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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The most important thing is posture: when you get old, it's the way you walk, the way you stand, that shows it.
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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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There's a reason that all societies and cultures and small bands of humans engage in myth-making. Fundamentally, it is to help us understand ourselves.
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The liquor tasted good and here the women all were fast...You can't jump a jet planeLike you can a freight trainSo I'll best be on my wayIn the early morning rain
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His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.
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If I existed 200 years ago, all the other farmers in my community would be like, 'That guy is worthless! He's sitting on a rock, jumping up like a frog, coming up with weird concepts and ideas, making faces, and combing his hair into a giant pastry.' It's a good thing I was born in this century, when superfluous television seems to be part of the economy.
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The cosmos exploded, actualizing its potentiality of space and time. The centers of power, like fragments of a bursting bomb, were hurled apart. But each one retained in itself, as a memory and a longing, the single point of the whole; and each mirrored in itself aspects of all the others throughout all the cosmical space and time.
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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.
