Hermann Hesse Quotes
The many-voiced song of the river echoed softly. Siddhartha looked into the river and saw many pictures in the flowing water. The river's voice was sorrowful. It sang with yearning and sadness, flowing towards its goal ... Siddhartha was now listening intently...to this song of a thousand voices ... then the great song of a thousand voices consisted of one word: Om - Perfection ... From that hour Siddhartha ceased to fight against his destiny.
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I have only one life, so I want to make sure it's a good one.
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Let there be a door to thy mouth, that it may be shut when need arises, and let it be carefully barred, that none may rouse thy voice to anger, and thou pay back abuse with abuse.
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The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
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If one has curiosity, then one stands the chance of attain a high level of scientific inquiry.
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Yeah, I'm running for the White House again. Well, it's not a run, really; it's sort of a brisk walk.
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By 2025, we can expect the world to be completely digital. Paper books will be a thing of the past. Education will be delivered through analytics-based assessment tools and adaptive learning platforms.
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I grew up around old stuff that was not necessarily valuable, but certainly unusual.
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I'm very inspired by him-it was my father who taught us that an immigrant must work twice as hard as anybody else, that he must never give up.
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There's almost no author alive who isn't weathering the tumultuous changes in the publishing industry.
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When an individual is protesting society's refusal to acknowledge his dignity as a human being, his very act of protest confers dignity on him.
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I have me. I have God. I have my son. Everything else is extra.
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I appreciate when people enjoy my work, but I don't like being recognized in public.
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I completely agree with feeling the need for or the benefits of being pushed and of being directed on a project and collaborating.
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We're the first not-white family to ever live in the governor's mansion. My son-in-law is Puerto Rican. I have a beautiful little granddaughter who is half Korean and half Latina. I'm the only white guy in the house.
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I am not going to stop speaking out on behalf of policies that I think are right - regardless of ideology, party or political expediency.
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Thankfully, due to the United Kingdom and the commitment of the Westminster government we are able to ensure that money brought in, whether it be from the City of London or from North Sea oil, can be pooled and directed to wherever it is needed most. That is what being in the United Kingdom is all about.
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It's not my job to get really personal in how I express myself. I've met fans, and they've been lovely. But letting my personal life out there, I don't think is a good idea for me. I think the more you do that, the more you can be accused of encouraging that kind of attention.
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I suppose being quite young and being thrust quite dramatically into a large public arena skewered my vision of what it means to live and be a part of something.
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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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I'm engaged in food on so many levels, and I love that. So my work, my craft, is around food, and writing is one aspect of it; communicating a narrative, cooking online is one aspect of it; solving the food chasm that we have in Harlem and finding a farmers market is another one, and all of them are equally exciting for me.
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My favorite thing about Milan is that you see these guys, and it's as if a spaceship came out of the most attractive planet invented and just dropped them off all across the city.
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The many-voiced song of the river echoed softly. Siddhartha looked into the river and saw many pictures in the flowing water. The river's voice was sorrowful. It sang with yearning and sadness, flowing towards its goal ... Siddhartha was now listening intently...to this song of a thousand voices ... then the great song of a thousand voices consisted of one word: Om - Perfection ... From that hour Siddhartha ceased to fight against his destiny.
