Hermann Hesse Quotes, Thoughts and images

Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.

To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again.

Every experience has its element of magic.

Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest.

Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.

The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.

Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.

God does not send us despair in order to kill us; he sends it in order to awaken us to new life.

The truth is lived, not taught.

Loneliness is the way by which destiny endeavors to lead man to himself.

madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom

The truth has a million faces, but there is only one truth.

Beauty does not bring happiness to the one who possesses it, but to the one who loves and admires it.

People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.

All higher humour begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers.

Theory is knowledge that doesn't work. Practice is when everything works and you don't know why.

You have to try the impossible to achieve the possible

gentleness is stronger than severity, water is stronger than rock, love is stronger than force.

Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.

You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy.

When the suffering becomes acute enough, one goes forward.

All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

Chaos demands to be recognized and experienced before letting itself be converted into a new order.

Art is the contemplation of the world in a state of grace.

There is no reality except the one contained within us.

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.

Solitude is independence.