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
What do you call that when you add '-ism' on the end of a word? What is that process? 'Wordism'? Something like that, yeah.
Kevin Parker
Tame Impala
I want my weekends off and I want to put my kids to bed. Those are good reasons to want to be in 'Batman 2'.
Gary Oldman
I always struggle with making the technical aspects of the plot fit with the story that's unfolding in my imagination.
Deborah Raney
The knowledge of God, the formation of ideas, the mastery of desire and passion, the distinction between that which is to be chosen and that which is to be rejected, all these man owes to his form...
Maimonides
I run four miles most days, at about 8:00 to 8:15 pace. It's totally relaxed.
Alberto Salazar
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
