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
My parents said marrying was an optimistic thing to do in pessimistic times.
Olivia Wilde
I think that place is a huge part of pretty much any musician's work, in how one responds to an environment, whether it be your actual surroundings or the more figurative place we're all living in.
Bryce Dessner
The National
Never think negatively, for the negative thinker does a very dangerous thing. He pumps out negative thoughts into the world around him and thus activates the world negatively.
Norman Vincent Peale
I enjoy being happy every day, and hopefully you can hear my happiness in my music. Life is beautiful.
Christine Flores
Public radio is alive and kicking, it always has been.
Harold Brodkey
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
