Hermann Hesse Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

  Hermann Hesse

  Flower, Heart, Trying

• When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.

  Hermann Hesse

  Love, Relationship, Communication

• There were now and then, though rarely, the hours that brought the welcome shock, pulled down the walls and brought me back again from my wanderings to the living heart of the world. Sadly and yet deeply moved, I set myself to recall the last of these experiences. It was at a concert of lovely old music. After two of three notes of the piano the door was opened of a sudden to the other world. I sped through heaven and saw God at work. I suffered holy pains. I dropped all my defenses and was afraid of nothing in the world. I accepted all things and to all things I gave up my heart.

  Hermann Hesse

  Wall, Pain, Heart

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

  Hermann Hesse

  Love, Life, Anniversary

  "Narcissus and Goldmund". Book by Hermann Hesse, 1930.

• A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...

  Hermann Hesse

  Heart, Wind, Tree

  Hermann Hesse (1980). “Six Novels: With Other Stories and Essays”

• 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

  Heart, Order, Siddhartha

• We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do.

  Hermann Hesse

  Flower, Fall, Heart

  Hermann Hesse (2013). “Narcissus and Goldmund: A Novel”, p.157, Macmillan

• Rain Soft rain, summer rain Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees. Oh, how lovely and full of blessing To dream and be satisfied. I was so long in the outer brightness, I am not used to this upheaval: Being at home in my own soul, Never to be led elsewhere. I want nothing, I long for nothing, I hum gently the sounds of childhood, And I reach home astounded In the warm beauty of dreams. Heart, how torn you are, How blessed to plow down blindly, To think nothing, to know nothing, Only to breathe, only to feel.

  Hermann Hesse

  Summer, Dream, Blessed

• He was taught by the river. Incessantly, he learned from it. Most of all, he learned from it to listen, to pay close attention with a quiet heart, with a waiting, opened soul, without passion, without a wish, without judgement, without an opinion.

  Hermann Hesse

  Passion, Heart, Rivers

  Hermann Hesse (2017). “Siddhartha”, p.77, Youcanprint

• I have known it for a long time but I have only just experienced it. Now I know it not only with my intellect, but with my eyes, with my heart, with my stomach.

  Hermann Hesse

  Wisdom, Eye, Heart

  Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.74, Om Books International

• It is good to taste for yourself everything you need to know. That worldly pleasures and wealth are not good things, I learned even as a child. I knew it for a long time, but only now have I experienced it.

  Hermann Hesse

  Children, Heart, Eye

  "Siddhartha".

• ...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

  Hermann Hesse

  Heart, Soul, Intellect

  Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.8, Om Books International

• Siddhartha has one single goal-to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow-to let the Self die. No longer to be Self, to experience the peace of an emptied heart, to experience pure thought-that was his goal.

  Hermann Hesse

  Dream, Heart, Self

  Hermann Hesse (1980). “Six Novels: With Other Stories and Essays”

• I sped through heaven and saw god at work. I suffered holy pains. I dropped all my defenses and was afraid of nothing in the world. I accepted all things and to all things I gave up my heart.

  Hermann Hesse

  Pain, Heart, Heaven

  Hermann Hesse (1983). “Steppenwolf”, Bantam

• It taught him how to listen -- how to listen with a quiet heart and a waiting soul, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgment, without opinion.

  Hermann Hesse

  Passion, Heart, Waiting

• Deeply, he felt the love for the run-away in his heart, like a wound, and he felt at the same time that this wound had not been given to him in order to turn the knife in it, that it had to become a blossom and had to shine. That this wound did not blossom yet, did not shine yet, at this hour, made him sad. Instead of the desired goal, which had drawn him here following the runaway son, there was now emptiness.

  Hermann Hesse

  Running, Heart, Fighting

  "Siddhartha".

• As every flower fades and as all youth departs, so life at every stage, so every virtue, so our grasp of truth blooms in its day and may not last forever. Since life may summon us at every age, be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavour, be ready bravely and without remorse to find new light that old ties cannot give. In all beginnings dwells a magic force for guarding us and helping us to live.

  Hermann Hesse

  Flower, Heart, Light

  Hermann Hesse, “Stages”

• The river taught us how to listen with a silent heart, with a waiting open soul.

  Hermann Hesse

  Heart, Taught Us, Rivers

• And what is called history at school, and all we learn by heart there about heroes and geniuses and great deeds and fine emotions, is all nothing but a swindle invented by the schoolmasters for educational reasons to keep children occupied for a given number of years. It has always been so and always will be.

  Hermann Hesse

  Children, Educational, Hero

  Hermann Hesse (1983). “Steppenwolf”, Bantam

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