Hermann Hesse Quotes

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!

Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.

Surviving means being born over and over.

The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.

There was a moth in there, and it still had its wings crumpled up, and it was just starting to pump its wings up. Life continues in lots of places, and life is a magical thing.

Ideally, I'm also sending a message that everything passes, even hope, and sometimes you have to be patient while you wait for it to come back around again.

Human experience resembles the battered moon that tracks us in cycles of light and darkness, of life and death, now seeking out and now stealing away from the sun that gives it light and symbolizes eternity.

Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.

Just as my search for my mother had in some ways shaped my life, her faith that I was alive had shaped hers. She couldn't search, but she did the next best thing: She stayed still.

Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.

Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas. Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness. I take it for granted that to create a tree I condemn a seed to rot. If the first act of resistance comes too late it is doomed to defeat. But it is, nevertheless, the awakening of resistance. Life may grow from it as from a seed.

Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.

Why is patience so important?" "Because it makes us pay attention.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

Life is stronger than death.

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

Survival is an art. It requires the dulling of the mind and the senses, and a delicate attunement to waiting, without insisting on precision about just what it is you are waiting for.

There is magic in patience, you know.

To wish and wait From day to day Will never keep The wolves away.

And if we folks have a motto, it's this: 'Don't holler - smile and bide your time.' We've survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time, and we've gotten to be experts at surviving.

My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.

Patience is what you need in the Antarctic. Wait-Give wind and tide a chance to change.