Author of quotes: Hermann Hesse. Page 24

Life was disgustingly bitter taste.

Morning yawned already through the Windows, the leaden rainy winter day.

Suicide is stupidity, cowardice and baseness, that inglorious, ignominious exit, the most shameful way out of this mill of misery.

In fear I rushed up and down. I felt the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth. Both hated the taste.

Him, inexperienced in love, disciple, ready again and again to blindly rush into the abyss of bliss, she patiently taught his doctrine: that it is impossible to take out bliss without bliss in return is that every movement, every touch, every look, every tiny piece of flesh is his secret, which promises a dedicated immense joy. She taught him that lovers should not leave after the celebration of love, not admiring each other, not beating each other and not because of each other that neither of them got fed up and was not filled with emptiness and bad feeling over them abused or he abused loved one.

How deaf and insensitive I was! he thought, walking tall. - Reading the writing does not despise in search of the meaning of signs and letters, does not call them a hoax, the case, nothing enclosing sheath, it reads them, imbued them with respect and love. I'm determined to read the book of life and book your own being, - I despised, for the sake of some pre-intended meaning, symbols and letters, I called the world of phenomena is a deception, called my eyes and tongue, random and useless things. No, it's over, I woke up, I really woke up and only now found life

He killed his senses, he killed the memories, he slipped away from his I thousands of other images were of animals, carrion, stone, wood, water, but every time the sun shone or the moon - he returned to his and I, carried away by the cycle, felt thirst, overcame the thirst, felt new thirst.

The more neumolimo formulated thesis, the more it demands of the antithesis.

The person capable of understanding the Buddha with the idea of heaven and the depths of humanity ought not live in a world ruled by common sense, democracy and civic education.

The genius of the phenomenon is not so rare as we sometimes think, although not as often as you think literary historians, historians of countries, and especially the newspaper.

Each people have their own characteristics, their distinctive traits, each with their virtues and vices, each of your mortal sin.

Most people don't want to swim before you learn to swim. Isn't it witty? Of course, they don't want to swim! After all, they are created for sushi, not for the water. And of course, they don't want to think; they're born to live and not to think! Well, who thinks, who sees this as his main business, he may well succeed, but he still confuses land with water, and eventually drown.

It is the purpose of our sojourn on earth: to think and to seek and listen to the distant sounds of the disappeared, because in them lies our true homeland.

A fun and varied game of humanity: self-deception, over disclosure of which India fought a thousand years is the same deception, and to enhance the gain which put the same amount of power in the West.