Hermann Hesse Quotes
He lost his Self a thousand times and for days on end he dwelt in non-being. But although the paths took him away from Self, in the end they always led back to it. Although Siddhartha fled from the Self a thousand times, dwelt in nothing, dwelt in animal and stone, the return was inevitable; the hour was inevitable when he would again find himself in sunshine or in moonlight, in shadow or in rain, and was again Self and Siddhartha, again felt the torment of the onerous life cycle.
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There's nothing simple when you're in this 'Good Place.'
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When history looks back, it will prove what I'll die knowing.
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The average Indian doesn't care about Hollywood movies because they have far too many movies of their own to watch, to miss, and I hope a story like 'Million Dollar Arm,' that is actually about India and deals with these two Indian kids, resonates over there and makes people want to go and see the movie.
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It's always difficult with the superhero stuff because you're working with characters who have been written by 100 to 200 people over the past 20 years, at least, so they never sound the same or act the same. The best approach is to try to draw the best fitting line through all of the interpretations.
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I guess I'm way too kind and generous, and a saint - if you can believe that!
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I am definitely a dog person. I feel like Webster and I are very much alike.
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Thoughts are fine when you don't confuse them with who you are, and then thoughts are not a problem. Thinking is a wonderful tool to create things in this world. It only becomes problematic and a source of suffering when you confuse thinking with who you are.
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I've never changed my life since I was 4 and went to the YMCA with a gym bag. I still have that philosophy. In fact, I still have that gym bag.
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If you see a black family, it's looting, but if it's a white family they are looking for food.
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In 1966, thoughts about playing games using an ordinary TV set began to percolate in my mind.
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The woman who purposely destroys her unborn child is guilty of murder. With us there is no nice enquiry as to its being formed or unformed.
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Stasis is something that has marked my life since I was a boy growing up in Pittsburgh with my mother. It was the natural state that we existed in. For one thing, she suffered from a debilitating depression throughout my childhood, and depression is nothing if not static.
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How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?
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People are so complex and multidimensional that raising someone to 'hero' status is too great a simplification.
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Believing you're something that you're not excites the mind and the imagination. And it's hopeful.
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Picasso, Michelangelo, possibly, might be verging on genius, but I don't think a painter like Rembrandt is a genius.
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As someone who has long loved history and reads a lot of history, especially when you get a distance like 130 years, these people can seem almost mythical, and you need something tangible to make them real.
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When I run - you can see my record - I run to win.
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I'm a minimalist kind of person: only one pair of boots, one pair of pants, and if I could, only one shirt.
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The imperial vastness of late Roman architecture was made possible by the invention of concrete.
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A writer is like a gypsy. He owes no allegiance to any government. If he is a good writer he will never like any government he lives under. His hand should be against it and its hand will always be against him.
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After I sold my screenplay adaptation of 'Rain Fall' to Sony Pictures, I had no more creative involvement.
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The very things that I would love about Barack and that you would love about Barack is that he is one of us. He's a normal guy. He's not a political animal.
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He lost his Self a thousand times and for days on end he dwelt in non-being. But although the paths took him away from Self, in the end they always led back to it. Although Siddhartha fled from the Self a thousand times, dwelt in nothing, dwelt in animal and stone, the return was inevitable; the hour was inevitable when he would again find himself in sunshine or in moonlight, in shadow or in rain, and was again Self and Siddhartha, again felt the torment of the onerous life cycle.
