Every person’s calling was only to arrive at himself…his concern was to find his own fate, not a random one, and to live it out, full and complete. Everything else was a half-measure, escapism, fleeing back into the ideal of the masses-conformity and fear of what was inside yourself.
Herman Hesse, Demian
All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
And here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world
Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
While perusing the bookstore the other day I wasn’t sure what I would take home…but then I set my eyes on this beauty. I’ve been meaning to read this ever since I finished the wonderful Siddhartha last year, and this cover was too good to pass up! Have you guys read any Herman Hesse? What did you think? 🐺🐺
The reason why I do not know anything about myself, the reason why Siddhartha has remained alien and unknown to myself is due to one thing, to one single thing--I was afraid of myself, I was fleeing from myself. I was seeking Atman, I was seeking Brahman, I was determined to dismember myself and tear away its layers of husk in order to find in its unknown innermost recess the kernel at the heart of those layers, the Atman, life, the divine principle, the ultimate. But in so doing, I was losing myself.
Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the world, where you and I and day and night are all one
Hermann Hesse
Let me say no more. Words do no justice to the hidden meaning. Everything immediately becomes slightly different when it is expressed in words, a little bit distorted, a little foolish...It is perfectly fine with me that what for one man is precious wisdom for another sounds like foolery.
Siddhartha, Herman Hesse