Hermann Hesse

Steppenwolf

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    zhamilyamurzabayevahas quoted18 days ago
    As for others and the world around him he never ceased in his heroic and earnest endeavor to love them, to be just to them, to do them no harm, for the love of his neighbor was as deeply in him as the hatred of himself, and so his whole life was an example that love of one’s neighbor is not possible without love of oneself, and that self-hate is really the same thing as sheer egoism, and in the long run breeds the same cruel isolation and despair
    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    They are not heroes, artists or thinkers in the same way that other men are judges, doctors, shoemakers, or schoolmasters. Their life consists of a perpetual tide, unhappy and torn with pain, terrible and meaningless, unless one is ready to see its meaning in just those rare experiences, acts, thoughts and works that shine out above the chaos of such a life

    Life of an artist

    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    he could make others unhappy also, that is, when he loved them or they him. For all who got to love him, saw always only the one side in him. Many loved him as a refined and clever and interesting man, and were horrified and disappointed when they had come upon the wolf in him. And they had to because Harry wished, as every sentient being does, to be loved as a whole and therefore it was just with those whose love he most valued that he could least of all conceal and belie the wolf. There were those, however, who loved precisely the wolf in him, the free, the savage, the untamable, the dangerous and strong, and these found it peculiarly disappointing and deplorable when suddenly the wild and wicked wolf was also a man, and had hankerings after goodness and refinement, and wanted to hear Mozart, to read poetry and to cherish human ideals. Usually these were the most disappointed and angry of all; and so it was that the Steppenwolf brought his own dual and divided nature into the destinies of others besides himself whenever he came into contact with them.

    How is that diffrent for anyone else

    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    ven the unhappiest life has its sunny moments and its little flowers of happiness between sand and stone
    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    For a good ten minutes I read a newspaper. I allowed the spirit of an irresponsible man who chews and munches another’s words in his mouth, and gives them out again undigested, to enter into me through my eyes.

    what is news..

    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    For what I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity.

    Who doesn't

    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    There is much to be said for contentment and painlessness, for these bearable and submissive days, on which neither pain nor pleasure is audible, but pass by whispering and on tip-toe. But the worst of it is that it is just this contentment that I cannot endure. After a short time it fills me with irrepressible hatred and nausea.

    Profound

    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap

    Painful

    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    in this case the attempt to destroy the personality and to break the will did not succeed. He was much too strong and hardy, too proud and spirited. Instead of destroying his personality they succeeded only in teaching him to hate himself.
    Rajarshi Senguptahas quotedlast year
    A wolf of the Steppes that had lost its way and strayed into the towns and the life of the herd, a more striking image could not be found for his shy loneliness, his savagery, his restlessness, his homesickness, his homelessness.
    Juldizay Izembayhas quotedlast year
    Could I be altogether lost when that heavenly little melody had been secretly rooted within me and now put forth its lovely bloom with all its tender hues? I might be a beast astray, with no sense of its environment, yet there was some meaning in my foolish life, something in me gave an answer and was the receiver of those distant calls from worlds far above. In my brain were stored a thousand pictures:
    July Anggrenyhas quoted3 years ago
    Is not that witty? Naturally, they won't swim! They are born for the solid earth, not for the water. And naturally they won't think. They are made for life, not for thought. Yes, and he who thinks, what's more, he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown."
    July Anggrenyhas quoted3 years ago
    Most men will not swim before they are able to
    July Anggrenyhas quoted3 years ago
    was always at himself first and foremost that he aimed the shaft, himself first and foremost whom he hated and despised.
    Michelle AMhas quoted4 years ago
    There was nothing to charm me or tempt me. Everything was old, withered, grey, limp and spent, and stank of staleness and decay. Dear God, how was it possible? How had I, with the wings of youth and poetry, come to this? Art and travel and the glow of ideals—and now this! How had this paralysis crept over me so slowly and furtively, this hatred against myself and everybody, this deep-seated anger and obstruction of all feelings, this filthy hell of emptiness and despair.
    Aurelia Ivanahas quoted5 years ago
    His life oscillates, as everyone's does, not merely between two poles, such as the body and the spirit, the saint and the sinner, but between thousand and thousands.
    Aurelia Ivanahas quoted5 years ago
    For there is not a single human being, not even the primitive Negro, not even the idiot, who is so conveniently simple that his being can be explained as the sum of two or three principal elements
    Aurelia Ivanahas quoted5 years ago
    The one path leads to the saint, to the martyrdom of the spirit and surrender to God.
    Aurelia Ivanahas quoted5 years ago
    when regarded as an element always to be found in human life, is nothing else than the search for a balance.
    Aurelia Ivanahas quoted5 years ago
    every strength may become a weakness
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