Hermann Hesse Quotes
He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most suitable day for seeding, lovers loving, mothers nursing their children—and all of this was not worthy of one look from his eye, it all lied, it all stank, it all stank of lies, it all pretended to be meaningful and joyful and beautiful, and it all was just concealed putrefaction. The world tasted bitter. Life was torture.
Hermann Hesse
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I think my numbers speak for themselves.
Jack Youngblood
When your conscience says law is immoral, don't follow it.
Jack Kevorkian
I'm not a collector of clothes. I've got clothes to wear.
Iris Apfel
No, and I never, ever eat in between the meals. I control it well enough and with no pills, and I sleep seven hours a night. I go to bed. I fall asleep, and I wake up seven hours later, and this is the most important.
Karl Lagerfeld
For someone who writes fiction, in order to activate the imagination and the unconscious, it's essential to be free.
Manuel Puig
Our guiding principle was that design is neither an intellectual nor a material affair, but simply an integral part of the stuff of life, necessary for everyone in a civilized society.
Walter Gropius
I'm raising a child, and it's public. The media creates these dramas, and that's not what's happening in my life.
Bridget Moynahan
People are put off by the perception of science fiction, and it doesn't help if you've got references to quantum this and quantum that on the first page, and people think, 'This isn't for me,' and chuck it. I'm probably a pretty bad offender, given how far in the future some of my stuff is.
Peter F. Hamilton
When life gives you lemons, throw them back.
Joe Jonas
Jonas Brothers
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
Samuel Johnson
He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most suitable day for seeding, lovers loving, mothers nursing their children—and all of this was not worthy of one look from his eye, it all lied, it all stank, it all stank of lies, it all pretended to be meaningful and joyful and beautiful, and it all was just concealed putrefaction. The world tasted bitter. Life was torture.
Hermann Hesse
