be happy. Do you know that we are both children of the Devil?”

“There are always a few such people who demand the utmost of life and yet cannot come to terms with its stupidity and crudeness.”

“With her, too, I danced more easily now, in a freer and more sprightly fashion, even though not so buoyantly and more self-consciously than with the other. Hermine had me lead, adapting herself as softly and lightly as the leaf of a flower, and with her, too, I now experienced all these delights that now advanced and now took wing. She, too, now exhaled the perfume of woman and love, and her dancing, too, sang with intimate tenderness the lovely and enchanting song of sex.”

“If I were wise, I shouldn't tell you. But I won't be wise, Harry, not for this time. I'll be just the opposite. So now mind what I say! You will hear it and forget it again. You will laugh over it, and you will weep over it. So look out! I am going to play with you for life and death, little brother, and before we begin the game I'm going to lay my cards on the table.”

“You learned people and artists have, no doubt, all sorts of superior things in your heads; but you're human beings like the rest of us, and we, too, have our dreams and fancies.”

“No, I'm not religious, I'm sorry to say. But I was once and shall be again. There is no time now to be religious.""No time. Does it need time to be religious?""Oh, yes. To be religious you must have time and, even more, independence of time. You can't be religious in earnest and at the same time live in actual things and still take them seriously, time and money and the Odéon Bar and all that.”

“You should not take old people who are already dead seriously. It does them injustice. We immortals do not like things to be taken seriously. We like joking. Seriousness, young man, is an accident of time. It consists, I don't mind telling you in confidence, in putting too high a value on time. I, too, once put too high a value on time. For that reason I wished to be a hundred years old. In eternity, however, there is no time, you see. Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.”

“Man is not by any means of fixed and enduring form (this, in spite of suspicions to the contrary on the part of their wise men, was the ideal of the ancients). He is nothing else than the narrow and perilous bridge between nature and spirit. His innermost destiny drives him on to the spirit and to God. His innermost longing draws him back to nature, the mother. Between the two forces his life hangs tremulous and irresolute.”

“For the air of lonely men surrounded him now, a still atmosphere in which the world around him slipped away, leaving him incapable of relationship, an atmosphere against which neither will nor longing availed. This was one of the significant earmarks of his life.”

“Könnte ich es sagen und lehren, so wäre ich ein Weiser. So aber bin ich nur ein Fährmann und meine Aufgabe ist es, Menschen über diesen Fluss zu setzen.”

“You're quite right there," he said. "I have practiced abstinence myself for years, and had my time of fasting, too, but now I find myself once more beneath the sign of Aquarius, a dark and humid constellation.”

“Retki su ljudi koji umeju da slušaju drugoga, nikad nikoga nisam sreo ko bi to umeo kao ti. I tome ću se učiti od tebe.”

“Govorim to ozbiljno. Nije naš zadatak da se približimo jedan drugom, kao što se ne sastaju ni sunce ni mesec, ni more ni kopno. Nas dvojca smo, prijatelju dragi, sunce i mesec, mi smo more i kopno. Naš cilj nije da se slijemo jedan sa drugim već da saznamo jedan drugoga i da jedan u drugom naučimo da vidimo i poštujemo ono što taj drugi jeste: naša suprotnost i dopuna.Duboko je uvlačio u sebe vlažni, gorki miris vazduha u parku i pri svakom koraku mu se činilo da gura prošlost daleko od sebe, kao čamac koji mu, stigavši na obalu, više ničemu ne služi. U tom ispitivanju i spoznaji nije bilo ni traga ni mirenja sa sudbinom i prkosno, i prožet preduzimljivim žarom, uperio je pogled u novi život koji više nije smeo da se iscrpi u nedoumici i sumornom lutanju; već treba da ga, kao strmi put, smelo povede naviše. On se kasnije, i možda sa više gorčine nego što to obično čine muškarci, oprostio od slatkog sutona mladosti. Sad se siromašan i sam obreo usred bela dana i više nije hteo da izgubi nijedan jedini njegov dragoceni čas.Sasušeno drvo je zauvek mrtvo, smrznuta ptica se nikad više ne vraća u život, a isto tako ni čovek kad umre.”

“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.”

“I felt knowledge and the unity of the world circulate in me like my own blood.”

“Whether it is good or evil, whether life in itself is pain or pleasure, whether it is uncertain-that it may perhaps be this is not important-but the unity of the world, the coherence of all events, the embracing of the big and the small from the same stream, from the same law of cause, of becoming and dying.”

“You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect.”

“I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.”

