The world has become lovelier. I am alone, and I don’t suffer from my loneliness. I don’t want life to be anything other than what it is. — Hermann Hesse, from “Mountain Pass,” Wandering. (Jonathan Cape Ltd November 2, 1972)
“When someone is seeking,” said Siddartha, “It happens quite easily that he only sees the thing that he is seeking; that he is unable to find anything, unable to absorb anything, because he is only thinking of the thing he is seeking, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking… Continue reading Hermann Hesse
No permanence is ours; we are a wave That flows to fit whatever form it finds: Through night or day, cathedral or the cave We pass forever, craving form that binds. ― Hermann Hesse, from “The Poems of Knecht’s Student Years,” The Glass Bead Game. (Picador; Reprint edition December 6, 2002) Originally published 1943
She stood before him and surrendered herself to him and sky, forest, and brook all came toward him in new and resplendent colors, belonged to him, and spoke to him in his own language. And instead of merely winning a woman he embraced the entire world and every star in heaven glowed within him and… Continue reading Hermann Hesse
People like you and me are quite lonely really but we still have each other, we have the secret satisfaction of being different, of rebelling, of desiring the unusual. — Hermann Hesse, Demian. (Suhrkamp Verlag May 3, 1996) Originally published 1919.
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories;… Continue reading Hermann Hesse
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. — Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf. (Penguin Books, Limited (UK); New Ed edition February 25, 1999) Originally published 1927.