Hermann Hesse Quotes About Home

Quotes about: Home

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

  Hermann Hesse

  Time, Home, House

• Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

  Hermann Hesse

  Passion, Home, Creative

  Hermann Hesse (2013). “Steppenwolf: A Novel”, p.151, Macmillan

• When we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

  Hermann Hesse

  Home, Tree, Joy

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

• And some day there will be nothing left of everything that has twisted my life and grieved it and filled me so often with such anguish. Some day, with the last exhaustion, peace will come and the motherly earth will gather me back home. It won't be the end of things, only a way of being born again, a bathing and a slumbering where the old and the withered sink down, where the young and new begin to breathe. Then, with other thoughts, I will walk along streets like these, and listen to streams, and overhear what the sky says in the evening, over and over and over.

  Hermann Hesse

  Home, Sky, Earth

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

• A home isn't just a roof over our heads. A home is a place where we feel loved and where we love others. It's a place we belong. Love is what makes a home, not the contents inside the house or the number on the door. It's the people waiting for us across the threshold, the people who will take us in their arms after a ad day and kiss us good night and good morning everyday for the rest of our lives.

  Hermann Hesse

  Good Night, Morning, Home

• When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. . . . Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

  Hermann Hesse

  Home, Tree, Looks

• A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

  Hermann Hesse

  Home, Tree, Looks

• We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.

  Hermann Hesse

  Home, Dirt, Guides

  Hermann Hesse (1963). “Steppenwolf: novel”, Harcourt School

• 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

• I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.

  Hermann Hesse

  Home, Joy, World

  Hermann Hesse (2013). “Steppenwolf: A Novel”, p.31, Macmillan

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