As with men, it has always seemed to me that books have their own peculiar destinies. They go towards the people who are waiting for them and reach them at the right moment. They are made of living material and continue to cast light through the darkness long after the death of their authors
Miguel Serrano, C.G. Jung and Hermann Hesse: A Book of Two Friendships
Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.
Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Pleasure is a freedom song, But it is not freedom. It is the blossoming of your desires, But it is not their fruit
Khalil gibran
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
Neil Gaiman
Keep the ones that heard you when you never said a word.
Each man had only one genuine vocation - to find the way to himself….His task was to discover his own destiny - not an arbitrary one - and to live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one’s own inwardness.
Hermann Hesse
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam (via thequotejournals)
I have always been a great dreamer; in dreams I am more active than in my real life, and these shadows sapped me of health and energy.
Hermann Hesse, Demian
moon
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