“A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“If you need something desperately and find it, this is not an accident; your own craving and compulsion leads you to it.” — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“and so I think, O Illustrious One, that nobody finds salvation through teachings. To nobody, O Illustrious One, can you communicate in words and… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“Once he said to her: 'You are like me; you are different from other people. You are Kamala and no one else, and within… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“My story isn't sweet and harmonious, like invented stories. It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“Exactly, my dear sir, as the radio for ten minutes together projects the most lovely music without regard into the most impossible places, into… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“In spite of their friendship, they were so far apart, the bowstring was so taut between them: a seeing man and a blind man,… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“Are ideals attainable? Do we live to abolish death? No-we live to fear it and then again to love it, and just for death's… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“There is, in fact, no way back either to the wolf or to the child. From the very start there is no innocence and… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
