Steppenwolf Quotes

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Hermann Hesse
“Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest.”
Herman Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“Most men will not swim before they are able to.” Is that not witty? Naturally, they won't swim! They are born for the solid earth, not for the water. And naturally they wont think. They are made for life, not for thought. Yes, and he who thinks, what’s more, he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“There is, in fact, no way back either to the wolf or to the child. From the very start there is no innocence and no singleness. Every created thing, even the simplest, is already guilty, already multiple. It has been thrown into the muddy stream of being and may never more swim back again to its source. The way to innocence, to the uncreated and to God leads on, not back to the wolf or to the child, but ever further into sin, ever deeper into human life. Nor will suicide really solve your problem [...] You will, instead, embark on the longer and wearier and harder road of life. You will have to multiply many times your two-fold being and complicate your complexities still further. Instead of narrowing your world and simplifying your soul, you will have to absorb more and more of the world and at last take all of it up in your painfully expanded soul, if you are ever to find peace. This is the road that Buddha and every great man has gone, whether consciously or not, insofar as fortune has favored his quest.”
Herman Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“I would traverse not once more, but often the hell of my inner being. One day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh. Pablo was waiting for me, and Mozart too.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom”
Herman Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“He had thought more than other men, and in matters of the intellect he had that calm objectivity, that certainty of thought and knowledge, such as only really intellectual men have, who have no axe to grind, who never wish to shine, or to talk others down, or to appear always in the right.”
Herman Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“...Haller's sickness of the soul, as I now know, is not the eccentricity of a single individual, but the sickness of the times themselves, the neurosis of that generation to which Haller belongs, a sickness, it seems, that by no means attacks the weak and worthless only but, rather, precisely those who are strongest in spirit and richest in gifts.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“Like a true Nature's child, we were born, born to be wild”
Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to committ outrages…”
Hermann Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“There was once a man, Harry, called the Steppenwolf. He went on two legs, wore clothes, and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the Steppes. He had learned a good deal of all that people of a good intelligence can, and was a fairly clever fellow. What he had not learned, however, was this: to find contentment in himself and his own life. The cause of this apparently was that at the bottom of his heart he knew all the time (or thought he knew) that he was in reality not a man, but a wolf of the Steppes. Clever men might argue the point whether he truly was a wolf, whether, that is, he had been changed, before birth perhaps, from a wolf into a human being, or had been given the soul of a wolf, though born as a human being; or whether, on the other hand, this belief that he was a wolf was no more than a fancy or a disease of his.”
Hermann Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“How foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence. It has been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.”
Hermann Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“The morning was a wretched time of day for him. He feared it and it never brought him any good. On no morning of his life had he ever been in good spirits nor done any good before midday, nor ever had a happy idea, nor devised any pleasure for himself or others. By degrees during the afternoon he warmed and became alive, and only towards evening, on his good days, was he productive active and sometimes, aglow with joy.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“The saints, these are the true men, the younger brothers of the savior. We are with them all our lives through every good deed every brave thought in every love...There are many saints who at first were sinners. Even sin can be a way to saintliness, sin and vice...Ah, Harry we have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.”
Herman Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“I might be a beast astray, with no sense of its environment, yet there was some meaning in my foolish life, something in me gave an answer and was the receiver of those distant calls from worlds far above. In my brain were stored a thousand pictures...”
