The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if weanswer it in the affirmative, ifwe accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life andtransformation. — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation. — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Only within yourself exists the other reality for which you long. I can give you nothing that has not already its being within yourself.… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Therefore, I see whatever exists as good, death is to me like life, sin like holiness, wisdom like foolishness, everything has to be as… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
A home isn't just a roof over our heads. A home is a place where we feel loved and where we love others. It's… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Fortunately, like most children, I had learned what is most valuable, most indispensable for life before school years began, taught by apple trees, by… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“The mistaken and unhappy notion that a man is an enduring unity is known to you. It is also known to you that a… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“... it would be better for our country and the world in general, if at least the few people who were capable of thought… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud. — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“..it is useless for you to build walls and dormitories and chapels and churches. Death looks through the window and laughs..” — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“When the world is at peace, when all things are tranquil and all men obey their superiors in all their courses, then music can… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
