Hermann Hesse Quotes
What a wonderful sleep it had been! Never had sleep so refreshed him, so renewed him, so rejuvenated him! Perhaps he had really died, perhaps he had been drowned and was reborn in another form. No, he recognized himself, he recognized his hands and feet, the place where he lay and the Self in his breast, Siddhartha, self-willed, individualistic. But this Siddhartha was somewhat changed, renewed. He had slept wonderfully. He was remarkably awake, happy and curious.
Hermann Hesse
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That connection that I have with my fans is really special, and every time, when I have moments, when I have free time, the only thing that I think about is what I'm going to post, what I'm going to say to my fans.
Maluma
Tonight, we gather to affirm the greatness of our nation - not because of the height of our skyscrapers, or the power of our military, or the size of our economy. Our pride is based on a very simple premise, summed up in a declaration made over two hundred years ago.
Barack Obama
I started off thinking that I just needed one shot to prove myself, but then I realised that I was only going to learn about acting by doing it.
Oscar Isaac
There are a lot of musicians in my life. But movies came first for me. That was my original passion.
Damien Chazelle
What I support is moving Medicaid to block grants so that the states can drive that process.
Karen Handel
The best V-Day gift I've ever received was a personalized photo collage.
Candice Swanepoel
I used to write in a room overlooking the valley from where I could see too much, whether checking the sheep and alpacas or seeing the trout rise on the lake.
Antony Beevor
The brotherhood of man is evoked by particular men according to their circumstances. But it seldom extends to all men. In the name of our freedom and our brotherhood we are prepared to blow up the other half of mankind and to be blown up in our turn.
R. D. Laing
I won't sleep until I have resolved an issue with my husband.
Divyanka Tripathi
Diogenes the Cynic, when a little before his death he fell into a slumber, and his physician rousing him out of it asked him whether anything ailed him, wisely answered, 'Nothing, sir; only one brother anticipates another,-Sleep before Death.'
Plutarch
What a wonderful sleep it had been! Never had sleep so refreshed him, so renewed him, so rejuvenated him! Perhaps he had really died, perhaps he had been drowned and was reborn in another form. No, he recognized himself, he recognized his hands and feet, the place where he lay and the Self in his breast, Siddhartha, self-willed, individualistic. But this Siddhartha was somewhat changed, renewed. He had slept wonderfully. He was remarkably awake, happy and curious.
Hermann Hesse