Herman Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“There is much to be said for contentment and painlessness, for these bearable and submissive days, on which neither pain nor pleasure is audible, but pass by whispering and on tip-toe. But the worst of it is that it is just this contentment that I cannot endure. After a short time it fills me with irrepressible hatred and nausea. In desperation I have to escape and throw myself on the road to pleasure, or, if that cannot be, on the road to pain. When I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so-called good and tolerable days, I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my mouldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment and would rather feel the very devil burn in me than this warmth of a well-heated room. A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to commit outrages, to pull off the wigs of a few revered idols, to provide a few rebellious schoolboys with the longed-for ticket to Hamburg, or to stand one or two representatives of the established order on their heads. For what I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“Just as I dress and go out to visit the professor and exchange a few more or less insincere
compliments with him, without really wanting to at all, so it is with the majority of men day by
day and hour by hour in their daily lives and affairs. Without really wanting to at all, they pay
calls and carry on conversations, sit out their hours at desks and on office chairs; and it is all
compulsory, mechanical and against the grain, and it could all be done or left undone just as well by machines; and indeed it is this never-ceasing machinery that prevents their being, like me, the critics of their own lives and recognizing the stupidity and shallowness, the hopeless tragedy and waste of the lives they lead, and the awful ambiguity grinning over it all. And they are right, right a thousand times to live as they do, playing their games and pursuing their business, instead of resisting the dreary machine and staring into the void as I do, who have left the track. Let no one think that I blame other men, though now and then in these pages I scorn and even deride them, or that I accuse them of the responsibility of my personal misery. But now that I have come so far, and standing as I do on the extreme verge of life where the ground falls away before me into bottomless darkness, I should do wrong and I should lie if I pretended to myself or to others that that machine still revolved for me and that I was still obedient to the eternal child's play of that charming world.”
Herman Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“Nezavisnost je hladna, oh da, ali je i spokojna, čudesno spokojna i prostrana kao onaj hladni i tihi prostor u kome se okreću zvijezde.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“Oh, teško je naići na trag Božji usred života kakav mi vodimo, usred ovog tako zadovoljnog, tako izrazito građanskog vremena, bez ikakvog duha, s pogledom na ovakvu arhitekturu, ovakve poslove i ovakve ljude.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“Najviše volim sasvim čista, laka, skromna seljačka vina, bez naročitog imena, kojih može mnogo da se popije i čiji okus tako prijatno i svesrdno podsjeća na selo, na zemlju, na nebo i lugove.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“Ne treba žaliti ni za čim što je prošlo. Žaliti treba za Sada i Danas, za svim onim nebrojenim danima koje sam izgubio, koji su mi protekli ne donjevši mi ni darove, ni uzbuđenja.”
Hermann Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“Njen miris, čitavo njeno biće bili su u znaku leta i ruža.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“Y así fue construyendo el inteligente artífice con las figuras, cada una de las cuales era un pedazo de mí mismo, numerosos juegos, todos parecidos entre sí desde cierta distancia, todos como pertenecientes al mismo mundo, como comprometidos al mismo origen, cada uno, sin embargo, enteramente nuevo'.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“Todas las especies humanas tienen sus caracteres, sus sellos clásicos, cada una tiene sus vicios y sus virtudes, cada una de ellas tiene su pecado mortal”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“Io lupo della steppa trotto solo
solo, nel mondo ormai di neve bianco...
[...] e con amor, con affezion sincera,
delle tenere carni farei strazio,
finché di sangue veramente sazio
a urlare andrei dentro la notte nera.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“Stepių Vilkas, atkyldęs į mūsų miestus, į kamenės gyvenimą - joks kitas vaizdas taip įtikinamai neparodys, koks šis žmogus baugštus, vienišas, koks laukinis, neramus, kaip pasiilgęs tėvynės ir kaip jam jos trūksta.”
Hesse Herman

“<...> girdi, kaip už langų gyvena pasualis ir žmonės, žino, kad yra nuo jų atsiskyręs, bet nesižudo, nes tikėjimo likutis jam sako, jog turi širdimi iki galo patirti šią kančią, šią baisią kančią ir mirti turi nuo šios kančios.”
Hesse Herman

“<...> kas yra matęs tų pragariškų dienų, tas labai patenkintas tokiomis paprastomis, pusėtinomis dienomis kaip ši diena <...>.”
Hesse Herman

Hermann Hesse
“Puikus dalykas - pasitenkinimas, neskausmingumas, šios pakenčiamos, romios dienos, kai nei skausmas nei džiaugsmas nedrįsta suklykti, kai viskas vien šnabždasi ir sėlina ant pirštų galų.”
Hermann Hesse

Hermann Hesse
“Vienatvė - tai nepriklausomybė, aš jos norėjau ir įsigijau per ilgus metus. Ji buvo šalta, o taip, bet ji buo tyli, nepaprastai tyli ir didelė tarsi šalta nebyli erdvė, kurioje sukasi žvaigždės.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse
“Ir netgi nelaimingiausiam gyvenime pasitaiko saulėtų valandų ir mažyčių laimės gėlių tarp smėlio ir akmenų.”
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

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