“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, that is Atman, that is in me and you and in every creature, and I am beginning to believe that this knowledge has no worse enemy than the man of knowledge, than learning.”

“Siddhartha has one single goal-to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow-to let the Self die. No longer to be Self, to experience the peace of an emptied heart, to experience pure thought-that was his goal.”

“Were not the gods forms created like me and you, mortal, transient?”

“He sat thus, lost in meditation, thinking Om, his soul as the arrow directed at Brahman.”

“...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.”

“Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun's melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.”

“It [enlightenment] has not come to you by means of teaching! And-thus is my thought, oh exalted one,-nobody will obtain salvation by means of teachings! (character of Siddhartha, speaking to the Buddha)”

“Man's life seems to me like a long, weary night that would be intolerable if there were not occasionally flashes of light, the sudden brightness of which is so comforting and wonderful, that the moments of their appearance cancel out and justify the years of darkness.”

“The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.”

“Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.”

“There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.”

“In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.”

“In the beginning his dream and his happiness, in the end it was his bitter fate...But in the midst of the freedom he had attained Harry suddenly became aware that his freedom was a death and that he stood alone.”

“By degrees during the afternoon he warmed and became alive, and only towards evening, on his good days, was he productive, active and, sometimes, aglow with joy.”

“To such men the desperate and horrible thought has come that perhaps the whole of human life is but a bad joke, a violent and ill-fated abortion of the primal mother, a savage and dismal catastophe of nature.”

“...inasmuch as every man takes the sufferings that fall to his share as the greatest.”

“How foolish it is to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence.”

“I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.”

“How could I fail to be a lone wolf, and an uncouth hermit, as I did not share one of its aims nor understand one of its pleasures?”

“The cup was emptied and would never be filled again.”

“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to committ outrages...”

“Der sympathische, aber sentimentale Mann, der das Lied vom seligen Kinde singt, möchte ebenfalls zur Natur, zur Unschuld, zu den Anfängen zurück und hat ganz vergessen, dass die Kinder keineswegs selig sind, dass sie vieler Konflikte, dass sie vieler Zwiespaeltigkeiten, dass sie aller Leiden fähig sind.”

“Devo acrescentar aqui uma observação psicológica: embora saiba muito pouco sobrea vida do Lobo da Estepe, tenho bons motivos para acreditar que foi educado por pais e professores bondosos, porém severos e muito devotos, desses que fundamentam toda a educação no ' 'quebrantamento da vontade''. Tal destruição da personalidade e quebra do desejo não foram conseguidas com aquele aluno, de cuja prova saiu mais insensível e duro, orgulhoso e espiritual. Em vez de destruir sua personalidade, conseguiu aprender somente a odiar a si mesmo. Contra si próprio, contra esse objeto nobre e inocente, dirigiu a vida inteira toda a genialidade de sua fantasia, toda a forçade seu poderoso pensamento. Foi precisamente através do Cristo e dos mártires que aprendeu a lançar contra si próprio, antes de mais nada, cada severidade, cada censura, cada maldade, cada ódio de que era capaz. No que respeitava aos outros, ao mundo em redor, sempre estava fazendo os esforços mais heróicos e sérios para amálos,para ser justo com eles, para não fazê-los sofrer, pois o "Amarás teu próximo!" estava tão entranhado em sua alma como o odiar-se a si mesmo"; assim, toda a sua vida era um exemplo do impossível que é amar o próximo sem amor a si mesmo, de que o desprezo a si mesmo é em tudo semelhante ao acirrado egoísmo e produz afinal o mesmo desespero e horrível isolamento.”

“Viele sagen, sie "lieben die Natur". Das heißt, sie sind nicht abgeneigt, je und je ihre dargebotenen Reize sich gefallen zu lassen.Sie gehen hinaus und freuen sich über die Schönheit der Erde, zertreten die Wiesen und reißen schließlich eine Menge Blumen und Zweige ab, um sie bald wieder wegzuwerfen oder daheim verwelken zu lassen. So lieben sie die Natur.”

“Let thethings be illusions or not, after all I would then also be an illusion,and thus they are always like me. This is what makes them so dear andworthy of veneration for me: they are like me. Therefore, I can lovethem. And this is now a teaching you will laugh about: love, ohGovinda, seems to me to be the most important thing of all. Tothoroughly understand the world, to explain it, to despise it, may bethe thing great thinkers do. But I'm only interested in being able tolove the world, not to despise it, not to hate it and me, to be able tolook upon it and me and all beings with love and admiration and greatrespect.”

“Damit das Mögliche entsteht, muß immer wieder das Unmögliche versucht werden.”