Hermann Hesse Quotes

I got stuff that's going to hurt for the rest of my life.

Pain is something that's common to human life. When we ignore it, we aren't engaging in the whole reality, and the pain begins to fester.

Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

A piece of each of us died.

The regrets I have are strong enough that I wouldn't share 'em. I think that you can't live without suffering some.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

My mother's death was very painful as it occurred over a period of a week. Watching her die was the hardest thing my dad ever went through.

Once to die is better than length of days in sorrow without end.

My pain's not ashamed to repeat itself

The latter end of joy is woe.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.

Sorrow is not a raven perched persistently above a chamber door. Sorrow is a thing with teeth, and while in time it retreats, it comes back at the whisper of it's name.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.

Some tears belong to us because we are unfortunate; others, because we are humane; many, because we are mortal. But most are caused by our being unwise. It is these last only that of necessity produce more.

Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.

Love is loss combined with pain.

I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.