Hermann Hesse Quotes
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.
Quotes to Explore
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Readers want to see, hear, feel, smell the action of your story, even if that action is just two people having a quiet conversation.
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Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
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There is evidence that some of al Qaeda's nuclear efforts over the years met with swindles and false leads.
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Jessica Lange was my biggest crush when I was a kid.
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I care about Bahrain.
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What power can poverty have over a home where loving hearts are beating with a consciousness of untold riches of the head and heart?
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No one's ever happy with their position in Hollywood. You hear that from people you'd never dream would complain.
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One who doesn't throw the dice can never expect to score a six.
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We are building a company, Gemini, and the ETF, which is another company. I don't know if we're experts, but the goal is not to be an expert but to change the world. Does Richard Branson understand all the physics behind his space craft? I'm not sure.
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I think that's a huge theme in superhero books across the board: When you have this massive power, how do you use it responsibly? When do you intervene? Those are the big questions.
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I guess I had fun doing it but it has hard memories for me.
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If I get too type-cast, that's the worst possible scenario.
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I need to start honing in on projects that I want to devote my time to and not put my energies into the unattainable ones.
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My dad is often horrified by what I've spent my money on.
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America needs to understand Islam, because this is the one religion that erases from its society the race problem. Throughout my travels in the Muslim world, I have met, talked to, even eaten with people who in America would have been considered 'white,' but the 'white' attitude had been removed from their minds by the religion of Islam.
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Cuba never had advisors in Vietnam. The military there knew very well how to conduct their war.
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It is a great honor for me to be able to express my sincere gratitude to the Nobel Foundation.
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Most believers struggle to really believe in the supernatural as a meaningful, deterministic reality except during moments when they are drawn to it, perhaps during a worship service or while reading a novel like 'Adam.' Being drawn to this truth is the first step to living a life in accordance to this truth.
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One of the great things about music is that it has the capability of time travel - you smell a certain smell in the room and it takes you back to your childhood. I feel like music is able to do that, and it happens to me all the time.
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Rance: A search party must be organized. What have you in the way of dogs?Prentice: A spaniel and a miniature poodle.Rance: Let them be unleashed!
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My father was raised in the mountains of New Mexico, and he picked cotton for a dollar a day. He was working for the family from the time he was 7.
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I don't want to say 'grateful.' I don't want to sound like I'm just coming for the opportunity and to say I boxed in front of this many people at AT&T Stadium. I'm coming there to win and bring the title back home.
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In this way my mother fell short as a parent, which was something I had to learn to accept because it's how she was, and either you accept people as they are or you turn your back on them and walk away. Those are the choices: forbearance or flight, although that philosophy was slow in coming to me, and for many years, I expected more from people than they could give.
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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.
