#hermann hess

[derangedrhythms]

Besides this he also finds a ‘wolf’, that is to say, a dark world of instincts, savagery, cruelty, nature unsublimated and raw.

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf, tr. David Horrocks

[blurrymerzsblog]

The wave roars around you, and you are the wave; the forest rustles and you are forest. There is no more outside and inside. You fly, a bird in the air; you swim, a fish in the sea; you absorb light, and you are light; you taste darkness, and are darkness.

— Hermann Hesse, The Fairytales of Hermann Hesse (trans. Jack Zipes)

[sleepydrummer]

Here in the endless and gleaming wilderness I was removed further than ever from the world of men— And I never saw so close and so clearly The image in the mirror of my own soul.

Hermann Hess, Departure From the Jungle

[les-portes-du-sud]

Les animaux sont plus réels que les humains. Ils ne veulent pas vous flatter, ne veulent pas vous impressionner. Rien d'ostentatoire. Ce qu’ils sont, tels qu’ils sont, comme des pierres et des fleurs, ou comme des étoiles dans le ciel.

Hermann Hesse "loup des steppes"

[arsarteetlabore]

“It would be wholly impossible for me to say whether this cloudy, silently disturbed, unraveled sky is mirrored in my soul or the reverse, whether or not I read the image of my own inner life in this sky. Sometimes everything is so completely uncertain! There are days when I am convinced that no man on earth can recognize certain moods of air and cloud, certain tones of colour, certain fragrances and movements of moisture as finely, as exactly, and as truly as I can, with my old, nervous sense of poet and wanderer. And then again, as today, it can be doubtful to me whether I have seen, heard, and smelled anything after all, whether everything that I took to be true is not merely an image cast outward, the image of my inner life.” ― Hermann Hesse,  Wandering

https://supersededotcom.wordpress.com/2018/01/22/the-wandering-and-watercolours-of-hermann-hesse/

[lasombradelalma]

Cuando odiamos a un hombre, odiamos en su imagen algo que llevamos en nosotros mismos.

Demian, Hermann Hess

[lasombradelalma]

Por estos días, la «casualidad», según el dicho corriente, me hizo encontrar un singular refugio. Pero no hay tales casualidades. Cuando alguien, que de verdad necesita algo, lo encuentra, no es la casualidad quien se lo procura, sino él mismo. Su propio deseo y su propia necesidad le conducen a ello.

Demian, Hermann Hesse.